Chapter 12 #3
I didn’t put on the shoes yet, instead making my way out of the room, nearly slamming into Cy as I did. He was almost hyper with excitement, and as I arched a brow at him, his gaze darkened.
“Cy!” I squeaked as I was suddenly pinned to the wall, his lips brushing mine.
“Tell me,” he murmured.
“Tell you what?” I asked softly, feeling breathless. I had a feeling I already knew.
“That you’re okay with it.” He nipped my bottom lip. “That you’re okay with not taking the pills.”
I smiled, pulling back and offering him an amused brow. “And what if I’m not?”
I was, but I think it also warranted a serious discussion about what this meant.
Conflict flashed in his gaze. “Then I would drive you to the closest pharmacy. Your health and how you feel is of the utmost importance to me.”
My heart melted, and I tilted my head. “Why do you sound conflicted?”
Cy’s expression turned blank, but he answered, “It would be fighting most of my instincts right now, especially with my seed still inside of you.”
I nearly groaned at the way he talked—these men were going to kill me.
I ran a hand over his chest. “It would be easy for me to get it from the pharmacy here. It’s just basic pills… But I’m not. I’m not getting them, Cy.”
Excitement filled his gaze as he let out a low rumble and kissed me deeper.
Pulling back, I clasped his face gently. “With that being said, we all need to have a discussion about what this means. Our world isn’t the most stable, and there is literally a threat knocking on our door—”
“We would never let anything happen to you,” he swore, “but I understand. I think that despite their intensity about this situation, the others feel very much the same. You make the rules here, pixie. We just want everything with you—including a family and future.”
I couldn’t help but kiss him again, because damn, when the man did talk, he said some amazing stuff. When he pulled back, I took in his outfit of a mint green button-down with black palm trees, rolled at the sleeves and exposing his chest, along with a pair of black jeans.
“I like this.”
“Good, because I’m wearing it to dinner,” he said, brushing his nose against mine.
I couldn’t wait to see how my other men were dressed.
Death was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and damn did he look good in it.
No, seriously—I had no damn idea how Saint was pulling off the thing, which was so at odds with his tattoos and overall broody, dark vibe, but the man looked perfectly at home. In fact, all my men did. Even Ashur, who’d had to borrow a shirt and jeans, looked really nice.
Although the funniest was probably Damian, who was wearing a dark cowboy hat to hide his horns. Something I had tried so hard to not giggle at but failed miserably. By the look of retribution in his gaze, I had a feeling I was going to get it later.
Not now, though. Right now we were sitting in an outdoor private dining area at a restaurant that overlooked the vast mountain landscape in the distance, the setting sun painting a gorgeous picture.
So I was safe for the time being.
A glass of sangria sat in front of me, everyone seemingly comfortable.
Oddly enough, for being the home of a MAM base, we hadn’t come across much anti-monster propaganda in the city.
In fact, if it wasn’t for our ISS intel, I wouldn’t have even thought it existed out here, and maybe that was the point.
We had already talked briefly in the hotel about the plan moving forward, keeping it very simple and not wanting to say anything too detailed in case the room was bugged. There was no reason for us to assume that, but considering the environment we were in, it was better to be safe than sorry.
Saint was going to attempt to search out the god terrors when it turned dark, using his power to connect with theirs, and then we would confront them. And then we would also break into the MAM base to gather intel on what they had planned for the institute.
I had thought of that one, and I was pretty damn proud of myself for it.
“Well, what an interesting gathering,” a masculine voice said halfway through dinner. “Didn’t expect to see all of you again.”
Drive.
The neo terror was attractive, I would give him that. However, he had an energy to him that made me uncomfortable, like he was infected with some type of virus. Something that was fairly amusing considering his name was Drive… Like a hard drive? I had to assume that was the case.
I felt my brow dip. Maybe I was being too harsh. Maybe it wasn’t that he was infected as much as the energy around him was negative. It seemed to influence the very environment itself—it was rather impressive.
“Better question is what you’re doing here,” Damian growled, standing up.
“Me?” Drive leaned against the table, hands spread.
Razar’s arm tightened around me, a rumble breaking from his throat.
I knew I needed to keep him relaxed, because while this place seemed chill, if we started doing nightmare shit, I had a feeling someone would report it to MAM.
It would be na?ve to believe they didn’t have eyes everywhere.
“Unfortunately, because of my love for Love’s co—”
Drive’s words were cut off by Razar’s snarl, and I smiled up at my night terror. Honestly, it was sweet he didn’t want men using terms like that around me.
“Love’s cold, cold heart.” Drive smirked, changing his sexual innuendo. “I am here to pass on a message before I get back to pretending humans don’t exist and this problem isn’t mine.”
“What’s the message?” I asked, wondering why my father hadn’t passed it on now that we were back in contact.
“Love and Peace have been able to use their magic to track down the others. They’re in the mountains east of here,” he said simply, nodding towards the mountain range before looking at Saint. “That was as close as they were able to get.”
Drive straightened up as if to leave, but I leaned forward and caught his wrist, unable to stop the next question that left my mouth. “You came all the way here to deliver that message for Love?”
Vulnerability flashed in Drive’s gaze, but it was quickly gone as he shook my hand off and shrugged. “I was in the area. Have some shit to take care of in Silicon Valley.”
“Right,” Damian mused, unbelieving.
Drive pierced him with a look and stepped back. “I hope you all don’t die. Good luck.”
Then the nightmare strode from the restaurant. I felt a stab of sympathy for the man because he was so clearly in love with the god terror who would one day find his mate…
My mouth opened in shock as something occurred to me.
“Saint,” I whispered suddenly. “You said god terrors can’t feel physical desire unless it’s with their mate?”
Saint nodded.
“Love feeds off the orgies. He doesn’t participate.” Saint thought he knew where I was going with this, and while that made a lot of sense, I had a larger revelation.
“Drive is Love’s mate.”
Everyone froze before Saint chuckled, causing me to smile.
I was confused about the situation, though.
Why the heck they weren’t together all the time?
Was it that easy to leave your mate? I didn’t think it was.
More so, why did they keep it a secret? I suppose they hadn’t outright denied it, but if you knew Love was a god terror and listened to their sexual innuendos, it became extremely obvious.
Yep, it was official—I was completely invested in this relationship.
The others had moved on in conversation, while I was still completely caught up on every moment of this revelation.
“So that’s the plan tonight? To go into the mountains?” Blackwell asked.
“We have to wait until any humans would be gone, but yes,” Saint agreed. Razar tightened his hold on me and gently pressed a kiss to my shoulders, making me feel a surge of gratefulness for my mates. Making me happy that even in this insanity, we were together and close.
I tilted my chin up to see the need in Razar’s gaze. I whispered that I loved him, and he brushed his nose against mine, whispering it back. For just a moment, everything was calm, but I knew tonight would bring trouble.
And that wasn’t even considering the plan to break into the MAM base and save the sis meta.