“And orgasms, if Talon’s adventure with her last night is any indication,” Kellan added matter-of-factly.
My cheeks heated at the memory of them experiencing what happened in the hallway, and not all of that blush was from embarrassment. Apparently my voyeuristic side was growing.
“When I wear my disc, I can have sex and…other stuff.” The way all three focused on me, not only here in the bedroom but their beasts in the bond, was overwhelming. “But it’s probably best if we wait. They should be over in a couple of days.”
Instead of the groans and muttered annoyances I expected, I got cuddles and lazy morning kisses that had me never wanting to leave the bed.
Eventually Hunter and Kellan dragged themselves away to get ready for the day, leaving me with Finley. He brushed his nose against mine, and I took the opportunity to really check in with him. “How are you doing?” I asked, breathing deeply to take the full notes of vanilla and cherry into my lungs. “Have you had a chance to attend therapy this week?”
He brushed his thumb slowly over my lower lip and down my jaw. “I’m making every effort not to miss therapy,” he said as he continued to caress me. “And I’m doing well, all things considered.”
My legs grew restless under his touch, until he eventually trapped them beneath one of his thick thighs. “Our bonding has settled elements of my beast and soul,” he continued, his hand in my hair now, tracing through the length. “I’ve never been this happy before, and considering the circumstances, it feels kind of fucked up to admit that.”
“I’m happy too,” I said with a shrug. “I’m not going to let Jewels steal that from us. None of us know what tomorrow will bring, so I plan to enjoy every second I have with you five.”
He pressed his lips to my cheek, and then kissed my jaw, and then the corner of my mouth. He repeated it on the other side, these soft, feathery kisses that had butterflies erupting in my stomach. If there was one thing Finley Thornton knew how to do, it was adore his mate.
“No matter what happens,” Finley told me between kisses, “as long as we’re together, I’ll be okay. No witch, magic, or curse is going to tear us down. I’d turn human for you, Ice.”
My chest ached at that declaration. For a shifter, that was about the greatest statement of love one could make, and as a wave of emotions washed through me, my wolf shifted to allow all of my mates into the essence. Into my thoughts.
I’d turn human for you, too!Kellan said in a rush.
Me too, Hunter rumbled.Human and happy about it.
Us too, Slade said. And Talon’s grunt of agreement indicated he was fine for his twin to speak for him.
The fact thatdragonswould offer that without hesitation floored me. They were more than just regular shifters, the most magical and mystical of our kind. For them to be no more than a regular human…
There’d be nothing regular about us, Slade scoffed.We’d be exceptional humans and you know it.
I’d probably be a king, Kellan decided, and I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was nodding his head decisively.
Hunter scoffed.You’d be the fucking court jester.
And you’d all love me.
I was laughing as I closed off the mental connection once more and returned my focus to Finley.
He stared at me with the softest eyes, and I was living for these moments with him. “You’re definitely the most caringCare Bear, Grouchy,” I told him as I brushed our noses together, taking in his scent. “And I love you.” The whiskey depths darkened, and our kisses went on until my head spun.
We showered together and I let him wash my hair, enjoying a chance to be pampered. I did the same for him, relishing the chance to run my hands through his luscious locks. I even got to scrub over his beard.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he groaned, sitting on the bench to give me easier access.
My gaze took in his broad shoulders and thick chest, and I lingered on that new thigh tattoo. The one for me. He’d marked the crown in pigmented gold, while the snowflake was done in the same icy blue as my eyes.
Finley wore only three tattoos, and all of them held great significance for him, marking important lessons he’d learned, mottos he lived by, and the things he loved.
I was now one of those significant parts of his life, and I doubted my heart would never not skip a beat at the sight of it.
“I want you to tattoo me,” I said, tracing my fingers over the snowflake-crown. “I want your hands to be the one to mark me. I want one of the designs you’ve been working on.”
His eyes widened, and I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “Yeah, I saw them on your desk, and I love all of it. They’re exactly what I was hoping for.”
As I traced his thigh again, the length of his cock jumped near my hand, and I couldn’t fight the urge any longer. Dropping to my knees, I crawled between his parted thighs, pressing a kiss to his tattoo on my way. His groan was deep and loud, and his shaft pulsed near my face.
I continued to kiss along his thigh until I was finally able to properly taste him, the thick tip already slick with his desire. My tongue darted out to lap at the pre-cum, and Finley’s hands gripped the side of the bench. “Baby,” he choked out. “I want you so fucking bad.”
