Soft. Soft. Soft.I repeated it over and over. I would be gentle with my Don.
He pulled back. “Not right now.”
I snorted and tears started to form in my eyes. Why didn’t he understand? I wanted to make him happy. He was mine. I would take care of him. I would. I sniffed, and Don made a distressed noise in the back of his throat.
“Is he crying?” Mindy asked while Teddy complained about being hot. “No, keep your undershorts on.”
“He’s crying,” Caleb yelled. “What did you do to him?”
Sobs tore out of my mouth, and I held Don. I didn’t want to share him. I wanted to take care of him. Why was he rejecting me? Was I not good enough? Was I too damaged? Was I too dirty?
“Nothing,” Fyn said. “I promise, Little Soul. I touched Dontilvynsan’s hair, and Vince slapped my hand away.”
Caleb hissed. “Are you alright?”
“It didn’t hurt. Vince was making a point. He doesn’t want me to touch Dontilvynsan.”
“Oh,” Caleb said. “Why is Teddy naked?”
“I’m not sure,” Fyn replied. “Something about being uncomfortable. Who knows with humans?”
Caleb smacked Fyn’s arm, but Fyn smirked at his mate, taking his tail.
There was shuffling, and Teddy groaned, “I don’t want them. It’s hot.”
“I can’t take you back to our room with your butt showing.”
“It’s a nice ass,” Caleb teased, and Mindy growled. “What? It is. I’m gay. I know my asses. I’m an ass man, and Teddy has a nice ass. Not as nice as Seth’s, but it’s nice. I could rank everyone’s asses. That might be fun.”
Fyn chuckled. “I don’t believe that anyone but me would enjoy that.”
“Your ass is number one,” Caleb said.
I wiped a line of snot on Don’s shoulder, ignoring Caleb’s rambling about butts. No one’s ass was as nice as Don’s, and it was mine. All mine. I kept crying, and Don held the back of my head and rocked me in soothing motions.
“I’m taking Vince back to my room.”
“What about the other humans?” Fyn asked.
“They’ll be fine,” Caleb said with a wave of his hand. “Trust me. This is probably not the first time they’ve woken up on the floor with a hangover. Heaven knows, I have many times.”
Don lifted me, and I hooked my legs around his waist. When he turned toward the door, I gripped his hair and declared, “See. Mine.”
Fyn lifted his eyebrows, and Caleb laughed. Mindy was still fighting with Teddy about putting on his clothes, so he didn’t acknowledge me.
As Don walked toward his room, I pressed my face against his neck and breathed him in; my eyes grew heavy. I brushed his hair back and whispered, “I don’t want to share you.”
“You will have to with my brothers.”
I shook my head. “You don’t understand.”
“What? I can’t read your thoughts. They’re too muddled.”
“I don’t want you to fuck anyone else. I promise I’ll get there. Don’t leave me.”
“Vince.” We stepped into his room, and he went to the bedroom and tried to put me down, but I clung to him like a koala.
“No,” I cried as tears began to run down my cheeks. I couldn’t take his rejection. I wasn’t good enough, but I wanted Don.
