Rook shifts before I can finish my sentence, and despite his glorious nakedness, I glare at him. “Oh sure, just leave the boulders in the middle of the room,” I snark.
He rubs at his chest and looks over at today’s haul proudly. “Got you some basanite,” he tells me with a self-satisfied smile and an eyebrow wag.
I roll my eyes at the cocky cockatrice. “I see that. Couldn’t have found a smaller sample to impress me with?” I ask, pointing to the massive rock that will now be a permanent fixture in our room until his cockatrice gets over himself and hefts it out.
“This one was so pretty, though,” he defends, and I shake my head at him, trying not to smile.
“It’s super pretty,” I reassure him. “But you have to be logical about it. What the hell am I supposed to do with these massive things? I can’t exactly put them on a shelf like a knickknack. Not to mention, this will be the third time we’ll have to refinish the floors in the last two months! Why can’t your cockatrice just put them in the rock garden and take me down to see them there?” I offer. “Rememberallthe things we did on the obsidian boulder when you put it in the garden instead of fucking up the house with it?”
His eyes gleam, and I know he remembers really well.
“So only let your beast bring me nice, hand-sized rocks indoors, okay?”
“I like the big ones,” he argues. “They call to me.”
“Well, then answer the fucking call in the rock garden!” I snap suddenly. I pause and give myself the side-eye for that one. I take a deep breath and release it slowly. “Sorry. I’m cranky. I really do love the basanite.”
His smug smile returns. “I know. It’s awesome. But I have a few more rocks to give you.”
I give him a look. “Rook, I know I’m your amazing mate and everything, but you’ve gotta slow down on the rock-giving. You’re going to make my cockatrice spoiled rotten.”
“I like spoiling my mate,” he says as he walks over to his bedside table. He opens a drawer and digs around before grabbing something and heading back over to me with his hands behind his back. “Close your eyes.”
I humor him, closing my eyes as he walks up to me. He grabs my hands, making me hold them palm-up in front of me, and then places something on them. It’s definitely not a rock, though. I open my eyes and find a box filled with a variety pack of Pop Rocks. A happy gasp spills from my lips. “OhmygawdIloveyousomuch,” I half babble on a girl-squeal as I tear into it.
“I haven’t had Pop Rocks for months. Not since the prison!” I say as I rip open the first packet and dump the entire contents in my mouth.
“I know,” Rook tells me, still wearing his self-satisfied smile. But he earned that look this time. “You’ve even been talking about them in your sleep.”
“Can you blame me? They’re awesome,” I say, mouth full as the candy goes off like mini-explosions so loud it almost drowns out my voice. So. Good.
I moan a little from the watermelon flavor and notice Rook’s dick jump between his legs. An idea sparks in my mind, and I lift my eyes back up to his.
Whatever expression is on my face makes him instantly wary. “What?”
I shrug, trying to be all nonchalant, but he just looks more suspicious. “Sunrise, I know that look. What are you thinking?”
I crunch the last of the candies and swallow them down. “I’m thinking...that I want to reward you. For being such a nice mate and bringing me so many rocks—the candy kindandthe boulder kind,” I say suggestively.
Heat immediately banks in his eyes. “Hmm. Reward me? How will you do that?”
I trace my finger down his sexy, chiseled chest. “Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
“Good.”
I lean forward and kiss him, tilting my head and plunging my tongue deep into his mouth, just the way he likes. My tail curls around his leg, my feathers stroking up his skin with soft, teasing movements.
“Mmm, you taste good,” he says huskily as he pulls away and starts grazing his mouth along my neck.
“You’re about to taste real good too,” I tell him. And then I drop to my knees.
His cock jerks upright like a student who just got caught slouching in class after the teacher called on him. I wrap my hand around it in a friendly greeting. “Mmm, I just love your cock...atrice,” I smirk before leaning forward and licking over the head.
Rook jolts where he stands. “Every time I see you on your knees for me, it blows my fucking mind,” he says, his hand brushing away some of my hair.
“I’m about to blow your mind even more,” I reply before reaching forward and snagging another packet.
