“I thought as much. Highly emotional situations are usually one of the triggers,” Valentine replied. He made a gesture in the air, a careless flick of his wrist, and two blankets appeared. He tossed one to Bridget, and he laid the other one over Bas.
Bridget put it around herself. “Thanks.”
“He would kill me if I didn’t look after you.” Valentine pulled up a lawn chair and placed it beside Bas. “Sit down. Having you close will help.”
Bridget didn’t see how, but she still sat. She took one of Bas’s clawed hands and hung on. “Stay with me, Greatdrakes. I’m not done with you yet.”
Bas made a sound between a groan and a laugh. “Not my sexiest…moment…” he panted.
“I mean, before all this excitement, it was definitely mine,” Bridget said and kissed the back of his hands.
“S-Sorry I ruined it.”
“You ruined my pussy, but that’s all,” she teased.
Valentine made a gagging sound. “Please stop for the love of the gods. What did Taran say?”
“If that’s who I was talking to, he said he will be here soon,” Bridget said and handed him back his phone.
“Okay. I need to go wake Apollo and Dad. Don’t leave him alone. Don’t let him go,” he said, fear flickering in his eyes.
Bridget’s hand tightened on Bas. “Never.”
“Mine,” Bas growled, eyes shining before another wave of pain had him shaking.
Bridget touched his face. “Yes, I’m yours.” She didn’t know what to do, but the touch stopped him shaking.
Valentine swore under his breath. “I’ll be right back.” He ran back into the house, and Bridget hoped Cosimo had more of an idea of how to help.
Bridget stroked Bas’s sweaty hair and tried not to panic every time he shook or groaned. The air around him was getting hotter and hotter.
“You really weren’t kidding about the dragon thing. Just because you weren’t impressive enough, huh?” she said.
Bas gripped her hand tighter, the claws on his hand even longer. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he chanted.
“Yes,” she said again. She might not understand what was happening, but that was one thing she was sure of. She would be his for as long as he wanted her. It felt like he was imprinted on her mind, body, and soul. There would be no scratching him out from under her skin when this was done.
Bridget’s ears buzzed, and the hair on her arms rose. She whipped around in time to see a door of light open and a hugefae male come through. He had black and silver hair and bright red eyes.
“Where is he?” he demanded.
Bridget was on her feet in a blink, standing between the stranger and Bas. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m the boss.” The fae moved aside, and a woman came through the light before it shut behind her. She had red hair and was wearing flannel pajamas with tiny dragons on them.
“Hello! You must be Bridget?” the woman said cheerily.
Bridget’s overprotectiveness faltered. “You’re… You’re Quinn Draxos.”
“Another reader?” the big fae huffed.
“Don’t pout because people recognize me more than you,” Quinn said.
“Taran… Oh.Taranis. I didn’t put it together when Valentine gave me the phone,” Bridget stammered. She was staring at King Taranis himself. And she wasn’t wearing pants. Fuck.
“Yes, it’s me. I’m very impressive and famous, I know. Now, move aside, little one. I need to see to Basset,” Taranis said, and Bridget got out of his way. Bas wouldn’t let her hand go, so she moved to the other side of the sunbed.
Quinn sidled over to her. “Sooo, what brought this on in the middle of the night?” she asked sweetly.
