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“That the next time I begged for your bite, you wouldn’t hesitate. But I told you. I. Want. That. Fucking. Mate. Bite.” Gimme.
There was nothing like running through the forest while only wearing a jockstrap to make you question your life choices.
I wanted to make him proud. Jesus, I really am a praise whore. And a lizard whore.
Must be lizard envy.
“Please…” I begged, ramping up the whine in my tone and going in for the kill. “Please breed me.” Oops. Zion froze for only a moment before he was suddenly face to face with me again, dominating me with his enormous bulk—enveloping me in his musky, earthy scent. “Is that what you want, beautiful?” He tilted his head, lightly running his fangs along my neck as he nudged his dick against my opening. “You want me to fill you with my seed? You want it to be dripping out of you for days—until everyone knows you took my cock like the good little breeder you are?”
“Open up so I can give you all of me.” There’s more? “Gimme…” I
That’s cool. Imma sleep now, anyway.
“Yours,” I replied, allowing my eyes to flutter closed again as exhaustion swept me under, feeling like I finally belonged somewhere, for once. I’ll always be yours.
“It also might explain why he’s a raging psychopath.”
I wonder if they’re each other’s inventus… inventi… That would be weird.
Got it, thank you. Ma’am.
“This is your grandchild!” I hissed, feeling my supe form bulging under my skin. “How about you find the time to treat her like a part of this family—which she is.”
But I trusted our bloodthirsty leader would know what to do with the intel. And Wolfy will too.
I absently mused as Zion slid his hand under my tutu. Huffing, I batted it away. The only reason I was wearing the ridiculously floofy thing was because Daisy had insisted on it while we watched some princess ballerina movie. And we all know I can’t say no to her.
Okay, maybe I’m a slutty princess…
“Xanny invented these bindings that could hold supes, mostly for my father’s work in his lair, but my parents would occasionally use them on me. They’d tie me up and provoke me, just to see what would happen. They wanted to teach me to not half-shift just because someone was pissing me off—to only fully Hulk out when it was necessary.”
“Yes, you may, little guy.” I grinned as the normie bristled, but he was a good foot shorter than me, so he couldn’t get upset over facts. “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.
“Well, I’ve decided I want Bluntycups to read me my new Isabella FrouFrou book tonight,” she sniffed. “In full costume.” Baltasar paled, and I barked a laugh before coming to his rescue. “That won’t be possible, sweetie. Blunty spilled some… milk on the dad tutu, so we need to wash it before he wears it again.” Because he will be wearing it again.
Daisy’s suspicious gaze briefly slid to me before a change I knew well washed over her deceptively sweet face. Oh, no... BRACE YOURSELF, B! “B-but…” Daisy’s lower lip trembled as she turned to Baltasar—her big brown eyes filling up with fat tears. “You’re my dad now, too, Blunty.” “Oh, my godddd,” Baltasar gasped, and it was all I could do not to laugh at how close to crying he looked. “I’m sorry, D. I-I’ll make it up to you, okay? We could go shopping this weekend. How does that sound?” “Deal.” She smirked, returning her attention to her dinner—all traces of alligator tears magically
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“I’ve got your back, too! Where are we going, anyway?” Baltasar’s eyes widened in horror—matching my expression perfectly—and we both turned to confront our little stowaway.
Department of Human Health and Services.
If I wanted to deal with paperwork, I’d have taken over the clan already.
“I doubt you’ve felt unsure a day in your life. Your confidence is one of the many things I’ve always admired about you.” Immediately dropping my gaze to the mountain of folders in my lap, I rapidly blinked to get rid of the weird blurriness that had appeared for no apparent reason.
That’s when the door slammed shut and the alarm went off.
“Blunty,” Daisy’s little voice was in my ear, sure and strong. “We have to go. I know what to do.”
And immediately opened fire. “THERE’S A GODDAMN KID HERE!” I roared, crouching and twisting my body so the bullets would hit me instead of Daisy.
“Zion’s still in there!” I yelled, wild-eyed and desperate. “You have to… please, just get him out of there. Do your star hopping whatever thing—fucking please!” At this moment, I had no shame and gave zero fucks. If Ziggy needed me to get on my knees and properly beg, I would. Anything to save the love of my life. Fuck… he’s the love of my life.
His words were lost as the entire bottling plant exploded in a fiery inferno that felt like it ripped straight through my soul. And my bond. “NOOOO!!!” I howled, dropping Daisy and running full-speed toward the burning building.
“Are you fireproof?” I asked, still too shaken to move or make sense of what he was offering. “Something like that.” Ziggy grinned—his teeth so perfect, I assumed they were part of the elaborate skinsuit I was suspecting he wore. What are you under there?
