“Me, you, flogger, and the cross.”
“Oh fuck,” Quintus moaned.
It had been so long since he and Scott had been in the playroom. Quintus was surprised they were going to retain their kinky lifestyle, even though he was pregnant. They had confirmation that Quintus was a couple of weeks pregnant. Morgan, a raven shifter who was one of Odin’s most trusted confidants and the family doctor, had checked him out quickly. Morgan would be back in a couple of days to give him a full medical check, as well as move to Vale Valley in order to care for Quintus and his cubs.
“I’ve missed you, my Dominus.”
“As I have missed you, my Own.”
* * *
Scott smiled,thinking over the last couple of weeks since he and Quintus made up. He felt so much freer since he'd told Quintus everything, and admitting he loved him. He could tell his sweet kitty felt the same way. It had showed in the scenes they’d done in the last few days.
Scott was careful not to let Quintus fall too deep into his subspace where there was a possibility he could be pulled in, too. It had been a beautiful scene with Quintus strapped to his Saint Andrew’s Cross. Scott had used his blue and black suede whip—leaving marks on his boy’s shoulders, ass, thighs, and legs. They’d spent the rest of the weekend enjoying each other.
Things were moving smoothly for them, but Scott was waiting for the other shoe to drop. There hadn’t been any word on what Loki was up to or where he was. And for a while, Scott had been happy to not think about his uncle. He also hadn't seen Fenrir since the morning he’d disappeared from his home.
Scott could only assume he was with Donald, helping him through whatever was happening to him. He'd yet to figure out what the smell was that still surrounded his new home and neither had any of the witches he'd brought to the place to check it out. He was tempted to burn the whole thing down and start over from scratch—building an entirely new home for him, Quintus, and their cubs. He hadn’t followed through with anything that dramatic, yet.
"Hey, boss." Marlow entered his office with a package in his hand. "This was just delivered." He handed the box to Scott who took it, knowing what was inside of it.
"Thanks," he said to Marlow, setting the box down to open later. He’d expected his assistant to leave, but Marlow was still standing there looking down at him. "Is there something else? I thought I'd seen all my patients today?"
"You did. But you don't see it, do you," Marlow said.
"See what?"
"The changes in you and how it's transferring to your patients?"
"What are you talking about?" Scott was perplexed.
"Since you found your mate, you've been smiling and laughing. Your patients are already grateful for your help. But with this new you, they are eager to come in here and tell you about their day and how much they are improving."
"So, you're saying they weren't eager to see me before? And I haven't changed," Scott said, creasing his brows.
"Boss, I love you like a big brother...but you've changed. It’s a good thing. Now I can start worrying less about you."
"Are you trying to get a raise? Is that why you're being so nice to me?"
"For fuck’s sake," Marlow cursed and then his eyes widened as he slapped his hand over his mouth.
Scott burst out laughing while a shocked Marlow blushed. In all the years he'd known his friend, the man had never uttered a curse word, for what reasons Scott didn't know.
"Stop laughing at me," Marlow whined.
"I can't help it. You should see your face." Scott had tears rolling down his face.
"Boss, why are you so mean?"
"Ah, Marlow," Scott said, getting up out of his chair and pulling the other man into a hug.
"I knew your bad habit would rub off on me one day."
Scott bit his lip holding back his laughter. "I'm sorry."
"So, this is what happens when my back is turned."
Marlow gasped and instantly pushed away from Scott. "Quintus, it's not what it looks like."
