grunt of frustration was answer enough and I growled in irritation before shoving him back against one of the shelves.
"Tell me, pretty boy, are you glad the moon chose me for you? Or do you want me to try and break this bond between us?" I asked in a deadly purr, not giving a single piece of my own feelings on the subject away.
"I want you," he growled instantly, no sign of any hesitation in his tone. I didn’t want to admit how fucking good it felt to hear him say it so simply, so honestly, but shit, I think if he’d told me he wanted me to break the bond I would have just fallen apart over it.
"Okay. Then do you want to come with me when I go back to my family?"
Ethan flinched like that idea physically hurt him. "To the heart of the Oscura Clan? Shall I just spit on my family's graves while I'm at it?"
"Perhaps. Were they particularly nasty bastardos? If you have reason to hate them then spit away."
"You know that's not what I meant."
"Enlighten me then," I suggested.
Ethan worked his jaw, glaring at me as I pressed my hand over his thundering heart and looked into his blue eyes.
"You want me to just turn my back on my family?" he asked in a defeated sounding voice.
"No. I just want you to stop hating mine for no reason."
"The Storm Dragon hates me. You do know I was at Aurora Academy with him, don't you? I was there when Ryder..."
"This isn't about what happened to Ryder," I growled. "And believe me, Dante doesn't hate you. I doubt he even remembers you. Sorry, stronzo, but he's too busy to hold a grudge against some Lunar motherfucker who got himself carted off to Darkmore. You're not even a player on the board anymore. And even if you were, even if you were the worst of the worst, he loves me. If I tell him that you're mine and I'm yours then he won't stand in our way."
"You would tell him that? Just like that?" he asked in disbelief.
I scoffed at the way he was looking at me like he actually doubted the sway I had in my Clan.
"You've been out of the loop a long time, pretty boy. There isn't just one Alpha running the Oscura Clan anymore - there's two. Dante doesn't question me. He loves me. So that's my offer. Come with me when we run and tell the world I met my match in you. Or don't, and I’ll make whatever bargain with the moon that I have to to cut the cord that binds us. Because an equal of mine is afraid of nothing and no one so if you want me, it's time for you to stand up and claim me."
I pushed away from him and left him there to think about that. I was done waiting around for him to figure out what he wanted. Time was ticking and we were either walking out of here together or I'd be leaving him somewhere in the wilderness and never looking back.
I t was the day before the escape was going down and I was psyched. Like a polar bear with a ticket to nowhere, I was ready to ride. And as I sailed up in an elevator towards the Order Yard, I knew exactly what Order I was going to shift into first. I'd spent a few years in my youth actively picking up the desires of any and every Fae I could get close to. And when you headed to famous Orderality clubs like the Black Hole in Alestria, or the Dirty Venus in Daylight City, an Incubus could detect all kinds of weird and wonderful desires from anyone lusting over Fae in their Order forms. So nowadays, I could shift into pretty much any Order and a bunch of cross-Orders like fluffy Dragons, pocket sized Pegasuses and Basilisks that looked like giant cocks. All the family favourites.
But today I was going to embody that polar bear with a ticket to nowhere. I stepped out of the elevator and tore off my jumpsuit as I went, tossing it behind me with a wild laugh before dropping my boxers, my dick slapping between my legs as I went. Then I leapt forward, the shift rippling through my flesh, my body doubling then tripling, quadrupling, five-doopling in size until I was a massive ass Polar Bear Shifter, roaring in the face of a