growled playfully like he liked that, his hands curling around my waist as he tugged me closer.
"So is it still up the Werewolf's ass or has it moved house?" I asked and I was maybe taking one percent of glee at the idea of Ethan walking around the prison with a lumpy rock jammed up his butt for me. Although that really just proved the lengths he was willing to go to to hide his involvement with me which kinda soured my joy over it.
"It is currently keeping my manhood company in my boxers," he replied. "Feel free to retrieve it whenever you want."
“Really?” I asked, wondering if he was just trying to get me to feel around down there for it.
“Well, no, the Werewolf in question seemed to want to get the credit for stealing it even though I was the mastermind behind the operation. But there’s another surprise hiding down there you might like to check out?”
My gaze dropped to his crotch and I grinned at him before shrugging and turning back to my tray.
"Maybe later," I said casually as I dragged the brown plastic along the little metal rails towards the food hatch where the Lunar Wolves had laid out tonight's offerings.
Before I could make my choices on what I wanted to eat, Sin leaned around me and started pointing out all of the different options so that the dude working behind the counter had to rush to plate everything up. When both mine and Sin's trays were piled high, we moved along to the end of the row where the drinks and puddings sat waiting for us to grab for ourselves.
I grabbed a cup and moved to fill it with water, but Sin snatched it from me and placed it on top of the serving counter instead. He whistled sharply to catch the attention of one of the guys working back in the kitchen then held two fingers up to him.
I frowned up at Sin curiously and he smirked at me. "Only the best for my wild girl. I may not be able to take you out on the town, but I sure as hell am gonna make sure you have something good to drink.”
My confusion turned to excitement as the guy Sin had called over appeared with two cups of clear liquid that most definitely wasn't water and handed them over.
"Bottoms up, gorgeous," Sin commanded, tossing me a wink before downing the full cup.
The acrid scent of the alcohol almost burned my nose as I lifted my own cup to my mouth, but I sure as hell wasn't going to back down to his challenge.
The vodka burned all the way down before settling in my gut with enough weight to make me fairly certain I'd be feeling the effects of it before long.
"Again, garçon," Sin commanded and the provider of our beverages grumbled before re-filling our cups.
Sin placed them on our trays alongside four pots of pudding and four pots of fruit each and then grabbed both trays and led the way over to his usual table. If anyone had an issue with him taking way more than the allocated amount of food, then they definitely weren't saying anything about it and that was kinda hot in its own right. Who didn't like a guy who was so fucking terrifying that they just did whatever the fuck they wanted and no one dared complain?
"Look at you playing the gentleFae," I teased as I took a seat opposite him and he smirked at me.
"I can promise you I don't fuck like one," he growled in a tone that totally carried but I didn't care.
I smirked at him and peeled open my fruit pot as I started work on devouring my grapes.
"What would you eat if we weren't in here?" I asked him. "Like dream meal. Favourite thing in the world."
Sin made a low hum in the back of his throat as he considered it while shovelling his food into his mouth like he expected to run out at any moment. "I like chocolate brownies dipped in hot sauce."
"Seriously?" I asked with a laugh.
"Yeah. Don't knock it 'til you try it. I mean, I'd take hot sauce on just about anything at this point. Is it really so hard for them to put a few spices in the food?"
"Maybe it's just another form of torture. They want to deny us every small pleasure they can manage."
"Well, there's one form of pleasure they can't steal from us," Sin