She saidourhouse.
Kassie pressed her face into the crook of my neck, her warm breath tickling my skin. A contented sound rumbled from deep in my chest, something between a purr and a sigh.
Kassie's fingers trailed up my chest, her touch leaving fire in its wake. "That worried look on your face is cute, but can't be good for you." Her eyes darkened as they met mine. "All that tension building up inside you..." She leaned closer, her lipsnearly brushing my ear. "Maybe I should help my match relax, properly."
Night, consume me.
Just as our lips were about to meet, my tongue darting out in anticipation, someone pounded frantically at the door. My wings bristled, and a growl rumbled in my throat as I snapped my tiny fangs in frustration.
“At least they knocked,” Kassie said. “And I’m clothed.”
I set her down gently, my talons lingering against her skin. "For now," I growled, voice low enough for only her to hear. "Once I deal with whoever's interrupting us, I plan to properly celebrate our honeymoon."
Kassie bit her lip. “Just don’t rip my dress. While I don’t normally wear white, I’m kind of fond of it. Makes my bosoms look great.”
Bosoms?
She patted her breasts and then squeezed them.
Ahh, bosoms. There are so many words for breasts.
Kassie then wiggled back and forth, watching the dress swish around her knees. I could see its imperfections, but in my animalistic state, my only concern had been keeping her warm, and I have never made a piece of clothing in my life.
Hell, I didn’t even know I could make silk, but if my match wanted more clothing made from me, I’d do anything she wanted.
I licked my lips, savoring the thought of creating something just for her. "I'll weave you more dresses, then." The familiar tingle spread across my jaw as silk gathered from under my jaw. I wiped it away with the back of my hand, fighting the instinct to draw my claws across my glands. Kassie's eyes widened as she leaned closer, fascinated by the process.
“Are you trying to…”
The knock came again, this time even more frantic. “Either answer the door or I will open it myself, no matter what state you both are in!”
Kassie made a face. “Why is Gideon here?”
That mayor will be the death of me.
I called out, "Come in!" while drawing Kassie protectively against my chest. The mayor had to duck his unusually large frame through the doorway before straightening to his full height and approaching us with measured steps.
Gideon's gaze fell on Kassie. "What a pleasure to find you here." His lips stretched into something that resembled a smile. "I see the matching was successful. We'll arrange a proper celebration soon. But first,"—he straightened his already perfect posture—"there are urgent matters requiring our attention."
Wow, thanks, I only worked my ass off to get Kassie. But yeah, sure, we can talk about business.
The mayor's eyes narrowed. "We've located where the fox shifter has been hiding, right under our noses, in the apartment next to my own. This TeaBagTitan character has been among us for quite some time." As he spoke, his elongated fingers curled inward, the sound of shifting bone audible as joints popped beneath his pale skin.
“So cool,” Kassie murmured as she watched the bone snap back into place.
I thought I might be sick.
Kassie shook her head and stared up at the mayor. “Wait, what do you mean ‘fox shifter’? What about Titan? How do you know aboutthatname? Did Harlow tell you?”
The mayor formed his lips into a thin line, which appeared even scarier than the big teeth.
“I’m guessing Atlas hasn’t told you yet?”
My wings fluttered with agitation as a shrill sound escaped my throat. "I've had other priorities to attend to, as you might have noticed!"
“We’ve been rutting,” Kassie said plainly. “He can’t help it, and we are matched now, see?” She pointed to her neck proudly.
My anger faded, and I stood up straight. Hell, yeah! I did that.
