“Well, just the guy I’m dying to meet.” Leah plunked her tray down beside Riggs. When she dropped her personage on the chair, she managed to rub her entire body up against him.
She was clad only in her velvety Selkie fur. I gritted my teeth against the surge of rage.
He does not belong to you,Caliel muttered.
I reminded myself of that as she leaned into him. “I’m Leah. I’m a Selkie.”
Riggs eyed her. “I know. We met at the volcano, remember?”
“Not officially,” she protested, pushing an ample breast against his arm. “And not in any way that counts.”
In mid-chew, Adilyn feigned barfing. I didn’t look, but I was sure she was rolling her eyes. As Leah’s hand disappeared beneath the table, I contemplated drawing Riggs’s sword.
The urge increased when he flinched, confirming my suspicions about the location of Leah’s gropage.
“Well, now that we’ve officially met,” Riggs said in a surprisingly calm voice, “I feel obligated to point out, as teammates, some things are off limits. That being one of them.”
Leah gazed up at him through lowered lashes. “Are you sure? Most men would die to be with me.”
Riggs raised a brow. “I’m sure many have. But not me.”
Leah pouted in a spectacular fashion—her lower lip formed a ledge that a Phoenix could perch upon.
“Did you strike out, my little seal?” Nar set his tray down on her other side and had accurately interpreted her expression.
Adilyn snorted. “She’s just upset that Mr. Big here is more interested in dinner than her. Wise man.”
“Well, your description is bang on.” Leah sighed and moved her breast off Riggs’s arm. “The males on this team are soboring.”
Nar’s gaze drifted over us as he sat down. “Have you guys heard the news? The Dragon Matriarch, her daughters, and two of her grandsons died in a horrible fire last night.”
Riggs suddenly seemed very focused on the meatroll he lifted off his tray, but Adilyn spoke from beside me with shock in her voice. “Dragons died in a fire? How is that even possible?”
Leah had obviously also heard the news, and I marveled that she’d led with seducing Riggs over mentioning it. She shrugged. “Don’t know. But everyone is talking about it.”
“That’s terrible,” I stated, and the horrors of what we’d witnessed added appropriate emotion to my voice.
“The Empire was a mess before this,” Adilyn commented. “The Matriarch was well known as the voice of reason. The fallout from this could be bad.”
The possible degradation of the Dragon Empire had little visible impact on Leah and Nar, who had already lost interest. Nar had pulled something out of his pocket—it was an armlet.
“What do you think?” he asked Leah, sliding it onto his bicep. Where it slipped to his elbow. Whoever it had been designed for was much more muscular than him.
Leah’s expression was odd—almost troubled. She leaned close to him, and I barely heard her whisper, “I think you should put it back.”
His eyes flashed to me, and he put the armlet away again, before pulling Leah into his lap and feeding her a meatroll. Seemingly reassured, she sucked on his fingers, and his eyes lit up.
Riggs chewed as he stared at Leah. His gaze dropped to Nar’s free hand, which was on her breast. Then they drifted to me, with questions in his eyes.
“Nar and Leah are mates,” I explained.
When his confusion only deepened, Adilyn added, “But Leah likes to boink other people. And Nar likes to watch.”
Riggs choked on his mouthful.
“Need a back pound?” Leah offered.
He waved her off, and then swallowed with effort.
