Her hand lifts, and she expels that magic she wanted to save so badly just to halt the bristling movements of the little clumsy creatures.
They’re basically my spirit animals.
“WHAT”—she takes a deep inhale and a slow exhale before lowering her voice—“what in all of Attika was that? I told you to ‘drop rocks’. An attack. It’s a very basic attack for any normal mortal soldier. Launch rocks at our enemy. I gave you the command to drop rock and I…I don’t even know what all of this is. Chickens? You gave me chickens?” She smooths her dress over and over again with a shaking hand.
I force myself not to smile even as a roar of laughter sounds through my bond from three shifters standing in the mess of farm animals. “Oh. You saiddrop rock.” I nod a silly little nod. “I thought you said floppy cock. The roosters, they’re not very coordinated. I tried to make them flip over this way and that for you.Floppy. Floppy cocks… Just a misunderstanding clearly. I mean, it could have been a lot worse really.” I pause as a disturbing image of other things flopping through the room flashes through my mind. “I’ll try again,” I whisper.
I lift my hand, but she leaps over a rooster to stop me. “No. That’s…that’s enough for today. We should have stopped after the mice packs you gave me when I asked for ice attacks. Honestly, you’re exhausting. I don’t know how you made it alive into adulthood, Arlow.”
I wish I could say she’s the first person to feel this way.
But I did do one thing right. I used up her magic, pissed her off, and…
“Let’s call it quits for today.”
I got her to give up.
“Okay,” I say in my most discouraged voice while inside I’m raising a glass to my shitty magic and my ability to fuck up the most simplest of things.
To the most painfully awkward mage in all the land. Hear, hear.
“Clean this stuff up.” She turns away, her shoulders slumped low, a frown pulling her thin lips down with every weaving step she takes through the crowd of cocks.
It isn’t until the door clicks closed that I smile.
And so do my men as they stride over to me.
“You were…awful. A beautiful fucking disaster from start to finish.” Rime’s hands clasp my hips, and he guides me back until he pins me to the wall, his tilted smile hovering over mine as his gaze eats up the happiness in my eyes. “Say floppy cocks one more time for us.”
Real laughter falls from my lips, the first genuine sound of happiness that I’ve had in weeks, and he kisses that sound away, pressing every inch of his body to mine like he physically needs me to complete him.
Bruising strength bites into my skin, his hold on me tightening the moment I stroke my tongue against his. He pulls back just enough to nip at my lower lip, taking a whimper from me before kissing me even harder.
“We’re surrounded by bird shit, and they’re one thrust of his hips away from fucking,” Sinister mumbles.
I barely hear it, but Rime clearly does.
“Watching my hips pretty closely, huh, Demon?” Rime’s smirking attention doesn’t leave me. If anything, his eyes light up with a sort of memory. “Which reminds me.” An inch of space settles between us, and I want nothing more than to get lost in his kiss again. But he’s apparently on to a more pressing topic. “I do remember what you told my dragon about a…certain blow job.” Rime’s tongue slides across his lower lip.
It takes me exactly half a second before I remember spilling my guts to his dragon about how quickly Rime forgot me. And how I’d whined just a little, the tiniest amount about Rime being able to steal Sin away with just one good blow job.
What, I was moping. A girl can have a pity party with her dragon-man-shifter without it coming back to bite it in the ass, can’t she?
I bite the inside of my cheek.
Nothing.
I got nothing to say to that.
“A blow job?” Sinister’s gaze searches mine.
No comment.
I’d like a change in conversation.
“I think we have other things we should be talking about,” I say with a touch of carelessness in my tone.
“We definitely have other things we should be talking about,” Kain adds.
