The Complete Kit Davenport Series

by Tate James

“Fuck, I think I love you.” I groaned, eyeing up the cheese-filled masterpiece. River made an odd noise, and I frowned at him. “I’m talking to the sandwich, you narcissist.”

“Well that is just...” Actually pretty accurate; I did seem to attract disasters. “...rude.”

“Oh gosh, sorry, where are my manners today?” I rolled my eyes, “Guys, Director Pierre is also my dad, Jonathan Davenport. Good old secret identities, hey, Daddy-O?”

Because she may be our Kit, but she was my Vixen. And no one fucks with what’s mine.

I don't know why you're so hot. Maybe it's the bad boy thing you have going on? Or the whole two percent body fat situation that I am sure you have spent too much time in the gym to achieve. You've got pretty great hair, I guess. I don't usually go for the longer hair on guys, but you pull it off well. I think it's your eyes I like the most though.”

“Oh fuck, I think I love you.” Reaching for the massive burger which had been placed in front of me, I snorted a quick laugh at the shocked expressions on the guys’ faces. “She means the burger,” River muttered. “She's pulled that line before.”

“Did you just call me dramatic? I was just told to fight to the fucking death”—she paused for dramatic effect; the irony was not lost on me—“with a goddamn, motherfucking werewolf. Who, I might add, is batshit crazy. But I must be the one being dramatic?”

“Come back to me, baby. You're supposed to be immortal, remember?

This fucking girl. She had been nothing but goddamn trouble and heartache since the day she’d stepped into our lives, but fuck if I hadn't loved every second of it.

Even half-dead as she was, she managed to sound sarcastic. Such an admirable talent.

A warm breeze ruffled my blood-crusted hair, and a weird chirping noise came from Vali’s reptile throat. He was chuckling. Fucking psycho.

“Fuck me, I feel like I'm talking to Lassie,”

“Oh dear. Don’t tell me Dragă’s daddy is going to bitch slap the lot of you.”

“Babe, you feel... incredible. Like you were made for me. Us. Fuck, why is the idea of sharing you such a goddamn turn on?”

“Did you just call a badass, dragon shifter, ex-fighter, secret agent, cute?”

“Vali,” I groaned. “Why do I get the feeling that when you say cleaning house you really mean you’ve been killing people and leaving them in shallow graves somewhere in the Nevada desert?” “Beautiful, you watch too many movies. I would never bury my own victims.” He looked down at me with a dead serious set to his face but a mischievous glint in his familiar, granite eyes.

“I can’t decide,” he finally ground out, “if you’re the most twisted bitch I’ve ever met or just the hardest to please.”

“Ugh, you ass fuck, you couldn’t have been more gentle?” “I love when you thank me for things,”

“Jesus Christ do you ever shut up?” I groaned, taking matters into my own hands and kissing him hard, putting his sassy fucking mouth to better use

“One of you two overgrown lizards better start talking, and fast ,before I lose my fucking shit over here,” I warned them,

“Maybe because they’re scaly and slimy and venomous and have no arms or legs or ears! Kitty Kat... they have no ears!”

“Yeah, okay. That’s one way to do it,” I agreed, settling myself onto the space between Cole’s wings, my legs on either side of his neck. “I suppose I just, um…” I looked around, then finally decided on two large spikes on his neck as my hand holds. “Okay, I’m good. Giddyup!” Cole’s head turned slightly to look back at me at this, and Vali’s scaly head shook back and forth with little sparks flickering from his nostrils. “Nope?” I corrected. “Not giddyup? I’ll keep my mouth shut, shall I?” The dragons didn’t wait for me to babble anymore, just spread their wings and beat them several times, carrying us up into the air.

“Scars are the tale of the road we have traveled.” And the loves we’d lost.

“It was my mother’s engagement ring. Obviously traditional marriage is sort of redundant when we are all bonded to you through magic, but I have been obsessing over giving you this for months. Will you accept it? And know that magic or not, I belong to you. Heart and soul for however long we have left, be that one week or one millennia.”

Holy fucking shit. Is it possible to die from over-climaxing? If so... fucking sign me the hell up!

For my part, I was super-mature and let the whole thing slide. Kidding, I totally flipped him off and grinned my victory.