Ravenous after so much walking, I tear into my food, practically inhaling it before she’s finished with her tangent. Licking my fingers, I offer Avery the last circle of turkey, and she snaps it up so quickly I almost lose a finger. Carina lurches forward to save my appendages, but Avery spreads her wings and gets right up in her face, the two of them in a stand-off of wills.
Scrambling for something to break the tension, I ask, “So what do you do around here when you’re not pinch-hitting for Raiden?”
Eyes still narrowed on the bird protectively perched on my shoulder, she gradually leans back in her chair. Taking another bite of her sandwich, she watches Avery carefully, eventually deeming her brother’s falcon not a threat and tearing her gaze away to face me. A slow, devious grin spreads across her face, and I instantly regret my change of subject, worried about what new hell I unleashed.
“Finish your lunch and I’ll show you.”
Chapter 10
Amara
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Ican feel the creditcard Raiden gave me burning a hole in my pocket, and the temptation is enough I might actually break.
No reason to feel guilty. With this stuff, I technicallywouldbe contributing to the legion.
Carina owns her own shop, and personally, I think it’s the best damn store in the city. With black painted brick and a simple sign elegantly scrawling Carina’s, the place seems innocent enough. Once you step over the threshold, though, it’s a whole different ball game.
“Would you consider opening up the register?”
Carina gets a wicked gleam in her bright blue eyes and fetches a basket, passing it over with a smirk. “What are sisters for?”
I’m glad she’s willing to overlook the fact that most of the things I’ll be buying will involve her brother, but stepping through the doorway brought out a different side of her. This Carina is the embodiment of the devil on my shoulder, and maybe she’s only seeing dollar signs, or maybe she thinks she’s secured her victory and I’m accepting that I’ll be sticking around, but she doesn’t bat an eye at a single thing I toss in the basket, offering suggestions for better values or options that pair well with each other.
I never thought I’d be debating water versus oil based anal lube with anyone, let alone my sister-in-law, yet here we are.
Carina’s toy shop has everything you could ever want, and everything you didn’t know existed. From alien dildos that simulate artificial insemination, to pheromones for every shifter race, she’s prepared to help anyone get fucked six ways to Sunday, and then some. I get lost in the vast array of things that have my vagina clenching in fear or anticipation, potentially discovering new kinks.
“This is going to get expensive.” I cringe, feeling guilty, but Carina feels no such shame and takes the box out of my hand to add to my growing pile.
“If you ignore everything else that has come out of my mouth today, remember this,” she announces, dramatically clearing her throat and tossing a few things on the counter behind her since my basket is already overflowing. “Your mates honestly don’t worry about money because they have more than they could ever spend. They will happily and effusively insist you spend as much as you want on sex toys; especially if there’s a chance they might be involved in playing with them. There isn’t a single reason to feel guilty over the expense, I promise. Heck, they’re more likely to be upset if youdon’tspend a bunch of money here.”
I raise an eyebrow, pinning her with a look. “Of course you’d say that, you’re getting said money.”
She shrugs. “So it stays in the family, even better. I’m not sure what point you’re trying to make here, but spoiler alert, you’re losing. Just for that, now you have to buy a silicone slip and decide which mate you’re going to give a new complex to. I hope you’re happy.”
