Quin’s face heated with embarrassment. “Since I was born?”
“Oh my god, don’t tell me you didn’t know your own boyfriend’s name?” Shaun said, looking delighted at the prospect.
“He never told me!” Kit turned to Quin. “You never told me!”
“I don’t go by my full name. Kinda forgot I hadn’t mentioned it.”
Kit frowned. “Quince. Sage.Lark. Do all werewolves have nature names?”
Quin shrugged. “Packs have their own naming conventions.”
“So, you’re like the supernatural equivalent of the Kardashian-Jenners?” DJ asked.
“The who?” Quin said, pretending that he was the sort of person who hadn’t watched hundreds of hours of reality television. Maybe they’d believe he read the news instead.
“More to the point, what’s quince?” Rake asked. “Sage is a plant. Lark is a bird…”
“Quince is a fruit,” Shaun said.
“Tasty,” DJ said, raking his gaze up and down Quin’s body.
“Stop looking at him,” Kit said.
DJ just smiled from ear to ear.
“How about we all go into the living room and sit down?” Quin suggested before Kit got too possessive and acted out like he had at the cinema.
He steered Kit through—the others following—and directed him to the only armchair in the room. He was about to deposit Kit there, but Kit pushed him down first and then sat right on Quin’s lap, staking his claim.
The others sat on the sofa, Shaun in the middle, bracketed by his boyfriends. The corner of Rake’s lips ticked up in a small, tentative smile as he looked pointedly at Kit’s choice of seat.
“Christ, have you committed a murder recently?” DJ asked, nostrils flaring as he looked around.
Kit’s face hardened. “What?”
“Smells as if you dumped an entire bottle of bleach in here. Have you been naughty, Kit?”
“Deej, I would like to think that murder would be considered a little worse than ‘naughty’ in your eyes,” Rake said dryly.
“Verynaughty,” DJ conceded.
“I’m not naughty!” Kit said, though his eyes darted to Quin in a way that gave the game away. Kit was apparently terrible at keeping a straight face under pressure.
“Oh, you definitely are,” Shaun said.
“Okay, fine,” Kit said, raising a quelling hand. “Yes, we’re kinky too. He’s my Daddy, and that’s that. No further discussion required. Now, let’s get through one conversation without innuendo, shall we?”
Shaun shook his head, hair bouncing. “It’s not possible.”
DJ’s eyes glittered with mischief. “C’mon, you know nothing is impossible. Remember when you said that about the two of us?—”
“Sweetheart, if you finish that sentence, you won’t like the consequences,” Rake said. By DJ’s not-unenthusiastic reaction to the threat, Quin was sure that he would, in fact, enjoy the consequences.
Kit rolled his eyes so emphatically that he almost tipped back and fell off Quin’s lap. “You guys haven’t changed at all.”
“But you have,” Shaun said. “How did you two meet?”
“Oh, he caught my scent and chased me down in a remote forest when he was in his wolf form.”
