Flor's Fiasco (Icehome, #16)

by Ruby Dixon

I’rec that I just deflowered in the snow like a shameless hussy.

I choke on the bite in my mouth. Jesus Christ.

A little extra pussy-licking never hurt anyone.

“He is a friend,” I tell the male. “And a fellow tater.” F’lor tilts her head at me. “A what?” “A fighting tater,” I explain. “Like T’rand and V’dis.” Her shoulders shake and I do not understand why her face gets red.

“It is because you love me and you carry my kit.” I slide closer and press a kiss to her brow. “You want to spend your nights in my furs and your days at my side.” I kiss her nose. “You love my cock. You love my spur. You love my tongue.” “The rest of you is kind of annoying,” she mutters, but she loops one arm around my neck and brushes her lips against mine. “But as long as you’re sure.”

I’ve always considered myself a happy person, but with I’rec, I feel like I’m bubbling over with joy. Like I’ve got so much inside me I’m about to start shitting rainbows and glitter.

She wishes for a ding-ding feast to honor our mating—” “A wedding feast,” Leezh corrects, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Leezh says, turning to her mate. “I totally want to do this now. Just to get him to keep saying it’s a ding-ding feast.” She gasps and puts her hands to her mouth. “Oh my god, I just realized the taters will be at the ding-ding feast. This might be the greatest day of my life.”

“Taters,” I mumble, feeling foolish. But it is for my F’lor, and I would do anything for her, even tolerate Leezh as she hoots with joy.

“I am carrying my ride to her ding-ding feast.” I frown to myself as I stride across the sands. “I am sure I said that wrong. Do not tell Leezh.”