Chapter One
Odem
“Where is he?” A familiar voice cried out, well, more like screeched at full volume. My brothers and I had decided to walk around town, pick a few brains, and keep an ear open for any rumblings and were currently perched atop the sheriff’s office.
Perched, he-he, dragons perched. I cracked myself up.
Since the Gorynych prisoners escaped, the five of us had split surveillance with the Drakemyre clan. So far, no sightings, but the oddest part was that Marge, Larkin’s assistant, was MIA as well. Possibly not that off in hindsight, though it did add another chink in the chain. Well, so much for deep thoughts and all that. The banshee level screaming, along with my name tied to several variations offuck, fucker, fuckingand not the good kind of fucking, drew me away from the glorious day to the unraveling shitstorm below.
Huh, who knew fuck worked so well as a conjunction?
“If you’ll just calm down, Ronan,” Sherriff Larkin did his best to get the angry twink to chill out.
“What’s he going on about?” Ionus asked.
“I don’t know but it looks like he’s not stopping. Can you get down here please, Odem.”
“On my way.” At the good sheriff’s request, I considered hopping off the roof, but given the crowd that had amassed, it wasn’t a wise choice. Plus, knowing Ronan, he was down to fuck, and I was all for that. That boy was randy as hell and a pissed off Ronan was a top-notch bang, so I took my time taking the long way to street level.
“Wait, is he wearing heels?” Quint shook his head. “How in the hell does he walk in those things?” I didn’t realize my brothers had followed me until I heard their voices.
“I think we’re getting off track,” Ionus did his best to steer them back to the issue at hand. Ronan was all kinds of riled up but I had no clue why.
“There he is!” Ronan yelled, shaking his tiny fist at me as I exited the building. He drew quite a crowd of local looky-loo’s. Guess exhibition was his kink of choice today. One of many the sassy man possessed. It had been fun exploring each one these last few months.
“What’s this?” I grabbed the black and white picture he swung around, twisting it this way and that, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. “You got ghosts?” Maybe Raven could help him out with that.
“It’s a sonogram, you big, overgrown doofus. I’m pregnant!” The crowd he’d gathered during his tirade gasped, my brothers included. It took me a second to figure out what he meant, but when his words sunk in…
Well, shit.
“This is great, where’s the popcorn?” My smart-ass brother Caro chuckled and I flipped him off.
I grabbed Ronan’s hand and practically dragged him across the street to where the old archive building once stood. We’d built a new town library in its place for the growing population to enjoy. The scanner at the employee entrance ran over me and as soon as the door opened I yanked him inside a bit more forcefully than I’d meant to and realized that when he yelped.
“Where are we?”
Guess he didn’t get around much. In hindsight, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
“The new library. Now, explain to me how this happened?” Goddess, his scent had me hard as a fucking rock.
“Well,” hands on his hips, Sir Sassiness was full of attitude today. Fuck, that shit coming from him turned me on something fierce. “When two dicks get hard and need to come.”
“Real fucking funny. Now, how did this…” Oh no. “Shit.”
“What shit? I swear to the Goddess I’ll hunt you down if you dare try to get out of this.”
“Yeah, about that.”
“What?” He growled. It was so freaking cute, though now wasn’t the time to point that out to him. “Odem, focus.”
“Um, about you getting, err, pregnant.”
“Go on.” The squirrels in my head chased his toe tapping, making a song of it. “Focus, Odem.”
“There’s only one way that can happen, I mean.”
“Yeah, whatever cheap ass condom you wore failed that monster cock of yours!”
