Inside, the pheromones she’s giving off are staggering and I have to bite back a groan. I’ve been building up a tolerance over the last few weeks, able to keep my head around her better, but this? Holy hell, my legs actually tremble.
Soren is on his knees in front of the couch, face buried between Ezra’s legs. Her fingers are tangled in his dark hair while the other hand claws at the couch. At Eli’s shout, she tries to scramble up, but Soren’s mouth is still latched around her clit. She moans, adding another thing to scar the kid for life.
“Bleach. I need bleach,” he loudly proclaims stomping down the hall towards the bathroom. “Fucking really? Does anyone in this house know how to lock a damn door!?”
He storms back out, Cai right behind him. By the flush on his face, I can pretty much assume what he walked in on.
“You couldn’t at least jack off in your own room?” I taunt, trying my damn best not to burst into laughter and embarrass Ez any more than she already must be.
“Fuck off, Yri, you wouldn’t have even made it that far,” he snaps, a scowl masking his mortification.
“Ez, if you’ve ever loved me, you will melt my brain right now,” Eli deadpans, shutting his eyes and rubbing his temples.
I on the other hand can’t tear my eyes off of her. She’s still wearing my shirt, quickly tugging it down to cover herself while she frantically searches for her shorts. Ren passes them to her with a satisfied smirk, which she hastily tugs on and tries to compose herself.
“You were right, Yri,” Soren rumbles, helping her to her feet and adjusting himself over his jeans. “Good enough to eat.”
“LALALALALALA,” Eli starts repeating loudly, sticking his fingers in his ears and walking right back out the front door.
Even though she can’t feel the heat, that doesn’t mean she can’t blush. And right now, Ezra’s nearly as red as her hair.
“Well...that was...memorable,” she throws out awkwardly and I finally lose it, breaking out laughing until there are tears in my eyes.
“Oh, I’ll certainly be remembering it fondly,” I tease.
She groans. “Fuck, I need a cold shower.”
Turning on her heel, she brushes past Cai on her way and not long after I hear the water kick on. Cai curses, scrubbing his hand over the back of his hair.
“Fuck, now she smells like thatandis naked. And wet.” He storms off towards his room and even Ren busts out laughing when he slams his door behind him.
Soren looks down at me with a small frown pulling at his lips. “You said you were going to the store after picking him up.”
I punch him in the arm. “I left an hour before school let out, obviously I went shopping first. You couldn’t have shot me a text or something?”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “It happened rather suddenly and then I was too busy. You try thinking straight with her coming on your face.”
I groan, heading down the hall to my room. “You’re an asshole, Ren,” I accuse.
He just laughs. “You’re just jealous.”
I pin him with a look over my shoulder. “Fuck yeah I’m jealous. But just you wait, I’ll even the scales.” I laugh maniacally before shutting the door, just to screw with him.
But really, she’s our mate; this is going to happen. I don’t mind seeing her with the others; enjoy seeing her like that honestly. I love the fact she’s chosen us, considers us to be her home. Safe and happy, that’s all I want for my flight mates; all of them. But if someone else tries to put his hands on her, thinks to take what’s ours?
Heads will roll.
***
Still needing to recuperate, from the Gauntlet and embarrassment, I offered her my bed since I had to go to work early and took the couch. We all knew Eli would rather not see any of us right now and left him be, but Ez plans to swing by later this morning to make sure he gets to school.
I walk into the forge before the sun comes up, the heat already sweltering. Kinsley sees me first and half waves, going back to the blade he’s sharpening. Around the bend, Kahl and Kaiden are working in tandem pouring into a mold.
They take point on all of the actual metal work, I’m just here to handle the grunt jobs that suck to free up their time. I sort orders, keep the fires burning, haul materials in and out. I head out to the building they use as a bloomery, smelting out the iron from the raw ore. It’s an entire process before they can get the wrought iron they need to forge all of these weapons.
I haul coal and wood to their proper places, making sure everything’s stocked for them. They’re the artists here, I just make sure they have everything at their fingertips to work their impressive skills. Bins of broken bits from botched projects or excess material need sorted, things need cleaned; and all the while it’s a million fucking degrees.
“Vyrian, the truck driver that took out today’s shipment just called; engine’s smoking. Any chance you’d be willing to go take a look?” Kahl asks, wiping his face with a rag. “You said you used to work on cars before coming here or something, right?”
