Before I can respond, I’m scooped up in his arms again and he’s stalking away. “Party tonight to celebrate our new lounge members and my mating with Sinclair,” he calls out, and whoops and catcalls sound out all around us. “Now, I’m going to take care of my mate.”
“You’re so hot right now,” I purr as I run a finger over his pec.
He cocks a brow at me, but I see his blue and green hair begin to glow. “Sinclair. You’re torn the fuck up from your mother’s claws, and you’re beat to hell from your landing. How the hell can you be turned on right now?” he says with exasperation as he walks us toward his car to drive us back to our mansion.
“Uhh, duh. You’re naked from shifting, and you went all wise and benevolent alpha in front of everyone. It was totally sexy.”
He rolls his eyes, but amusement dances over his expression. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Hopefully take me into a dark room and have your wise and benevolent way with me,” I quip.
“I’ll be giving you a bath, after which you’ll be tended to by a healer, and then you’ll be resting for the remainder of the day until the party.”
My bottom lip sticks out as he yanks open the car door and places me gently on the seat before shutting me in. “But somewhere between all of that, I’m getting orgasms, right?” I holler as he walks around the hood to get in on the other side. He still hasn’t answered by the time he starts up the car and begins to drive away. “Right?” I demand.
He puts a hand on my thigh and squeezes. “You’re injured,” he points out.
“You’re naked,” I fire back. “Also, your cockatrice? Fucking epic. My cockatrice wants to tail flick all over him.”
His hair glows to epic levels of glowiness, making me trill in excitement. “I love your colors,” I sigh dreamily.
“You’re looking at my cock,” he says drily.
My eyes lift from his lap. “Yeah, so? It has nice lighting on it right now from your hair glow.”
He chuckles as his hands shift over the steering wheel. “How’d I end up with such a perfect mate?”
I smile, because I was thinking the exact same thing. “Prison. Apparently, all the awesome people are in prison,” I say with a playful shrug. “I met this hot prison guard in there, and it worked out for me.”
He snorts. “How convenient for you.”
“Yep. Now let’s go play convicts and captors. Naked,” I say, wagging my brows.
“You need a bath and a healer,” he counters.
“Ugh, Rook, don’t get stingy on me now,” I whine.
He gives me the alpha eyes that radiate what I say goes.
“Fine,” I relent. “I’ll take a bath...but you have to take it with me.”
“Done,” he agrees. So easy.
“Ooh, we can totally play hide the submarine,” I announce with a clap. When he doesn’t reply, I spell it out for him, thinking maybe he doesn’t know this game. “You know, hide the submarine? The submarine would be your dick. And it would be hiding in my pus—”
“I got it,” he drawls with a smirk before reaching over to lace his fingers with mine. In a tender move, he brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “I love you, Sunrise.”
“Love you, Glow Worm,” I chirp back, a smile overtaking my face.
Who knew prison would be the best thing to ever happen to me? Me, actually. I totally called it.
Best idea ever.
Epilogue
Three months later
I’m dead asleep, drooling into a silk pillow and living my best life when a rooster crows loudly enough to make me jolt awake. I sit up so fast my head spins. Disheveled and out of it, I swipe my hair away from my face just as another cock-a-doodle-fuckin-doo sounds out.
With a squeal, I slam my hands over my ears and glare over at the wide-open doors. The whole damn wall is made up of accordion-style sliding doors that lead to a massive balcony. A balcony where my mate and fearless lounge leader is currently perched, making that god-awful sound in all his cockatrice glory.
I glare at him. I’m not even distracted by his super pretty green and blue comb on the top of his head or the matching feathers at the end of his long tail right now. It’s too early for this shit.
“You asshole, the sun isn’t even up yet!” I tell him crankily.