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I palmed my cock over my britches, slowly licking my upper lip, and groaned. “Tell me more, my sexy wee brainiac.”

My mate scoffed, then surprised the shite out of me and winked, walking her fingers up my abs. “I’d definitely like to explore that fantasy of yours sometime. I never kink shame.” With that, she strode a few paces away and opened a godsdamn portal with her apartment key. “Are you coming, Mate?” Miko asked, the question drenched with innuendo.

My whole body jerked and I swear I came a little as pre-cum rushed from my tip. “Ah, lass, I will be soon enough. You can be sure of that.”

CHAPTER 36

Wasting Time

MIKO

“How many days until the meeting?” Huff squeaked.

“Two,” Bane responded.

The urge to correct him itched at my gray matter. “One and a half. And before you ask, yes it needs to be that precise because we have already suffered here for five days. Five days without air conditioning, deodorant, modern plumbing, and no freaking ice cream.” I folded my arms over my chest, grinding my teeth and failing to ignore the feeling of my arm skin gluing to the new, sweat dampened location.

The Heechu hid his eyes with his tails, huffing stridently. “Do you two needs alone time again? It’s been like,” he lifted a tail, staring down at it adamantly as if glancing at an imaginary watch, “an hour, so you’re about due for another romp. It seems likes the only time Meeky isn’t, um, complaining is when your p⁠—”

My mouth dropped open. “Huffluff, don’t you dare finish that sentence! I didn’t know you had it in you.” The instigator in question bowed, sweeping his tails forward so grandly the guesture it belonged on a stage.

This miniscule, confined space wears on us all. I worry if we remain much longer, it won’t take much to provoke even Huff to react in violence.

Bane laughed. “See, Honeybee. He earned his nickname. I don’t bestow them idly.”

I wiggled my ass against his crotch, letting out an embarrassing ‘yeep’ as he bodily tossed me higher up the bed onto the pathetic excuse for pillows.

I despise this fucking inn. Whatever, idiotic part of my brain that wondered what it would be like to take part in an inn scene I read about in fantasy books deserves to be kidney punched.

The grotesque stood, looming over me like a specter. “Boorish barbarian,” I mumbled and growled, tossing the limp dick of pillows at his head, frustration squirming under my skin. Bane only chuckled.

My legs pressed together as his deep gravelly voice sent intimate tingles between my thighs, plumping the already engorged, sensitive nerves bundled there as if he stroked it with his long tongue. “I’m tired of staring at the awkward angle of your neck. Will you sit the fuck down already?”

The ceilings of the rooms in the inn were so short Bane couldn't stand upright. I’d lost count of how many times he caught his horns on the cross beams. It's a miracle they’re still one piece. Maybe Bane was right all along with his imbecilic made-up words. I think I’ve skipped the final stages of grumpitude and progressed into irreversible grumptraphy.

Not that I would tell him that.

As it turns out, Huff wasn’t wrong.

The errant thought drifting through the back of my mind hardly registered as we engaged in exactly what the snarky Heechu rudely suggested.

“It’s bleedin’ pitty, Baby Girl,” Bane growled as he thrust into me.

I moaned, trying to catch my breath enough to speak. “What…is?”

“That we don’t have any lube.”

Laughing, I smiled against his lips. “Actually,” I forced myself to inhale deeply, my pulse slowing minutely, “we do. In my backpack, second biggest pouch.”

Bane’s claws scraped lightly down my sides as he flipped me onto my hands and knees while his tail retrieved the travel size packet I indicated. His wings flared, knocking the curtains, along with the cracked, broken long before our stay, rod from the window. “Whoever built this inn left a village short of their idiot.”

He turned and a loud riiiip sounded as he sat on the bed, positioned my hands on the ground between his bent legs, and pressed down on the center of my back with what felt like the whisper soft edge of a stone wing.

“Gods, I love you, my wee slut,” he vowed, as he massaged my puckered hole with the tip his, languidly inching the lube deeper.

Groaning, I replied, “I love you too, asshole.” My parted lips shifted into a bright smile and the brat within shimmied smugly that he wouldn’t get to see it in this position. “Would you,” I paused, blowing my bags out of my eyes, “look at that. Who knew all we needed to express our feelings for one another was a little ass play.”

Pain licked over my heated skin as Bane delivered a sharp slap on my ass, his tail breeching the ring of muscle. I gasped causing my grotesque to halt all movement as I adjusted to the overfull sensation teetering between exquisite pain and pleasure.