As his seed poured from him, accepted into the willing, warm receptacle of her body, he whispered, “Mate.”
She hummed against his chest.“Mate.”
With a yawn,she stood there.It was easier to become a mannequin than it was to actually have an opinion.Which, all told, could be said to be the story of her life.Always being directed, ordered about.Little to no say in her own daily doings.
However, in this, it was either let him wrap the toga around her, or walk out of the bedroom and inadvertently strip down in the middle of the Triad ceremony that was about to go down—that was a distinct possibility if she put the wrap on herself.A single tug, and boom… naked.Amid a crowd of strangers.
Ryan, with a disconcerting expertise, wrapped the swathes of fabric around her.It covered her from ankle to throat, while somehow showing everything off too.She peered at herself in Marc’s mirror, wondering how that was even possible.
She’d scratch her head over it, but found there was little point.She was just grateful for some covering.As at ease all of them seemed to be with nudity, she figured the toga was a huge concession.
“Is it on yet?”she asked, sighing when he primped with the folds.
He grinned.“I used to watch my dad do this with my mother.”
“You did?”She scowled at him.“That’s weird.”
He snorted.“How is it weird?She used to get dressed and then she’d come down and he’d sort the folds out.”
“Oh.I thought you meant you watched him dress her.”
He shrugged.“I did.Usually.We all did at one point.Nudity isn’t the same for us.”
“Dressing isn’t either, apparently,” she said with a huff.“If we have kids, then they’ll get dressed in their rooms and I’ll get dressed in mine.Never the twain shall meet.”
A laugh escaped him.“You’re in for a surprise.”
Her eyes narrowed.“Why?”
“Because kids never do as they’re told.I used to watch dad dress mom when I was about four and was sitting on their bed.They’d plunk all three of us there so they could keep an eye on us while they got ready for a ceremony.”
“Why?”
“Because we were nightmares?Terrors.”He grinned again, heart warming at the memory.Unlike her, he had a great family.Never once had he doubted he was loved.“We were the eldest and the worst, according to mom anyway.”
She blinked at him.“When will I meet her?”
“Probably tonight.She said she and Dad were going to come to the Triad ceremony.Like I told you, it’s a pretty big deal.”
“Does anything magical happen?”
He coughed.“Magical?”
“I don’t know, do we get to see the gold link thing?”
A smile curved his lips.“Yes, we do.You like that?”
She grinned.“I do.It’s nice.”
“That’s how we confirm they’re Triad.”He cupped her cheek as he’d done earlier, when he’d started to seduce her with his words without even meaning to.“I’m glad you like that.”
“It’s neat.”She jolted a shoulder.“Of course, I get my own private peep show, don’t I?”
His grin was lopsided.“Is that a hint?”
She pressed her hand to his chest and tapped it with her fingers.“Maybe.”
He smirked, closed his eyes, and when they opened, it happened again.The striations in his irises set alight with gilt, before sparks shone and flickered and a huge, thick beam shot from him to her.The other links sped away to unite with the other Pride members, but it was the link joining them that caught her attention.
