Chapter Six
M y body feels stiff, and not in a good way.
I shift slightly, but a large arm wraps around me and pulls me in tighter to the solid mass of muscle under my cheek. Thankfully my arms are too asleep right now or I would have come up swinging. It also gives my mind a quick minute to figure out what the fuck is going on.
I open my eyes and let them adjust to the darkness surrounding us.
Directly across from me is a mass of dark brown curly hair, nearly covering the cherubic face of my glorious mate. Who is also smooshed into a solid pectoral.
Why are we being coddled like babies and being smashed into Lucian’s impressively firm man-boobs?
With how bad the big guy was feeling when we first crawled into our puppy pile, I try not to be too irritated with him. He also just came back from the dead, and since I have a bit of a soft spot for him, I figure it’s alright to cuddle a little.
Then my stomach grumbles and my bladder begins to protest.
Ok, cuddlefest over.
I push up to carefully extract myself, only to find Lucian’s arm wrapping around me tighter.
My bladder means business, so I try to push away again. However, this time when Lucian pulls me closer, my head rolls inwards and I get an entire faceful of fae tit. My bladder does a jig and my irritation breaks through. When pushing does nothing, I make the only logical choice left.
I open my mouth, getting as much skin as possible, and I bite.
Ever heard a 250lb, seven-foot tall man squeal like a tiny piglet?
It’s some funny shit! I highly recommend it if you ever find yourself suffocating on man boob.
The molten lava pouring from the Noctifer Witch’s eyes at my antics?
Now that I don’t recommend. It’s kinda fucking scary if I am being totally honest.
“I have to pee.” I say entirely too loudly, before flying out of the covers and rushing to a gathering of thick bushes. Hopefully far enough away to be out of earshot.
With my business done, I make my way back to the camp.
Forsythia brushes her hand against the already disappearing teeth marks I left on her mate. Glaring in my direction as I come up beside them, she asks. “Why in the world would you think biting a healing man was a smart choice?”
“Hey, he,” I point at Lucian, who creases his brows in confusion, “started it.”
Forsythia glances down to see Lucian’s expression and turns her attention back to me. “How in the world did he start it?”
“I had to pee!” Why do I keep yelling this?
She rolls her eyes at me. “Yeah, you said that. Your bladder has nothing to do with your terrible manners.”
“Terrible manners?!” Is that me shrieking? Okay Blake, let’s take a deep breath here.
Exhaling hard I try again. “I offered to help my brother in his time of need. I did not offer to do some weird sexual experiment that results in Lucian’s man-titty… mitty? Anyways I didn’t ask for his boob in my mouth, and I had to pee. He wouldn’t let go so I defended myself.”
Lucian’s hands have moved to his nipples and he covers them as if embarrassed. Forsythia, on the other hand, looks like she is seconds away from exploding into a fit of laughter.
“It’s not funny,” I grumble.
And that statement is what finally breaks the dam, folks.
Forsythia doubles over in a fit of giggles complete with a snort. I find myself smiling and see that Lucian is also smiling at her. Yeah, we have had way too many close calls for us to not take a second and bask in this.
Forsythia wobbles a little before falling over next to Lucian. Still laughing like a maniac.
I march over and look down at her. Still unable to get the stupid goofy smile off my face. Not that I care. “Why is this so funny?”
“You… you bit Lucian… because he… wouldn’t let go… you bit him… on the boob!” She barely gets all of her words out between laughing and then immediately follows it up with another loud snort. This time, she shows clear embarrassment at the noise, covering her mouth and cutting off her laughter instantly. She begins to blush and I can’t stop myself.
I lower myself down and run my hand across her cheek.
She purrs at the contact and heat floods my veins.
I look up and realize that at some point when I moved closer to Forsythia, Orobas made himself scarce.
Good .
I let my hand move down her neck and draw lazy circles with my fingertip. I look at Lucian and my eyes must convey an unspoken signal, because he moves his hand to her hip bone and starts making the same movements across her skin. Her eyes flutter closed and I know she is lost in the sensations.
I look at Lucian again.
She needs this. We need this. But I need to know that he is healthy enough.
I quirk an eyebrow when I catch his gaze, hoping that one gesture says what I need it to. He must get the message because his lips curl up in a smile and he gives a nod.
This time will have to be slow. Much slower than I want it to be. But for her, I will tamp down my overwhelming need to join with her as quickly as possible.
My hand moves down to her breast and she arches into my touch. I flick a finger across her nipple, over the fabric, and she gasps. Her tail snakes out from underneath her.
I make a mental note to keep an eye on that wiley little fucker. I still don’t know how I feel about it. It wraps around my ankle and I relish in the possessive gesture.
My soul thrums lightly.
And just like that, the emptiness I have felt these past few days is gone. Replaced with warmth and need.
Molten hot need for my mate.