“You should’ve seen the fight,” Killian said to Uriel. “We shouted the cock attack names.”
Uriel frowned. “What cock attack names?”
Killian gathered the spell sheets and crawled out of the barrier, letting Crush pull him onto his lap. He was about to give the spells to Uriel, except Crush cupped his face and kissed him deeply.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Crush murmured, pressing their foreheads together. “I wasn’t going to let him hurt you again.”
Killian cringed, remembering the fight. “He could’ve killed you! I was so worried!”
“I’m fine, sweetheart. Combat experience, remember? We deal with shitty alphas all the time.”
Killian looked over Crush’s shoulder at Doc and Uriel—part of Crush’s friend group who went out on rescue missions all the time. Then he looked back at Crush, who still had that bullet graze wound on his cheek.
That had been a near miss.
“I don’t want to lose you,” Killian whispered, cupping Crush’s jaw. “Watching you face off with Bleu, I was just... I was scared.”
Crush hugged him tightly. “I promise I’ll do my best to always come back to you. Actually, I might take the backseat now and let other alphas steal the limelight. We have pups on the way.”
Killian’s pulse skipped. “Okay.”
Crush rubbed Killian’s back, dropping kisses all over his face. Then he gave Killian a lingering kiss on the lips, before turning away. “What are the rest of you still doing here?”
Only then did Killian realize that their friends and family werestillaround; they had watched that entire exchange. He blushed bright red. “Oh, fucksticks! Are they all voyeurs?”
“We just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” Joe said with a smile. “We can’t just walk off without knowing if our future son-in-law is recovering from all that danger.”
Killian spluttered. Son-in-law?! “Um? We just boned... yesterday? Wait. Is ‘bone’ a bad word to use with wolves? Because you’re not dogs, but you’re sort of a wild dog. But why are there so many different kinds of dogs and only a few kinds of wolves? Like, I don’t see Dalmatian wolves, or dachshund wolves, or even Chihuahua wolves. Do you mate as—”
Crush pressed his warm palm over Killian’s mouth. “I’m going to stop you right there, before you say something you’ll really regret.”
Killian whimpered, horrified at himself. “Thanks.”
Crush’s family looked really amused, though. It didn’t make sense.
Killian leaned back to free his mouth. “You’re not angry at me for this mess? Bleu and his henchmen attacked your pack!”
Ashton shook his head. “It’s not your fault, pup. Crush told us what was going on. If anything, it’s Bleu’s fault for being such scum. Besides, he’s gone now.”
Titan twitched his arm; there was a thick, bloody bandage wrapped around his bicep. “Well, I might not be able to use my right arm for a while. Might need some help with things.”
Killian hunched his shoulders.
“Guess it’s time for Old Leftie to get a workout, then,” Crush said dryly. “Or maybe you could find someone to—”
Titan turned pink. “Shut up! I don’t need help withthat!”
“I have some friends with working hands,” Killian blurted. “Maybe they could help you with... things? Oh gods, I didn’t mean it like that. But I kind of do. Maybe you could pay them?Wait. I don’t even know if they want to be sex workers.” Killian hid his face in his hands. Who volunteered their friends for jerk off help? He cast his gaze around wildly for a distraction, and found Uriel. “Uriel! I was gonna show you the cock spells!”
“Again, what cock spells?” Uriel stepped forward, taking the spell sheets off Killian’s hands. He read the spell descriptions and froze. The mage began to flip through all the spells. “What the hell? When Hansel called me for descriptions, he didn’t say he would write them down likethis!”
“You can’t argue that they were effective,” Crush said. “Worked in a pinch.”
Uriel shook his head disbelievingly. “How big does he think a cock is?!”
“Very,” Killian said.
Uriel groaned and handed the spells back. “Keep them. I’m so ashamed.”
