confesses, and there’s a spark of excitement in his eyes.
“I’m not sure how a pack link works, but I can do this with my Chosen. The runes that are now behind your ear, this is what they do. We can talk individually, or you can call on all of them and we’ll all be linked and able to talk at the same time.”
I release the magic in the runes on my head and activate the runes on my chest. “Can you feel what I’m feeling?” I ask. I watch his face as it scrunches up in confusion and then surprise.
“You feel relieved and tired…” Torrez tilts his head to the side in thought, and the corner of his mouth lifts up in a wry smile. “How are you horny right now?”
I shut the runes on my chest down, slamming the door on the connection. Torrez laughs.
“Like you said, I’m greedy,” I announce defensively, and he laughs even harder. I shake my head at him and fight the smile that wants to take over my face. “Don’t be jealous of my super powers,” I tell him, and he completely loses it. Tears spill out of his eyes and down his cheeks, and he’s so fucking beautiful in this moment, I almost can’t take it.
“Seriously, give me a cape, and I’d be legit as fuck,” I tell him.
“Edna says no capes,” he deadpans, and it’s my turn to crack up.
“Fine,” I announce through my laughter, “give me some knee high boots and an armored bikini. I’m pretty sure that’s what most female superheroes are allowed to wear these days anyway.”
“And then what do we call you?” he asks, wiping tears from his cheeks.
I think about it for a minute and then lose myself in hysterical laughter. After a couple minutes, I get myself under control enough to say, “You can call me The Greedy Vagina.” I crack up again, laughing so hard my cheeks and stomach hurt. “Watch out, world, here comes The Greedy Vagina and The Geriatric Wolf.”
Torrez throws his head back and bellows out his laughter, and I join him, not able to help it. “Worst…fucking…superhero…names…ever!” he pants between chortles of laughter.
“I know,” I agree. “I should never…be allowed…to name anything…ever again!”
Realization hits me, and I slap a hand to my forehead. “I am the worst mate ever!” I call on the runes for all of my Chosen behind my ear.
“Are you guys okay?”
“You’re a little late, Squeaks; we’ve all been recovering for a good forty minutes,” Ryker announces, and I instantly feel like shit.
“I’m so fucking sorry, you guys! I sort of passed out and woke up a little loopy,” I admit.
“It’s all good, Killer. It freaked the fuck out of Enoch, Kallan, and Nash, so totally worth it.” I laugh at the glee in Knox’s tone, but I feel bad for Kallan and the others. Watching all of my guys drop in pain for no reason would be scary as hell.
“So I take it the transference went okay with Torrez?” Bastien asks, and before I can answer that it did, Torrez speaks up.
“Yup, I’m officially part of the crew,” he announces, and my mind fills up with “welcomes” and “congratulations.” My soul feels like it’s practically glowing with the exchange, and I realize that even though I’ve been terrified to label the things that I’m feeling, it doesn’t change the fact that those feelings have taken root and are blooming on their own. This little flower doesn’t give a fuck if I want to look at it or not; it’s growing, regardless of my desire to acknowledge its existence.
“Everyone have new runes?” I double-check, needing to make sure that nothing is missing.
“We sure do. Everyone is connected to Torrez now, and what’s even better is that Enoch and his boys are still rocking the runes they had before, which further confirms that they’re not Chosen.” I can hear the relief and happiness in Valen’s voice, and I hope that this realization helps all of them get their heads in the game and has them spending less time worrying about shit that’s out of our control.
“Well, we’re going to, um…get dressed, and then we’ll head your way,” I tell them awkwardly. I know they don’t seem to care about which one of them I’m fucking, but it still feels weird to be so casual about it.
“You’re evil, Vinna, making all of us think about you naked right now,” Sabin mock-scolds.
I laugh. “Sorry, not sorry,” I tease and then instantly