Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,68
I figured I'd ask for the update, even though none of them really knew how he was doing because he'd been traveling nonstop to figure out a way to get me out of this mess.
I felt bad for bringing stress to him. I was an adult and should be able to get myself out of a situation like this, yet I was trapped, so there wasn't much choice but to accept any help I could.
"He just came back from Ireland, apparently. He's taking today and tomorrow off because he was beginning to get a cold."
I frowned at the news. Tristan walked over to me so he could lean down and kiss me gently. "He's fine. It's most likely exertion. Traveling is hard, especially when Everett loves doing it in his bear form and not on a plane. If it wasn't for Otis's nagging, I'm sure he would have walked all the way to Ireland like it's an easy trip."
"How would he cross the ocean?"
"Supernaturals have special boat rides available and in some cases, other supernaturals will shift and provide transportation services."
"Sometimes I envy the limitless opportunities you guys have." My confession was like the squeak of a mouse.
Tristan held my chin, lifting it up so my eyes met his.
"You're special, Cass. Being a supernatural has many perks, but it has many downsides too. We have to train ourselves to be more human-like, or the power we carry would influence our actions and thoughts, and, well...we'd all be like Otis."
I quietly giggled. "Imagine how much money therapists would make from all the angry supernaturals in the world. In fact, they would probably add to the irritation and we'd all go ballistic."
"War would never end." Tristan smiled and stroked my cheek. "Don't stress, all right? I'll be safe, and soon enough, you'll be out of this place. Can't let you do any more of that mine work nonsense. I actually broke a nail."
"You're kinda hot as a girl, though." I winked.
His cheeks actually burned red at the compliment. "I'm not sure how to respond to that."
"You make me question if I'm bi-curious."
"Is that even a term?" Tristan inquired.
My smile widened, and I lifted my arms out, waiting for a hug. "I'm not sure. I think I'm only intrigued because seeing you as a girl is a bit of a mind fuck...and hot."
"That's something we should explore one day," he replied before his arms wrapped around me, hugging me tightly. "For now, I'll enjoy having a cock, thanks."
"Having a pussy isn't bad at all, is it?"
"Not unless I get a period. I’m not dealing with any hormonal nonsense."
"Would you actually get one?!" Now I was interested
"No," he grumbled and pulled back to see the dull sadness in my eyes. "Why do you actually look disappointed? It's like you want me to suffer."
"I do," I replied. "Then when I'm on my period, y'all will be NICE and not savage assholes who deserve a beating."
"We're totally nice to you!"
"Yeah, right!" I huffed. "When I get my period, you guys just love to test every ounce of my patience."
"Facts," Tristan agreed. "But! You get yours like once every four months."
"Thanks to this implant. What's going to happen if I get it in here? Actually..." I trailed off to think about it. "Aww, fuck. I'm screwed."
"In what way? Screwed as in you want to be screwed, or that you're screwed in the head? Better yet—OOF!"
I elbowed him before he could continue.
"Go away. I'm tired."
"Aww." He gave me a sheepish smile. "Don't be cold to me, my Princess. You're going to hurt my poor wounded heart."
"Your heart was perfectly fine last night," I reminded him about the steamy evening we'd experienced yesterday. It could have been another reason why my body was aching this morning, which only got worse when we found out it was mine day.
"That's different," he tried to reason with me. "The heart is always ready when it comes to being a little freaky between the sheets."
"Sure." I smiled and yawned again.
"You're really tired." He ran his hands through my long locks, lifting my head up to give me a passionate kiss that made tingles run through me. "Go to sleep. When I come back, I'll try not to disturb you."
"I want cuddles," I said, trying to remind him of his demands for cuddles a few days ago.
"With me or Tristana?"
"Bit of both? Maybe Tristana first to avoid morning guard issues, but Tristan after," I encouraged.