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Zorin was adorably dramatic when it came to being the current BDSM expert between them, but I really wished they’d slow down when they used that animal word. Wren’s skill of sending Toman pictures of confusing stuff was something I was starting to get jealous of because it seemed that just because I could read the language didn’t mean I could understand the spoken form.
That was frustrating.
“Is he?” Whatever Raxius actually meant had both of them turning to me. If he thought that would help get information from me, he was sadly mistaken because my throat closed up and my heart started to pound.
Cocking his head like he’d seen me do, Raxius seemed to admit defeat. “He may be.”
So whatever animal they’d been fighting about was easily startled?
Great.
I was probably the local version of some kind of rabbit.
“No one indicated his exact form of submission.” Zorin seemed pleased to provide that information as we stopped in front of some kind of blank-looking door. “However, when Toman explained his mate is what is called a little, Shiloh did not startle or look confused as he does when you talk about him being a—”
Going still, Zorin shifted his shoulders slightly before opening his eyes wider so I would see his surprise. “Oh, a small partially-domesticated animal.”
So he’d finally realized I didn’t know what they’d been comparing me to?
Well, that was a starting point.
Them both studying me at the same time wasn’t helping that whole easily startled thing.
“As far as I know, there is an extensive list of options.” Zorin focused on me like he was expecting me to just jump in with an explanation about what kind of kink I was into but I wasn’t sure what they’d think of it.
Okay, well, Zorin would go into professor mode and ask questions. That much was obvious. But something about it would piss Raxius off or overwhelm him and he’d get snippy. Then they’d trade barbs for a few minutes. Then they’d change the subject to stop fighting.
Then we’d probably start all over again.
That sounded terrible and didn’t make me think about being little at all.
Mates were always compatible.
Mates were always compatible.
Mates were always compatible.
“Let us show Shiloh his room and explain how to reach ours once his belongings are delivered.” Raxius broke the standoff, sending relief through me. “Then it will be time to show him the…the community before we must report to our meetings.”
Something about the way Zorin shifted made me think he wanted to pout or sigh dramatically. “Discussions with all the people of Earth would be more productive.”
That’d get him the information he wanted at the very least.
“Plans were laid out.” Raxius’ response didn’t give me any clue about what he was thinking but Zorin’s comments before made me think Raxius didn’t want to go any more than our professor did. “You are not the only academic who is asking for time with the people of Earth.”
“We are supposed to be obtaining knowledge. I am better at that than others.” And Zorin was more confident too.
And possibly more reckless?
“We are supposed to be showing the people of Earth around to help them get used to our community and then we are to learn about the many changes our people have made.” Raxius sounded logical and matter-of-fact, but that might’ve been because he liked driving Zorin crazy. “Then they will rotate through meetings and provide their thoughts.”
Technically that sounded like a reasonable plan, but mentally I was groaning and asking the fates to spare me from endless government and academic meetings. I was going to be passed around like some kind of zoo animal, but the only upside seemed to be that Toman had gone all Team Badass as we’d left the conference room, telling everyone not to gossip about our new bond because we deserved privacy.
They were the biggest gossips I’d ever met but the way everyone had peeked over at Raxius made me think they might actually mind their own business.
He did kind of have the Team Badass member thing going.
So if mates were always compatible, did that mean he would be a stern Daddy? A Dom?
