A shocked laugh bellows out of my chest, and I shake my head, “I feel like one of my dreams just came true.”
Ryn sucks on her cheek and eyes Oliver's sweater vest critically, her brows creasing with more confusion the longer she stares at the hideous thing.
“Yeah, well, I figured you could do with a laugh.” His smirk turns into something more self-satisfied, and he shrugs again, “And all jokes aside, I’m a sucker for a decent sale.”
Understanding dawns on Ryn's beautiful face, and she chuckles, “You got that thing from a dead guy? Seriously?”
I snort, and Oliver tilts his head, eyes dancing with mirth as he nods, “I acquired his entire collection of sweater vests for only five dollars. At twenty-five garments, they practically paid me to take them!”
Ryn’s lips roll into her mouth, and I watch as she bites down hard. Nodding into her cup as she side-eyes me, her gaze shining with delight. Something in my chest releases, and I marvel again at how lucky I am.
“That’s awesome, Ollie. You’re the only person I know who can rock the grandpa-chic look.”
He nods, completely content with himself and his style. Which, for a squonk, is unheard of. So much of my life lately has been comprised of previously unheard of things, though, and I can’t help but smile at my little slice of serendipity.
It’s not perfect, but it’s overwhelmingly good. Especially considering everything that could have gone wrong.
I wrap an arm around Ryn and pull her into my side as Oliver asks her about the science behind her work, smiling fondly as she perks up and happily prattles on. That’s another thing I’m grateful for—that everything that’s happened hasn’t dulled her enthusiasm for her work, psychopaths aside. Eventually, we’ll have to see Darro and confirm that the soul stone production ended with both Brenyn and Saskia’s tragic, but undeniably convenient demises.
I grab my drink and lick at the messy side where some of the chocolatey deliciousness spilled over. It helps, too, to know that Hellas will have agents keeping closer tabs on shadow dust, now that the Guild knows how close we came to a fiasco.
I run my tongue along the side of my cup one last time before pulling the straw into my mouth. If this concoction had peanut butter in it, it’d be like the nectar of the gods. Humming happily, I look up and notice Ollie eyeing my display with a raised brow. Apparently, I got a little more into it than I thought, because Ryn is also watching me, and the heat in her eyes sends a thrill up my spine. I wink and takea good, long pull on the straw before popping off it and sighing with contentment.
“Mmm, creamy.”
Ryn rolls her eyes, an affectionate smile pulling one corner of her mouth upward. Oliver huffs and shakes his head, but he can’t hide the gaiety illuminating his features. I smile saucily, my contentment twining around Ryn’s through our bond in a satisfyingly intimate way that makes every ounce of struggle we’ve been through so completely worth it.
26
Fluffy Smutty Goodness
Ryn
Damn. I look hot! A giddy sort of smile curls my lips as nerves send my stomach into somersaults while I catalog my appearance via the floor-length mirror in the corner of my bathroom. My eyes trace the lines of my mostly exposed body, from the lacy thigh-high fishnet style stockings adorning my legs, up past the frilly garter belt, mid-rise crotchless panties, and milky expanse of my stomach. I nod appreciatively at the black lace longline Demi bra encasing my perpetually perky breasts, and grin at the full glam makeup I’ve done, complete with a black lip stain. The contrast of the dark lingerie against my pale flesh lends itself to my impish features perfectly.
Seth is unquestionably going to perish when he sees me.Good thing he’s mated to a necromancer.In fact, I take great joy in 'raising' his cock, summoningla petite mort,and then doing it all over again.
“Ryn? You okay in there?” Seth’s voice is muffled, but not enough to hide the eager note in it. Knowing how worked up he’s probably made himself waiting for me sends a thrill right to my core.
Instead of answering, I give the curls I painstakingly set one last fluff, and then follow the pull of impatience and elation coming from his side of our bond out of the bathroom.
Wentworth looks up lazily from where he’s curled comfortably on one of my armchairs. He takes in my appearance and then tucks his head between the cushions and his paws, completely uninterested in the antics about to take place.
An animalistic sputtering mewl fills the studio space, and if I hadn’t just seen Wentworth's apathy, I might have thought it came from him. Knowing my carefully constructed visage has reduced Seth to a simpering idiot makes pride fill my chest, and desire flare in my groin.
“I had a thought,” keeping my voice light and playful, I sashay toward where he’s sitting on the edge of our bed. His jaw is still open, and I carefully shut it with one finger as I step between his legs, into the circle of his arms. His eyes burn a trail up my body as I tilt his head back, and I can feel his erection against my stomach where I’m pressed up against him.
“That’s…that’s good. I, uh, seem to have lost all of mine.” The most adorable part of his cheesy little line is that it’s very apparently the truth. I smile and run my hands along his shoulders, reveling as he trembles under my fingers.
“I was thinking, maybe you could use your shadows to do something for me?” Biting my bottom lip, I rub my thighs together and groan. Crotchless panties are appealing for a plethora of reasons, but there is a certain drawback to having nothing to help catch the slick pooling between your legs.
“Anything. You—do you want me to use them to bind you again?” His orbs flare, and I moan as his hands trace lightly up my sides and then knead the tension from my back expertly.
“No.”
He pauses in his ministrations, looking at me with renewed interest. Seth loves trying new things, and his dick agrees with my assessment, as it pulses against me. My cheeks heat with a slight blush, and I take a quick breath, anticipation making the air feel thinner.
“I was thinking maybe you could make me a shadow strap-on. I want to fuck you.” His orbs white out, and his mouth drops open again. My brow furrows, and I quickly add, “If you want that, too.”
