“In the last few months I’ve been…” Uri pauses.
“A rude prick?” Rami tries.
“An ornery bastard,” Gabe does, too.
“An unhinged fucker,” Rague says his piece.
“A sociopathic pain in the ass,” Raph decides to join.
“A blind idiot.” Ezra seems to enjoy fucking with his brother.
“Fuck you all,” Uri growls.
Sari grabs his hand. “You were saying?”
“Get to the warm fuzzy part,” Hunter whisper-shouts.
“Like he has warmth inside,” Ash snorts.
“Fucking hell, why did I think this would be a good moment to propose?” Uri grumbles.
I think it’s perfect. I really do. Because I can see the happiness shining from Sari’s eyes and hear it in his light laughter.
“Did you think carvingwill you marry meon a donor’s chest would have been more romantic?” Lori gives me another gruesome and very evocative image.
“Blood will water every single plant in this garden if you don’t stop interrupting me.” Uri’s threat silences the place. There’s only the popping coming from the fire pit. He opens the box. On a little white cushion, there’s a ring with a blue stone exquisitely shaped in a delicate flower.
“The exact same color of your crying eyes,” Uri oddly says to a sobbing Sari. “You will marry me, Baby Blue.”
It’s not a question, but Sari nods anyway. Uri slides the ring on his finger, the one with the tattooseven plus four.They kiss among the cheers, whistles, and applauding hands.
When I look at Ezra, he’s staring at me with a cryptic look.
“Should we do that, too?”
“Marriage?” I’m seriously taken aback by his words.
“I’ve never been against it. More…indifferent. But changing the Carver to Mahoe sounds fucking good. Another claiming mark, a legally binding one I can have over you.” He rubs my ass on the sly.
His obsession, that possessive streak, is a real turn-on for me, but I don’t want to rush things. We’ve been together for a littlemore than a month, and although I know he’s it for me, I want to grow a little more before we take this kind of step.
“One day. Maybe after I finish vet school.”
He nods, not at all upset by my delay. His eyes don’t lose the predatory gleam; it seems that my response has somehow invigorated it.
Did I just turn our future engagement into a hunting game?
The thought makes me snort. I kiss him in front of everybody without a care. Because I’m so owned by him I feel it in my bones when he’s near me. Melt when he touches me. Offer little fragments of my soul each time he takes me. And gain strength with every embrace he gives me.
“Who wants marshmallows?” Michael suddenly yells, breaking our kiss.
“Where are the cakes?” Rami whines.
“Inside the kitchen.” Raph’s thumb points at the training facility. “Where Uri dragged Sari. He has a drawer full of guns there,” he also adds.
“Pass me the damn marshmallow bag,” Rami grumbles.
We start skewering the white candies on little sticks. It’s funny to see big, rugged men engaging in such an innocent, childlike act.
