“Here, kitty kitty.” Wylder grinned at Dario as he snorted and returned to his cooking. For some reason their golden dragon was intent on filling the fridge with enough meals to keep them fed forever.
‘Mer.’
Wylder knew how to entice his baby down off the ledge. He whipped off his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the couch. “I guess I’ll go work out.”
‘Meow.’
“Oh no, you don’t want to come down,” Wylder teased.
Theo peeked over the shelf at him.
Wylder rubbed his chest and winked. “Off to the gym.” He turned but could hear the heavy thump of Theo’s paws leaping from shelf to shelf.
He kept walking through the kitchen and smacked Dario on the ass.
“Watch it, boy.” Dario pointed the spatula at him. “I will put you over my knee and spank your ass.”
“Kinky,” Wylder drawled. “I’m going to work out.”
Dario darted his eyes behind him and smiled. “Have fun.”
Wylder chuckled. Yeah, he was planning on having a whole lot of fun. “You could finish up in here and join us.”
“I might just do that. Give me ten minutes,” Dario said.
“Grab Alek and Mitch,” Wylder stated.
“Will do,” Dario agreed.
Wylder strolled to the door on the opposite side of the kitchen that led to the new gym, which was the most amazing space that Wylder had ever seen. Mitch had put together a perfect space for them. There was even a corner of the room for Theo to practice his magic.
He opened the door and left it open, knowing that he had a little stalker on his heels. Wylder stomped down the steps into the new open space. At the bottom of the stairs, dark blue mats were laid out. The mats continued across half the room before the weights and machines were set up. In the very back corner was Theo’s space and that was exactly where the little cat raced toward.
Wylder started with stretches, keeping his back to Theo. His baby loved to watch Wylder start to get sweaty. And, truthfully, Wylder liked showing off for his mate.
“I heard we were working out,” Mitch said as he clomped down the stairs.
Wylder motioned with his head toward the back of the room. “Lose the shirt.”
Laughing, Mitch did just that. It was nice to see that Mitch had remained in his natural form since they returned from hell. Maybe Theo’s short little adventure had more than one benefit. Mitch seemed more comfortable around them.
“Mmm.” Mitch walked by and cupped his ass. “Nice shorts.”
“Well, I was playing video games but some naughty cat decided to ruin that,” Wylder mock-complained.
There was a definite rumble from the back of the room.
“This is better anyway.” Mitch gave Wylder’s ass one last squeeze.
Wylder rolled his eyes. “There is nothing wrong with playing games. I promise I’ll teach you if you want to learn.”
Mitch stretched his arms up. With the high ceiling, his fingers barely brushed. “Or you could come down here and work out. Practice your sword skills.”
“You have a one-track mind,” Wylder complained. He turned and stroked himself over his tight shorts. “If you want to obsess, then you should obsess over me.”
Mitch dropped his arms. “I thought we were really working out.”
Wylder laughed. “We are. Let’s test your stamina.” He leapt at Mitch and knew that his mate would catch him.
