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“If you truly don’t want to be my pretty princess.” “Oh, my gawwwdddd…” I groaned, fucking myself on his fingers, loving the feel of the scratchy material bunching up between us. “Fuck… I want…”
“Such a fucking animal,” I teased. But I absolutely mean it as a compliment. “Goddamn right,” Zion replied, giving me a quick kiss after we’d mostly straightened ourselves out again. As straight as we’ll ever be.
“And it’s exactly why you should play it. Stop selling yourself short, B. Just because your parents wanted to keep you small doesn’t mean that’s where you belong.”
“I’m looking for a new cologne. Something extra special. I’m getting married soon and—” “Who the fuck are you getting married to?” Baltasar asked, his eyes flashing sexy reptilian as he scowled at me. This man must be protected at all costs. “You, B,” I softly replied, trying my damnedest not to smile. “I just hadn’t gotten around to asking you yet.” “This is… weirdly cute,”
He smiled shyly at me through his eyelashes, and I had never in all my life wanted to cuddle-fuck someone so badly.
“When this bullshit is all over, I want you to chase me through the woods again… hold me down while you absolutely fucking own my ass.” Anything you want, beautiful.
“Enough. I’m ready,” Baltasar huffed, as bratty and impatient as ever. “I’ve been ready for that lizard dick since I woke up. Been ready my entire life.” Chuckling, I lined myself up and slid him down my length until he was fully seated. “Such big talk from such a tiny little thing,” I purred, my smirk growing as he shuddered at my words. “Should we see how much of me you can take?” His gaze was glassy but coherent. “Yes, please. Fill me the fuck up, Salah. I need to feel you.”
Any shapeshifter with a dick who tried to claim otherwise was probably lying. But I also didn’t want to injure my mate, so I took my time expanding inside him, watching his face closely to ensure he was enjoying himself.
He simply held my gaze and calmly waited for his clan leader to respond. Good boy.
“Not at all,” Wolfy chuckled. “To be honest, I simply wanted to see what you were made of.” His gaze slid to me. “What both of you were made of.” “But I didn’t do anything!” I protested, beyond annoyed at both alpha male idiots for using me as leverage in their dick measuring contest. Hmph.
Thanks to him I no longer thought of myself as nothing but a dumb jock. I’d discovered how capable I actually was—how I could be counted on when it mattered—and that I didn’t need to prove my worth to anyone. I’m good enough, just the way I am. I now understood I deserved the love of my birth family and my officially adopted daughter. And that I was worthy of the unwavering attention and undying devotion of one slightly possessive Godzilla.
“Can we stay up late watching movies?” Daisy excitedly asked a smirking Vi and the soon-to-be parents on the couch. “And eat the rest of the cake and ice cream? Can I sleep in my Isabella FrouFrou tutu?” Butch looked torn, but everyone else nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, yes, and yesssss…” Xander replied gleefully, grabbing Daisy’s hand and leading her toward our home theater room.
Clan Daddy: Tell me something I didn’t already know, Xanny. The Mafia Queen: Excuse me? Is this yet ANOTHER thing you felt compelled to hide from me? Clan Daddy: Perhaps. Maybe I knew full well Zion had feelings for Balty, and suspected Baby Hulk felt the same. Maybe I decided to set up some forced proximity through his engagement with Dahlia. Butt Pirate: What. Lizard Dick: What? The Mafia Queen: WHAT?! The Mouthy One: [Popcorn emoji]
