ask as I watch Alder get into the spray, the cold temperature evident when he hisses out a breath through gritted teeth and quickly washes off.
“I’m washing up in here while you wash up in there,” he answers while he quickly scrubs. “Otherwise, I’d want to take you again, and you need your rest.”
“I’m actually just fine,” I say, tryin’ to perk up and ready myself, but the yawn that comes out of me doesn’t really help my argument.
“Sure you are,” Flint says with a smirk, and I look over to see that he’s put a pair of sweatpants on, and lemme tell you, he is wearin’ the hell out of those things.
He kneels down beside me and picks up a washcloth. I take it with a small smile and gently wash my delicate bits, and then he helps me out, drainin’ the bath while Alder jumps out of his cold shower. My wings and hair are soaked, but Flint leads me over to the counter, liftin’ me up on top of it and then holding up a blow dryer I didn’t even notice until this moment.
My lips curve into a smile. “You found me a blow dryer?”
He nods and plugs it in. “Rafferty was all too happy to accommodate my request,” he says smugly.
I snort. “I’m sure,” I say, jabbin’ a finger into his side playfully, just wantin’ an excuse to touch him. “You threw a bigger hissy fit than a baptized cat. He’s probably gonna be bendin’ over backward to help you now.”
He grins. “Exactly.”
I laugh as he flicks the button on, and then he proceeds to blast me with hot air for the next half hour. By the time I’m finally snuggled in bed—with clean sheets and missin’ petals—I’m dry but exhausted. But when Alder and Flint sandwich me between them? I fall into a fast sleep, not once havin’ bad dreams about the camo-demons who attacked, or Morax’s face in the club, or Mickey lashin’ out with his demonic branches. It’s like Flint and Alder chase away all of the bad things, leavin’ me feelin’ safe, cherished, completely sated, and exactly where I’m meant to be.
I guess that’s what mates do.
27
“You what?” I ask on a shocked giggle.
I cover my mouth from the surprise of what Flint just told me, and also to block my mornin’ breath from assaultin’ anyone as I lie in bed between my demons.
“He had it coming. He thought he could steal and get away with it. We had to show him that wasn’t the case at all,” Alder answers evenly, a sly glint to his gaze.
His lavender thumb draws a little circle over my hip, while Flint has our laced fingers up by his face, rubbin’ my knuckles over his smooth jaw and lips as we lie in post-coital bliss.
Mornin’ sex is the best. Then again, I said that about last night’s sex too, before I passed out like some frat boy who couldn’t handle his liquor. But this is nice. Just bein’ with the two of them. I was waitin’ on pins and needles for them to shit or get off the pot about wantin’ me once and for all, and now that they did...I can breathe.
Mate.
They whisper it to me every chance they get. With open mouths against my neck. With murmured voices as they nibble my lip. With a groan as they arch my back and grip my hips. I’m their mate and they’re mine, and now that they aren’t holdin’ back, they’re showin’ me exactly what that means and remindin’ me every moment they can. And I love it.
“So you sprinkled somethin’ on him that made his dick shrink?” I ask, still starin’ at Alder in shock.
He shrugs. “He was always an arrogant prick. I thought that would hit him the hardest—aside from revoking his clearance to be in this realm, which we did later after we had some fun.”
“Did he figure out you were doin’ it to him?” I ask on a laugh.
“Not exactly, but before we sent him back through the gate to answer for what he’d been doing, I told him if he’d apologize, I’d reverse it,” Alder tells me.
Flint cracks up, his muscles bunchin’ under my back where I’m leanin’ against him horizontally, my legs slung over Alder’s waist. The vibrations of his laughter feel good against me, and I have the sudden desire to see what his smiles and laughter taste like.
“You should have seen his face when Alder told him that.