Patty whimpered again, her palms coming together as she closed her eyes and tilted her face to the ceiling. “Thank you, amen.”
When she dropped her hands to look at him, her pupils were dilated. “Are you telling me I wasn’t touching the full length of your cock? There was more?”
He fidgeted again. “Yes. Are you not… worried?”
A laugh burst out of her before she cut it off with her hand over her mouth. She dropped it, speaking with her fingers pressed against her lips. “It really is the best thing I’ve ever heard. I’m so fucking excited to see it.”
Relief mingled with the arousal, creating an odd sort of sensation in his body. “And you are sure we will still fit together?”
Her eyes flashed open, teeth bared in a feral smile. “Oh, we’ll fit. Make no mistake about that, Rema. If I have to ride you for hours to get that knot inside me, so be it. I’ll enjoy every fucking second of it.”
His control was fraying faster by the second under her lust filled gaze, but a disgusted snarl from the end of the table stiffened his spine.
Chapter 15
Patty
Rema had a knot.Aknot!Andpiercings. It was a dream come true.
And he was fucking worried she wouldn’t want him because of it. His emotions had turned bitter when he’d told her. Worry marring the arousal he was pumping out into the air. She felt like laughing hysterically, followed by jumping into his lap and fucking him in front of their audience just to make a point thatall of their stupid prejudice was dumb as hell. Who didn’t want a massive dick with a knot? It was like winning the fucking lottery!
The idiotic audience in question was currently scowling at them with a look so full of loathing that her skin felt singed.
“I don’t have to sit here and listen to this disgusting conversation any longer. It’s a disgrace. An abomination,” Sythia hissed, standing up and throwing her napkin onto her plate with enough force to knock it to the ground, food scattering all over the floor.
Imma started chuckling softly, the sound rising in tempo until she was full on laughing. Dhenea joined her, the both of them slapping the table as their laughter reached the silent wheezing stage while the rest of us looked on like they’d lost their damn minds.
Sythia, Sira, and the two daughters stared, dumbfounded. Well, Sira and her kids were dumbfounded— Sythia looked like she was seconds away from launching across the room to slit some throats. All four of her fists were clenched, her wings flared out behind her in a snap of motion, knocking over her chair.
“Stop laughing, Immainthe. I demand to know why you’ve summoned me here and made me sit with this alien!”
When her words only made them howl harder, she advanced, picking up one of the steak knives on her way.
Rema rose, knocking his chair over backwards, dragging me off my seat with him. He cradled me to his body bride style, moving behind Imma.
“Best we stay out of the way. Family drama is best not interfered with,” he said to me, dark humor adding an edge to his voice.
I glared at him, and then at the female currently screaming at my friends. I didn’t want to sit this one out. She’d interrupted my horny revelation.
“Shut up! Just shut up, Imma!” Sythia screeched, her wings snapping to bring her flying across the room.
Imma’s laughter cut off as if it never was as she was suddenly on her feet without me even seeing her move, her hand snapping out to catch her sister around the throat, halting her with a bone jarring abruptness in midair.
Sythia choked, gasping for air, her four hands clawing at Imma’s hand around her throat, trying to pry at her fingers while Imma watched her passively, as if holding out a ten foot tall person three feet off the ground was no real hardship.
“Did you send these males to harm my mate, Sythia?” Imma asked with a cock of her head, her voice mild.
Sythia’s face was red, and her choking, gasping reply was too garbled for me to understand, but her emotions were clear enough. Fear. Deep, cold fear, the taste of rotten meat filling my mouth in a nauseating amount. But beneath all that fear, there was an acid taste of hatred. I was a little shocked at just how much this female hated her sister. I mean,hated.The kind of hate that never leaves a person, eating them up from the inside until they go mad with it.
Imma opened her hand, letting her sister drop to the ground like a stone.
Sythia sucked in great gulps of air, coughing and gagging as she clutched at her bruised neck, her eyes glaring up at her sister with all the loathing clear in her gaze.
Imma crouched down, flicking the black train of her dress aside. “Answer me.”
Sythia’s coughing subsided, and with a hand wrapped around her injured throat, she sneered at Imma. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I was in my rooms before you summoned me.”
“Just kill her, Imma. We’ve spent enough time dealing with her nonsense. I want someone's death to pay for the inconvenience of getting my dress dirty. Not to mention ourpoor dining room,” Dhenea said, secondary hands on her hips, with her other arms crossed over her chest.
