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That type of magic is not for me or for anyone who happens to have these pesky things called morals." Thank fuck I don't have those weighing me down anymore.
“It’s just kind of small,”
“That’s what Maven’s gonna say when you finally whip out your—” “Shut the fuck up, dragon.”
If we can avoid my curse, nothing is going to stop me from finally fucking belonging to you." Too late. He's already mine, whether he's prepared to accept it or not.
"Awkward, isn't it? I'm trying to figure out which one is the baby daddy."
My guys stare at me until Baelfire sighs heavily. "We need to get you into therapy, Boo." Weird take after I just shared one of my most nostalgic memories.
How can I know for sure? Can you lie telepathically? His gaze alights with curiosity. Let's find out. Ask me an obvious question. All right. What am I? The love of my life. Oh, fuck. I was not prepared for the intimate intensity in his beautiful ruby irises. And him dropping the L-word like that, completely straight-faced and unflinching?
"Holy shit, I love your laugh. Just love everything about you." Mayday, mayday—that word is being tossed around way too fucking much tonight. It makes my chest tight, and my stomach twists into knots.
"Yes. As in, gohfuck yourself, you loose-lipped lizard."
"We're gonna be seeing each other's dicks the rest of our lives. Get over it before you make it weird for everyone." He slams the door. Silas rubs his temple. "You've already made it weird for everyone, Bael. So incredibly fucking weird."
Gods. They're all so jealous and over the top, it’s damn near toxic. I love it.
“They’ve always said lonely people are the easiest to make useful.”
It’s sweet, but I want to kick their asses for teasing me so much about this. Talking about feelings is one of the purest forms of torture. How do they not get that?
“What the hell is wrong with you?” “How much time do you have?”
a book-horny nuisance,
“I hate technology.” “You know, somehow, I think it hates you more.
“That’s my good boy,” I murmur just for him. Baelfire braces himself on his knees like he’s trying to contain himself. “Fuck. You’re so mean. Please don’t ever stop.”
I flip the knife smoothly to slice across the side of Eisha’s face, leaving a long cut that begins oozing black blood immediately. She rears back with a snarl, cupping the new injury that will definitely leave a haggard scar. “Don’t look at him again,” I warn her, letting my voice drop to deadly levels. “And if you make one more passing remark about any of my men, I will cut those horns off of your fucking head and strangle you with your own spine.”
“Aww,” Bael coos behind me. “Did you guys hear that? Her men. I love when she gets all murderous and sappy.” A searing glare quickly replaces his happy grin as he looks back at Eisha. “But to be clear, my mate will absolutely fuck you up, so keep your beady little eyes off the merchandise.”
“Though not nearly as much as we love you,” Everett tacks on with a sly smirk. “Cut it out,” my mate grumbles. “Just say you’ll burn the world for me or some shit like that.”
“You’re just going to drop the stupid L-word again to watch me squirm.” Gods, my mate is so fucking adorable.
“You guys should go inside. My dragon is territorial and fussy right now.”
“Hold the fucking phone—is Snowflake kinky?”
“These are your gods-selected matches? My gods, these poor men.”
