Crimson blinked, shocked by my impassioned speech, then let out a relieved laugh. “You’re right. That was silly of me.” He glanced at the door, which he shut behind us. “You know, I don’t let my brothers in here. Jade came in earlier this week by accident and I nearly bit his face off. Nobody else is allowed... except you.”
That made me feel oddly special. “Thank you for trusting me, Crimson.”
He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me against him. “Thankyoufor being my perfect mate.”
As we hugged, I couldn’t help noticing the closest suit hanging on the rack. I couldn’t identify the material at a glance, so my fabric nerdiness bubbled to the surface.
“Is that cotton, or a silk blend?” I asked.
Crimson grinned at my interest. “Neither. It’s Merino wool.”
“Really? But it’s so smooth and shiny.”
My alpha chuckled, nuzzling my face with great fondness. “Ah, you reallyaremy fated mate, Taylor.”
Twenty
Crimson
There wasone nagging thing on my mind as we exited my closet. After Taylor was so honest and accepting of my hoard, I felt encouraged to bring it up with him.
“So, now what?” Taylor asked. “Castle tour? Meeting the family? Wrapping up the game show?”
“Why, are you in a hurry to escape me?” I teased.
Taylor shot me a deadpan look. “Yes, almighty lizard. I tremble before you.”
“Call me a lizard again and see if my boner stays alive.”
Intrigued, Taylor’s gaze fell to the front of my pants. A slow grin spread over his face.
“You should’ve just said so,” he mumbled as he sauntered over. But before Taylor wrapped his arms around me, I raised a hand. He paused. “What is it?”
I glanced hesitantly at my closet, then back at my mate. “There’s something I want to try.”
“I’m listening.”
A bead of sweat rolled down my temple and my palms turned clammy. Getting out my request proved harder than I expected, but I should’ve known it would be hard when it was so dreadfully lewd...
Taylor raised a brow as my silence went on. “Crimson, do you have some kind of kink you’re scared to share with me?”
My face flushed. “I beg your pardon?”
But he was nonplussed. “You can tell me. Fated mates and all that, remember? Didn’t I just tell you literally five minutes ago not to be ashamed of things you enjoy?”
I sighed, worn down by his stoic sensibility. “Yes, I know. But this is different.”
“I doubt that.”
“Doesanythingfaze you, my love?”
“Not really. Except realizing I might be pregnant. But that was in a good way.”
There was no point in hiding the truth any longer. Just becauseIfound my little fantasy embarrassing didn’t mean Taylor would.
“So? What’s this non-vanilla kink you have?” Taylor pried.
“In the grand scheme of things, it’s not that wild. But it has to do with my precious hoard, so I’m a bit nervous,” I admitted.
