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“Guys, I can’t feel my nuts. I think my suit might have shrunk in the wash or something.”
“C’mon, Bluntycups. I’ll show you to the horse barn. The groomsman put down a fresh bed of hay for you to sleep on tonight.”
It’s like
From what my daughter had told me, Baltasar Suarez passed her test simply because he’d shown her kindness. Which she doesn’t get much of around here…
Positions affectionately referred to in certain fandoms as cum-shot and ass-grabber.
Little did they know, all I ever wanted was to stick my dick in my rival’s tight end.
I wonder if I could get him beneath me again…
It didn’t help that I was exhausted, since something had woken me up around 4 am.
“Mine,” he replied, still staring at me like he wanted to eat me alive. “I mean… she’s mine, yes. Daisy is.” He blinked rapidly before his gaze shifted to where his daughter sat on my shoulders. “For almost ten years now.”
“The name suits you,” he chuckled evilly. “Perfect for when Daisy dresses you up in one of her tutus later.”
I was a goddamn Suarez—just like Wolfy had said—and I had no plans to bend over for this family. Especially not Zion.
“No, Baltasar, I didn’t lay the egg that hatched Daisy.” When I failed to hide my horrified reaction, he chuckled heartily. “She didn’t hatch from an egg, B. Fuck, you’re too easy.”
I’m straight, but I’m just not thinking straight. Oh, no. What if my supersuit was so tight it cut off my air supply… Through my nuts?!
“Please, Z…” His voice unexpectedly cracked, snapping me out of my fantasy. “I-I really don’t like being tied up.” Immediately realizing he wasn’t playing, the protective instincts I reserved for Daisy went haywire. My vision tunneled as I unsheathed my claws and began mindlessly shredding his restraints. Must. Protect. My mate.
“Thanks for the tour, and for cutting me… cutting me FREE, I mean. And for showing me your hole. YOUR SWIMMING HOLE! Jesus Christ, I’m done. I’m fucking done. I’m just gonna go to my room now. Alone. So I can… be alone for… alone time. Jesus.” My beast was clawing to get out. I watched as this ridiculously stacked, awkward bundle of villainous sweetness adjusted his hard-on before spinning on his heel and fleeing the scene of his bi-awakening. I must have him.
“Suarez family cat wrangler! How may I direct your bullshit?”
“I think my dick is broken,” I blurted out, putting the phone on speaker so I could toss it on the bed while I pulled my sweat-soaked shirt over my head.
“Baltasar.” Wolfy was using his stern Clan Daddy voice. “We talked about this. Supe marriages are about forming powerful alliances and producing even more powerful heirs. Most married supes—whether arranged or otherwise—don’t care about being friends. Some don’t even like each other, never mind love.” That strange ache I’d felt in the middle of the night flared up in my chest again. “Cappy and Xander are in love,” I muttered, not even knowing what my point was, but plowing ahead anyway. “You and Simon are, too.” Then, as if I wasn’t behaving like enough of a loser, I had to go ahead and
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There was no reason for me not to tell my gay brother and his gay mafia queen that I might like dick. Hell, the whole gay family would probably throw me a big gay party to celebrate me joining the rest of them on the apparently more exciting side of the playing field.
Plus, I kind of like being smaller than him…
I was telling the truth when I said nothing had ever touched my prostate. There’d been one cape chaser who tried sticking a finger up my ass while giving me a blowie, but I freaked out the instant she circled the rim, and told her to focus on the main attraction instead. Even though it felt awesome. Maybe because it felt awesome.
“You’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Suarez. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted this. Wanted you.”
Tell me I’m pretty.
GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!! Jamming my spent cock back in my pants—Zion’s pants—I spun on my heel and raced from his room. And straight into a pissed-off Dahlia.
One that said, “I’m With Stupid.” With an arrow pointing straight down.
“DADDY—LOOOOK!!!” Her voice reached dog whistle territory as she held up a green ombré tee that said ‘Lizard Queen’ in silvery scaled letters. “And there’s one for you, too!”
But here I was, feeling some kind of way about the idea of Zion Salah overpowering me. I’m baby…
“Why are you even marrying a meanie like Auntie Dahlia, Blunty? I’d rather you just be my second daddy instead.”
OH, MY GODDD!!!
Imma wrap my dick in Lizard Grip.
And why shouldn’t I? The packaging promised an ‘even thinner grip’ that felt as if ‘nothing stood between you and your weapon.’ The ‘super slip-resistance in both wet and dry conditions’ also caught my attention. Before I knew it, I’d cranked up my super speed to rip open the plastic and give myself a lizard dick.
My phone buzzed in my sweatpants pocket—uncomfortably vibrating against the Lizard Grip tape I’d been unable to remove after dinner. Maybe I can steal some vegetable oil without Cook noticing…
I took a deep breath and nodded rapidly, before reaching into my sweats and pulled out my throbbing, tape-covered cock. Ta-daaa… Zion’s fist pressed to his mouth—more out of shock than to hide a smile. “What…” was all he said.
So I did the only logical thing. I sunk my teeth into Zion’s neck.
“I promise, I would gladly knock you up if I could.” And that’s a fact.
He’d calmly confirmed what Jackie Salah had thrown in my face—our alliance did not hinge on me marrying into their clan.
“We have a special request tonight! In memory of our beloved Mikki, Miss Ariana will perform as a supe you know and love. Your favorite sexy strongman in spandex. The one we can’t help but wonder how big he gets—everywhere.” Oh, no. “The one, the only…” Nonononono. “BLUNT FORCE!” Fuck. No.
“That’s right, beautiful—milk every drop. It’s all for you. I can’t wait to breed you. You’re going to look so fucking hot with my cum dripping out of you…”
“But the best in the league is standing right in front of you.” Smug asshole. “Yeah, my uncle’s a freakin’ legend!”
And that’s how little Balty learned about gambling! “RUN YOU FREAKIN’ HORSE, RUUUUN!!!” Daisy stomped her little feet on the rickety bleachers—waving the race program over her head like she was a charioteer cracking a whip. “C’mon, Buttercup! Go, girl, GOOOOO!”
“There’s a reason inventus bonds exist, Z...” I laughed bitterly. “Yeah, they exist to lure unsuspecting baby bi’s into signing their lives away.”
impressive intensity he showed on the field. “Shut the fuck up, Zion,” he growled. “For the first time, I actually feel clear about something. If you need time to think about it, fine, but my mind is made up. I want this, I want you, and I want that fucking mate bite.”
Too late, because I woke up like this.
Daisy laid a tiny hand on my now scale-free forearm and grinned up at me. “I love secrets! And I pinky swear not to tell anyone. Well, except for my dad.”
“But I-I hope you can both join my family someday.” Hopefully without Wolfgang forcefully taking over this one... Daisy solemnly nodded. “As long as I’m with you and Daddy, I’ll be happy.”
I wish Zion would head for my back door….
She put up her hands and took a step backward. “Listen, this is between you and him, and I am not getting in the middle of it. Go ask that idiot yourself if you want to know who leaked the photos.”
“Stop getting your panties in a bunch, Suarez. You know I want you.”
“You’ve been acting weird since yesterday, and second, I’m wearing a goddamn jockstrap, not panties.”
“Just when I think I can’t fall in love with you more, you pull some smooth shit like this. Damn.” He loves me!
