Wilhem sees in her. She must be good in bed.”
I glanced over at the consort, still clinging to Wilhem like he would disappear if she let go. Maybe he would. If he left her behind, I’d remove all of his limbs. Of course, they’d grow back, but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with a whiny pain in the ass. “I’m gonna lay down a hundred bucks she’s all missionary and squeaks like a mouse during sex.”
Anastasia nodded and chuckled. “I’ll raise you a hundred and say she likes the lights off.”
“I’d take that bet, except, I really don’t want to know if either of us is correct,” I told her. “Do you?”
“Hell to the no,” she said with a slight gag. “In fact, the visual is so disturbing, I think I need a shower.”
Our conversation was cut short when Ethan glanced over at us with a raised brow. Whoops. I always forgot how well Vamps could hear. Leaning over, I kissed his cheek. “Your sister rocks.”
“Yes, she does,” he agreed, then turned his focus back to his loyal subjects.
Lord Wrangler Tough Skins didn’t utter a single word the entire time. He stood next to the dais with his arms folded over his broad chest and eyed the crowd menacingly. He completely ignored the guests of honor. His rudeness was expected yet made him all the more mysterious. Especially to the ladies.
For having an issue with Demons, ole Catriona couldn’t seem to take her eyes off my brother.
“How much longer?” Anastasia whispered to Ethan as Vampyre after Vampyre approached the throne to bow and pay their respects.
“I will end the reception shortly,” Ethan promised, much to my relief.
I kept shifting in my throne to make sure my butt wasn’t glued to it. With the Zombie part of my dream coming to fruition, I had no idea what else was in store.
“Uncomfortable?” Anastasia inquired with a lopsided grin that reminded me of Ethan.
“Just making sure my ass doesn’t become one with the velvet,” I explained.
“Is that a joke?” she asked.
“I wish,” I muttered, then changed the subject. “So, do you have a kangaroo or a koala?”
“For the love of everything stereotypical, did you really just ask that?” Levi inquired in my mind.
I was going to kick his ass so hard later. Terrified that I would answer him while I was chatting with Anastasia, I tried to block him out. Sadly, my brother was as loud as I was. The DNA was strong.
“Shut your cakehole,” I hissed. “If you fuck me up, I will shave your head while you sleep.”
“I don’t sleep,” Levi informed me with a chuckle. “But five points for creativity.”
Anastasia observed me curiously for a moment and then shrugged. “Nope. No kangaroos. No koalas and no accent,” she said. “However, if you’d like to visit Australia, you’ll find all of that and more in my Dominion.”
“Sorry,” I said with a sheepish grin. “That was an incredibly lame question. I’ve just never seen a real kangaroo.”
“Seriously?” Levi shouted in my head. “You were human not even a few years ago. Have you never been to a damn zoo?”
“Of course, I’ve been to the zoo, you sphincter lizard,” I snapped, then slapped my hand over my mouth. “Fuck. I said that out loud.”
Anastasia nodded and grinned. “You most certainly did. I’m going to hazard a guess that you’re mind chatting with the heinously named Demon to my left?”
I grimaced and doubled down on my threat to get Levi back. “Yes. Lord Wrangler Tough Skins will be stripping shortly. When I hired him, I was led to believe he was well hung, but…”
“Enough!” Levi yelled. “You won. Do not start waxing poetic about my dick or insulting it.”
Anastasia looked over at Levi, who simply glared back at her. She raised a perfectly plucked brow and blew him a kiss. He returned the greeting with a raised middle finger. The beautiful Vamp threw her head back and laughed. Levi grunted in disgust and went back to ignoring us.
“Don’t think he’ll be talking in your head any more this evening,” Anastasia said. “I think discussing his dong size hurt his little feelings… or hurt his little dong.”
“It’s enormous,” Levi huffed. “I’m done here. There’s only so much ridicule my dick can take.”
“You started it,” I reminded him as he strode across the Grand Ballroom toward the foyer. Many lustful female eyes followed his departure. “Talk shit. Get hit.”
“Yep, I’m aware of that, and you stole my line, Princess.”
“Dude,” I called after him. “Turnabout