Corbin’s laughter rang out, bouncing off the trees, making vines grow, making flowers appear in any patch of sun that filtered through branches.
They ran and flew until they circled back to almost where they started, where Evander paused to gather nuts and apples in his fae man form.
Corbin settled next to him, smiling at him and leaning hard against his leg, slowly turning back into the beautiful man that he knew.
“You are a lovely dragon.”
“Thank you. I always feel bad for Cosmo because Hawk’s such a huge dragon, and Cosmo isn’t. For me and Cullen, it’s less of an issue.” Corbin kissed his thigh.
“Does Hawk care?” he asked, because he’d seen them together and he doubted it.
“No, Hawk adores him. Cosmo could be headless and have flippers for arms, and Hawk would still adore him.”
Evander stared at Corbin. “That’s an awful thing to say.”
“But it’s true. I mean, not that he is headless, but that Hawk would love him regardless.”
“Thank the goddess for that.” He blinked. And they thought his kind were wild. “You have an amazing mind.”
“I think part of that comes from being a triplet. I’m so used to just blurting out whatever is in my head to them, and they don’t care because their minds are just as weird.”
Evander stroked Corbin’s green, springy hair. It was like moss but not that tightly packed. It was beautiful. Silky. Such a natural wonder. “I can understand that. I don’t really think that you’re weird. I think that you’re stunning.”
Corbin crawled up his body to kiss him. It wasn’t urgent or desperate. It was just a thank you, he thought.
“Nobody’s ever thought I was stunning before.” Corbin laughed a little bit, his cheeks turning a much darker green. “But I’m glad you do. You’re the one I want anyway.” This long, clever finger stroked his chest, Corbin loving on him.
If his mate wasn’t careful. They were going to need probably more privacy than they had right now. Having a good run tended to do that to him, but with Corbin right here, he was becoming… needy.
“That’s okay. Nobody’s gonna bother us here. The residents of the Glade tend to be understanding about such things.” Corbin’s smile had gone from mischievous to heated, and Evander felt his body respond.
“Oh good.” He ran a hand down Corbin’s back, feeling the warm, smooth skin, the little bumps of Corbin’s spine, and some rough little scales that were just the perfect shade to contrast with the rest of Corbin’s flesh.
“Mmmhmm.” Corbin sounded distracted, and that was probably because he was nibbling on Evander’s chin and then up to his lower lip.
He had to laugh at that, because Corbin could be very focused when he wanted to be. He pulled Corbin fully into his lap, letting his mate straddle his legs. “Well, we shouldn’t waste our time, should we?”
“Absolutely not. We need to use it to our advantage.” Corbin licked his lips and then kissed him deep and hard. The feeling shot from his mouth all the way down to his groin. His mate was perfect in every way.
Evander just laughed for sheer joy and turned his mate underneath him, spreading his legs and setting about to show him exactly how little time he felt they needed to waste.
If they were a little bit late to meet Orion, it wouldn’t matter. This was necessary. Right now.
Chapter
Seven
Corbin felt like shit.
He was trying to make oatmeal for breakfast, but the smell of it was making him a little bit queasy. Out of the three of them, the triplets, he was the one who was a little picky about his food, because generally he liked to eat plants. But he had thrown some butter in the oatmeal in the crockpot, so Evander would have a little bit of fat and dairy.
But now it just didn’t smell good. In fact, it kinda smelled like crap. His nose wrinkled up and his stomach tried to rebel a little bit. That was no fun. Maybe he would just make himself some plain rice.
That sounded pretty good.
He started some rice, then fixed Evander’s bowl to take to the bedroom. He left it beside the bed. “Here’s your breakfast; I’m going to get my rice.”
He had to get away from that smell, or he was going to lose it.
