“No,” Uriel said. “And that’s kind of the point. Also,we?”
“Well, yeah. I’m your mate. Where you go, I go. And where I wear an elf costume, you wear one.”
Edgar snorted.
“Oh, you want one too?” Joe asked sweetly. “Done. I’ll text Linus right now.”
“Don’t!”
Joe huffed. “That’s what I thought.”
“Is he always this bossy?” Edgar said. “I thought he was nice.”
“Hey! I’m nice.”
“Yes,” Uriel said. “Always.”
Joe would have glared but Uriel cuddled him closer. “It’s true,” Joe confessed. “I’m bossy.”
“But also nice,” Uriel added.
“Aww, you do love me.” Joe paused then turned to look at Uriel. “Don’t you?”
“You’re my mate.”
“Is that as epic and mystical as it sounds?”
“Pretty much the most epic and mystical thing in existence.”
Joe leaned in for a kiss, forgetting their company for a moment until Edgar rudely cleared his throat. “I don’t like him,” Joe mumbled against Uriel’s lips. “We should prank him.”
“I heard you,” Edgar said.
“Just think of what we could come up with together,” Joe continued. “Your brains and my...me.”
“You’re the perfect amount of devious for a Yule Lad’s mate,” Uriel said. “Plus the bossy factor. It’s turning me on, not going to lie.”
Joe grinned.
“And on that note, we’re leaving,” Edgar said. “We’ll deal with tomorrow’s prank tomorrow.”
“We sure will,” Joe said. “I have plenty to deal with today.”
He didn’t even wait for the door to close before he began to create his own version ofRiding Rudolph. It wasn’t every day a guy found his mate, after all. Uriel deserved something extra special for the occasion.
9
URIEL
Uriel glared at the green tights in his hand. Why?
“Just put them on already. They don’t bite.”
“Are you sure?”
Joe did a little wiggle around the bedroom, moving his legs in a disturbing way. Uriel admired Joe’s flexibility, but he refused to put the tights anywhere on his body until Joe stopped jerking his knees up to his chest.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