I stopped chewing, shivering as a chill danced along my spine. “You feel her around you? Like a… ghost?” Creepy. Daisy laughed, although it ended with a yawn. “I’m not haunted, Blunty. Gawd, you’re too easy.”
Why’d you have to die on me, asshole? My chest was so tight, I could barely breathe. I wondered if it would forever feel like a physical part of me had been amputated—like a phantom limb that ached and ached. Please, come back to me.
Stars. All I could see was millions of stars—with one glowing brighter and bluer than the rest—and the air so cold, my breath froze to ice in my lungs. The journey took only seconds… or eons. Time held no meaning while floating through fathomless space. Assuming this was my reality now, I admired the sparkling amethysts and mauves surrounding me. The inky darkness felt like a weighted blanket—and I settled into the quiet that resonated deep in my tired bones. Beautiful.
Reaching out a shaking hand, I lightly trailed the back of my knuckles over his cheek, sharply inhaling as a jolt of electricity shot down my arm. Fuck… it feels so real…
Baltasar’s pretty amber eyes fluttered open, and I almost wept with how perfectly he scowled at me. “What’s this shit?” he grumbled, his voice raspy from sleep. “You gonna haunt me now? Nope. No fucking thank you. I’m closing my eyes and when I open them again, it better be morning, because I have too much to do tomorrow to be tired. So kindly fuck off ghost-Zion. I need my goddamn beauty sleep—”
I had no idea if my father made it out of the lab alive, but I also didn’t particularly care about him or my mom at the moment. They’d obviously seen me as their little science experiment, and I fully intended on taking them to task for their betrayal.
Wolfy suddenly cleared his throat, making me jump. “Excuse us for a moment. I’d like to discuss this with my family in private.” Okay, soooo… For a moment, I didn’t know if I was included in this private meeting. But when Wolfy and Simon rose and stalked from the room with Vi—who decisively slammed the door behind them—I got my answer.
“If your sister so much as breathes on my inventus, yours is as good as dead, Zion.” Wait, WHAT?! I tried to catch Wolfy’s eye, but his focus was on the only supe in the room he considered a threat. Just as I tried to process that my own brother would kill me for petty revenge, I felt Zion’s fingers move to wrap around my throat. Claws extended. “Maybe I’ll just preemptively kill him myself, Wolfgang,” the man I loved sneered at my murderous brother—handling me like I was nothing. “Then you wouldn’t have any leverage at all.” WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING?!
“Fine,” Zion replied, dragging his claws across my neck—drawing enough blood to make me flinch. Don’t… “No, don’t!”’ Wolfy lurched forward, his expression turning anguished as he involuntarily reached for me. Holy fuck. My brother just showed weakness in front of a rival heir.
Tricky asshole. He’s definitely groveling after this.
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.
SupeSports convinced us to do a ‘rivals to lovers’ special that ended with us getting married on the field in full gear.
In the meantime, my family decided to throw me a Big Gay Party—even if they tried to disguise it as Daisy’s West Coast birthday soirée. The rainbow “Congrats, UR Gay!” decor kind of gave it away.
Daisy was eating it up faster than she’d devoured her goth unicorn cake, but I put my foot down when Simon tried to bestow the razor-sharp knife as a gift. Not until she’s twelve, dude!
We’d soon have more Suarez offspring to spoil. Butch and Xander’s bestie, Kai, was officially carrying their baby boy as their surrogate.
“Jesus, you villains are jumpy,” Zion chuckled as he rose to stand. “I doubt an assassin would ring the doorbell.” That’s just what an assassin would want you to think!
“Oh, a party!” Ziggy cheerfully remarked, casually taking in the scene as if he hadn’t just arrived with a hostage. “What are we celebrating?” “My birthday!” Daisy smiled widely at our visitor, probably remembering how he’d shown up outside the lab and helped us escape. Although we still don’t know what he was doing there in the first place. “And that Balty finally realized he’s super gay for Zion,” Xander unhelpfully added.
“It became so repetitive, I debated cutting out his tongue,” Ziggy absently mused. Gross. “Cool,” Daisy whispered, earning her a proud chuckle from Simon.
Preek didn’t cancel the last Salah shipment from the lab… “Yes, that was the only truly useful thing he had to share,” Ziggy confirmed. “Apparently, a large shipment of Lacertus serum was sent here shortly before the lab was destroyed.” …he redirected it to Big City.
“Your traitor is now meeting his painful end in space. It will take a few minutes, but he’ll first experience boiling bodily fluids and severe asphyxiation as his internal organs rapidly expand, one by one.” “Awesome,” Daisy breathed, her now uncovered eyes fixed on Ziggy with open admiration. A true villain.
Ziggy was barely paying any attention to our on-paper clan leader as he unwisely approached Simon. “You should. Like recognizes like. And you’re like me. Well… half of you is, at least.” Mic drop.
