“Your balls didn’t shrink,” Killian blurted. “They’re still just as heavy on my back.”
Crush coughed. “Maybe they’re too heavy to shrink. How did you get out, sweetheart?”
“I shifted into a rabbit and bolted out of there. Soooo many bullets followed me out.”
“Were you hit?”
Killian shook his head. “They nicked one of my ears, though.”
Crush’s fingers landed on the base of his long ear, stroking up its sensitive length to the notch on its edge. Killian shivered.
“Are you guys done yapping?” someone shouted from the car.
“No!” Killian shouted back.
Someone else cursed. Then a gun clicked. Crush tensed, his muscular thighs squeezing around Killian’s sides.
The next gunshot took out a large chunk of the tree they were sheltering behind.
“The cabin’s next,” said the same voice from the car.
Crush swore. Killian’s stomach dropped. He reached into his pocket and fumbled for Uriel’s spells, his heart pounding as he flipped through them. He found the right spell and shoved it at Crush. “Gun. Fire.”
Crush activated it against his gun barrel. Then he took aim and fired three shots at the car.
Each bullet burst into flame in midair. The men shouted in alarm.
The moment the bullets pierced glass and steel, they exploded. The armored car contained the blast in a terrible display of light and blood splatter.
Killian shuddered. “That was effective.”
“I don’t like that they managed to breach our barrier spells,” Crush muttered. “But at least they were easy to take down.”
They listened to the crackle of fire, and listened harder for heartbeats.
“No survivors,” Crush said.
Killian relaxed slightly. “I won’t believe it until I see it for myself.”
“C’mon, let’s have a look.” Crush got to his feet, his cock and balls dragging up Killian’s spine to brush the back of his head.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” Killian said.
Crush huffed. “Am I?”
“I think you just want to rub your cock all over me, so I smell like you. But it’s like when people baste a chicken hoping for the rosemary flavor to soak in, only for it to stay on the outside. The insides are still plain old chicken-flavored chicken.”
Crush stared at him for a moment. Then he coughed. “Are you saying I’m... basting you with my cock’s scent?”
“I’m saying it’s not very effective! I haven’t been marinating in your juices!” Killian paused, grimacing. “Actually, that sounds terrible. Never mind.”
“But you have. Remember the knots plugging up my cum? That’s my scent marinating inside you.”
Killian’s eyes grew wide. “Oh.”
Crush hauled Killian to his feet, his smile roguish. He drew Killian close and dropped a kiss on his head. Then he led Killian over to the car, his gun in his other hand.
Like Killian’s ears told him, there was no one alive in there.
