Darcy chuckles beside me. “During the busiest hours, when this place is packed, at least half the tables have sex acts happening with or on their tables.” He gestures to the other two people in the restaurant. I didn’t see them set their table, but the human looking person on it is visibly enjoying being eaten, while the gargoyle person has skipped their utensils altogether and is licking their meal off the skin.
“That’s sexy as hell.” I wouldn’t mind if one of Gregory’s partners—or all of them—wants to do that after I get my fill. I might not want to share Darcy or myself, but I don’t mind us watching other people share someone else. Huh. “I think I’m kinkier than I thought.”
Darcy’s chuckle vibrates my arm where we’re touching. “Given the opportunity, I think most people are.”
“This family is just as fucked up as the one I was born into,” Bellamy mumbles through his last bite.
Darcy sucks in a sharp breath, turning fast enough to pop his own neck. “No.” That’s a very definite order slash negative. Darcy must have strong opinions about the family Bellamy was born into.
Bellamy slides him a little side-eye. “It was a joke.”
“You know I’m the king of bad taste, but that was out of line.” My man’s insistent, and he does like to thumb his nose at societal standards for propriety, so I’m guessing Bellamy’s birth family is pretty fucked up.
Bellamy’s jaw clenches. “Obviously the Foxilys are preferable to the Joneses,” he agrees. “I was just commenting on the situation. My brother, his mate, and his boyfriend are dining off their partner, and I’m participating. I don’t think even my actual brother would be seen doing this.”
“Sterling,” Darcy interjects, pointedly. “He invited me to watch him take a werewolf knot.”
Bellamy gestures, giving Darcy that. “Ok, yes. My cousin would definitely want to be the table—and that would end with Jethro eating dessert alone.” He blinks away that image, shaking his head. “I think he had a crush on our uncle when he was old enough to know better.”
Darcy chuckles softly, nodding. “Kid ain’t right in the head. Love him.”
Bellamy agrees with a hum, taking his next bite.
“I love the besties for life energy you two have. Makes me happy. I’ve never had a bestie stick around long enough to become a forever person. I can’t wait to find mine.” Someday that’s going to happen, I know it.
“We should introduce him to Ace,” Edovard tells Santanos quietly.
Santanos’s smile spreads his lips as he looks me over. “Yes, I think you’re right, my love,” he agrees.
Bellamy points to Edovard. “Yes.”
Santanos turns his eyes on Darcy. “Ace is Bellamy’s werewolf. Have you met him?”
“I’ve been a little busy.” Darcy turns toward Bellamy. “You have a werewolf now?”
“He’s the leader for the pack that is aligned with good. Jethro’s pack is yours now, so Good appointed another leader for me,” Bellamy explains.
Edovard turns a serious expression toward me. “We’ll introduce you to Ace. That’s not his real name. He hasn’t picked the right one yet, but he’s taking his time to figure out what his forever name will be because it’s a big decision.”
I’ve already heard about Ace, but it’s sweet of Edovard to make sure that we all know to expect to change how we address the guy.
“I bet you’d get along like curry and rice,” he adds, and my heart grows at least two sizes.
These are clearly my people. No one else I’ve ever met appreciates curry like me, but Edovard must if he’s creating new idioms around it. “Fuck yeah. I’m down.”
Bellamy suddenly straightens and Santanos drops his chopsticks while Darcy jumps up, standing on his chair and looking around.
All of the Avatars going on alert all at once? Not good, fam.
35
“We need to evacuate the space station,” Bellamy says at the same time Hassan sweeps all the food off Gregory and pulls him off the table.
Darcy places a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it hard. “Go find the flinks and get them to mobilize the evacuation.”
“I’m probably going to need to explain why they need to evacuate,” I mention, standing.
“The Hollow is entering the solar system.” Santanos’s words hit like a brick.
