I nod. “The plan mostly consisted of forming allyships with humans and getting protection laws for both humans and monsters fast-tracked. Taking down powerful hunting clans was the main thing holding us back from setting a date.”
“And now that that’s taken care of…” Farrah’s words trail off.
We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes while I finish breakfast. I eat everything on the plate and drink all the coffee. Once finished, Farrah gives me a quick kiss and takes the tray before leaving.
I hear her in the kitchen rinsing off dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. I use the time to shower and dress in fresh clothes.
My wings are stiff, so I stretch them out across the bedroom.
The pain from the warspear is still there, but it’s more of a throbbing annoyance at this point. The longer I’m next to my mate, the better I feel.
I walk into the living area with Potato following on my heels.
“He hasn’t left your side the entire time you’ve been passed out,” Farrah says, spotting us from the open concept.
“He was probably waiting for me to die so he could finally have me as a meal.”
“Or…” Farrah begins. “He likes you and you’re now a cat monster.”
“Cat monster doesn’t make sense. Besides, there are real monsters that resemble cats.”
“Ooo! Tell me what they are! I never learned about these creatures,” Farrah says and joins me on the couch, cuddling up to my side.
“Well, there are werecats and cat shifters, winged cats that are in the same family as sphinxes and griffins, underwater panthers, and a wampus cat… to name a few.”
She wraps her arms around my waist. One hand slips underneath my shirt and finds my wound. My eyes close at the warmth of her touch. It helps ease any lingering pain.
“I love you, Mouse.”
“I love you, too, Loch.”
“So…”
Farrah sits up, anticipating my next words. “No. You need at least another month of recovery.”
“I was just going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie.”
“Uh huh. Sure. Is that why your cock is hard right now?”
I chuckle, unable to deny it. “I can’t help it. You smell so good, and I love having you melded to my side. Your body was made for me. We fit together like pineapples on pizza.”
Farrah gags. “You did not just say that.”
“Pineapple, ham, lots of cheese. Yum!”
“I’m never going to have sex with you again. It’s against the law in New York to say pineapple belongs on pizza.”
“You’re just a hater. It’s really good. And you will definitely have sex with me again.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m already counting down. One month. We’ll fuck on this couch. On the kitchen counter. On our bed. In the shower.”
She laughs, shaking my body with hers. “Anywhere else we’re having sex?”
“Yes. I still owe you sky sex.”
“And sex in one of Vara’s clubs.”
