Mom: Never thought I’d be having the birds and the fangs talk with you this late in life but here we are.
I blinked down at my phone. It made sense. Blood had a scent. Fear and sweat had a scent. Of course, arousal would have a scent. I’d just never thought about it before. Never needed to.
The only person I’d ever been interested in was Julian, and I didn’t particularly have to worry about him smelling me. His senses were set for hunting supernaturals, not sniffing out arousal.
Or were they?
Fuck. Now I was going to be worried that he’d been able to smell me before. I had been drooling after him for months before we finally sealed the deal.
Turning my attention back to the phone, I typed the few words that I hoped were a lie.
Me: he can smell me?!?!
Mom: Yes. So if he's not taking that as a sign to go for it, then maybe he's waiting for you to show him it's okay. Some supes are old-fashioned like that.
Mom: Me. I'd rather not be asked and thrown up against a wall or bent over the counter for a good old tumble.
Me: oh God, mom, stop please, I'm begging you.
I ignored her follow-up text that was sure to make me regret living in lieu of the one I just got from my dad, Rayne.
Rayne: What's this about a boy?
That first message started an onslaught from every single one of my dads. I knew my mom couldn't keep her mouth shut for very long. That. or Rayne read her mind just now. Which meant he also knew what I asked her about.
God, fucking kill me now.
Chapter fourteen
Kyren
Thestarsshonebrightlyin the sky tonight. The lights of the buildings had all been turned off so the students could watch a meteor shower the witches were going on about for the last two days. That was what led me to be laying outside in the grass, getting stains on my new pants, that and the curly haired female cuddled up next to my human servant a few inches away from me.
Every day, I had grown more and more attached to the female. Wherever my Tate was, there I would find her. It made it easy for me to study her every movement. To know what made her laugh. What irritated her.
And, every once in a while, I’d catch her looking at that professor, though it was never when the professor was looking at her.
There was a history there. I knew it. Except I couldn’t come out and ask her about it. Not now. Not yet.
I hadn’t gained her trust yet, not like Tate had. The progress I’d made with her was abysmal compared to my lover’s. She knew my name, and I had tasted her flesh. Not with permission, of course, but I hadn’t been able to help myself. I needed to know if she tasted as delectably as she looked.
“When do you think it’s going to start?” Jack murmured, the breeze blowing her scent over to me.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to inhale deeply. Just being this close to her was like a jolt to my system.
Tate hummed. “The witches said three-thirty. So… any minute now. Are you excited?”
I smiled to myself at the joy in his voice that echoed down our bond.
While I was more than happy to watch Jack from afar for now, Tate had made ample progress, and I would be remiss to say I wasn’t jealous.
Tate always had an easy way of making friends. Or lovers. In fact, many of the ones we had shared were all because of his charm and persuasion. Part of me hoped it wouldn’t be that way with Jack. That she would fall for me and not because Tate wanted it to be so.
“Not really,” Jack answered simply and then giggled, the sound of her kissing Tate filling my ears. “I’d rather be doing something else.”
“Oh?” was Tate’s coy answer. He sent a rush of arousal down our bond, and I shifted on the grass. “We don’t have to go inside for that, you know.”
Jack gasped. “But everyone would see.”
