“Not this time, bud,” Carson said, “but I have some magic cream that’ll help.”
“Magic cream?” asked Galen, his tears forgotten. “Will it really make the hurt go away?”
“Yes, it will,” Carson said, leading Galen into the bathroom and lifting him up onto the counter. “I’m going to take off this bandage…it might hurt a little bit…can you be brave, Captain Galen?”
“Uh-uh, I’m the braverest ever…Remee said so.”
“Good,” Carson said, getting several items out of a first aid kit while making a mental note to ask Colton for some of his healing salves. Once everything was ready, Carson washed his hands and began to lift the edge of the bandage on Galen’s forehead, going slowly to prevent pain. When it was finally off, he examined the wound for any signs of infection, and finding none, he picked up a tube of antibiotic plus pain relief ointment. “You okay?”
“Uh-uh,” Galen said, in a tiny voice.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay…I’m going to put on the magic cream now.” Carson squeezed the ointment out over the wound before putting another bandage on it. “There, can you feel it begin to work?” he asked, putting the first aid kit away.
Galen’s eyes became round. “I do, Carsso. It ain’t hurtin’ anymore.”
“Good magic, right?”
“Uh-huh. I like this magic.”
Lifting Galen down, Carson said, “Yup, the best kind of magic. Now, back to bed.” Ushering the boy out into the hallway, he followed Galen into his bedroom, helping him back into bed. “Good night, bud…love you,” he said, before kissing Galen’s forehead.
“Nite, Carsso,” Galen murmured, closing his eyes.
Leaving Galen’s bedroom door open a crack, Carson reclaimed the books before entering his and Remy’s bedroom. The light from the hallway illuminated Remy sprawled out, still dressed. Shaking his head at the sight, he set the books down on the chair next to the foot of the bed before undressing Remy and pulling the covers over him. Yawning, he quickly shucked his clothes, joininghim. Nestling against his mate, Carson inhaled deeply, allowing his mate’s delicious scent to lure him to dreamland.
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Carefully extricating himself from the tangle of Fionn’s limbs, Hunter slid out of bed, grabbing his phone before padding softly out of their bedroom. Heading downstairs, he grinned, hoping his mate wouldn’t suffer any serious consequences tomorrow from getting drunk at the wine tasting Remy arranged. Sitting down on the overstuffed sofa, Hunter called Mac, chuckling at the memory of how adorably tipsy Fionn had become, making flirtatious comments along with suggestive moves. It took everything he could think of to keep his mate from dropping his pants in an effort to get Hunter to fuck him right there, in front of Remy and Carson.
Hunter finally threw Fionn over his shoulder and headed back to their cottage while giving his mate’s ass several swats to keep him still. As soon as they were inside, his mate wiggled and squirmed, until Hunter lowered him down. Within a flash, his mate was naked, holding up a cock ring, begging for permission to put it on Hunter. Just thinking about it now caused Hunter’s cock to harden, jutting out, straining to feel his mate’s hot tunnel around it. Wrapping his fingers around it, Hunter slowly tugged his cock, images of Fionn wriggling in ecstasy filling his mind.
“Hello? Hunt, are you there?” asked Mac.
“What…shit. Mac?”
“Yeah…what’s going on?”
Inwardly sighing, Hunter removed his hand, knowing it would only muddle his brain. “Fionn got drunk today…”
“No shit!”
“Yeah…well, I was wondering if he’ll have a hangover tomorrow…and if so, what I should do?”
“Wow! Way to go, Hunt. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes tomorrow,” Mac smirked.
“Why? And how could it happen?” Hunter growled. “I thought paranormals can’t get drunk.”
“Wolf shifters can’t but dragons can. I personally haven’t ever seen it but I read about it in medical school.”
“Fucking great…why didn’t you tell me this?” asked Hunter.
“Uhm…maybe because you didn’t ask?” Mac chuckled.
Groaning in frustration, Hunter continued, “What should I do?”
