are shoving all up in his face, but he doesn’t complain. Finally, when it feels like I’m capable of speech again, I turn on his lap, sitting sideways.
“That was…”
“Infuckingcredible,” he finishes, placing a possessive kiss on my lips.
And I smile because really, I couldn’t have said it better myself.
41
Once we’re done in the tub, Ire gives me some comfortable clothes to wear. The pants are like the Hell equivalent of sweatpants, though they fit a little loose on me, and they cover my toes. He also brought me a strapless top that he helps me button up at the front.
Both the top and bottoms are black with some red threading, and in the baggy clothing, I realize just how much weight I’ve lost from the inconsistent and paltry meals I got in the dungeon. I knew my face was thinner than it used to be, but everything has taken more of a toll on my body. I’m looking forward to getting more of my curves back and eating as much as possible.
“Getting dressed with wings all the time is going to be a pain,” I tell him as he finishes buttoning me up while I brush through the last of the tangles in my hair. We’re in his bedroom in front of his fireplace. It was already lit when we came out of the bathroom, and the flames have nearly dried our wings and hair all the way through.
“I’ll help you until you’re used to it,” Ire tells me, his ginger wings flaring out slightly behind him before pulling back against him. “I’ll also help you to undress as well,” he says with a smirk.
I snort and set the black brush down on the mantel. “So generous of you.”
He shrugs and clasps his hand on my arm to start tugging. “I think you’ll find that I can be a very generous mate. An asshole, but a generous one.”
I laugh. “I think I can handle that.”
Ire leads me out of the bedroom and down the hall, all the way back to the living room area, where we find Toreon and Vudu already waiting. As soon as I walk through the doorway, they both spring up from the couch in greeting.
I blink at the formality. As I look between the two of them, it’s obvious that they’ve talked, but they’re still not altogether comfortable here. Vudu said it would take time, and I can’t blame them. They’re in a strange place, and Ire is a stranger, and let’s be honest, I’m not that far off.
They’ve cleaned up and changed clothes though, and I can tell that at least they feel a little bit better as far as that’s concerned. Though, just like me, it’s clear that the borrowed clothes don’t quite fit.
Toreon is a little too tall for his dark gray pants, though the matching shirt is pretty good, the sleeves rolled up to show off his toned green forearms. It’s nice to no longer see him in chains and ragged clothing. He has an uncanny ability to become even more devastatingly handsome every time I see him. His long black hair is clean and shiny, pulled back in a low ponytail, and his jaw’s freshly shaved. He’s barefoot, which gives me a little hope that he’s at least comfortable enough to walk around without shoes. That’s got to count for something, right?
My eyes move to Vudu, and his clothing, well, it’s a skosh past snug. What I suspect was a shirt has now been ripped into an open-chested vest. He notices my eyes taking in the frayed threads, and he shrugs his massive shoulders. “Had to rip the sleeves off,” he says, and I smile because he’s so cute right now, all hulked out in clothes that don’t fit, and I’m getting a great view of his gray muscles.
Toreon snorts and looks over at his friend and protector. “Even with the front and the sleeves ripped, the big bastard still needed help getting the thing on with his wings,” he says with a shit-eating smirk.
Vudu reaches over and punches him in the arm, making Toreon laugh through a groan. “Ouch. You’re supposed to fucking protect me.”
“From others,” Vudu deadpans. “I can beat the shit out of you if I feel like it.”
Toreon rolls his eyes as he rubs his arm, but I don’t miss the amusement in both of their faces. I’m pretty sure them giving each other shit and throwing punches is their bromance love language. Guys are weird like