Chander returned to his necromantic form and tugged on his T-shirt. “Yeah, I’m thinking…we’ve got a couple of black cats already, so I want something that stands out and screams Victor.”
The men shifted to stare at the green-eyed shifter, whose gaze was wide. “It’s creepy when you all turn on me like that,” Victor muttered. “And just having a Russian Blue would differentiate it from the black ones. You don’t have to do anything special. Honestly, there are already cats so if you think about it, I’m represented.”
“We need sparkles,” Ducarius stated as if Victor hadn’t spoken. Benton nodded his head. Victor would argue that he didn’t need to be spotlighted, but despite the name Antonov being on his identification card, he was a Daray in the minds of everyone in the household. If they were going to represent one, then they would represent all of them.
“Should we do something that coordinates with his costume?” Eduard asked.
“No,” Alaric said. “No one is revealing their choices until the night of the party unless they want to. Victor has kept us in the dark and should be able to do that until he chooses to share.”
Benton thought of their favorite shifter and knew the cat needed a tiara. Since the day Chander created one for Victor, he’d worn it as he cleaned. It was such a fun reflection of a man who loved beautiful things.“What do you think?”Baxter asked his other half after explaining his position to him.
“He needs something more. What if we gave him wings too only, they were like, sparkly?”
“I’d call you a genius, but you’d never shut up about it.”
“I never shut up about anything. It’s part of my charm.”
“The only time you’re charming is when your mouth is stuffed with my dick.”
“Stop talking dirty, Ben, or I’m dragging you to our room.”
Benton lifted a brow as Baxter took a tiny step closer to him.“You wish you could drag me anywhere.”
“We already know I’m the superior sentinel, so don’t press the issue.”
“I’m ignoring you now.”
“Chand, I’ve got an idea,” Benton revealed to the man he’d pledged to guard with his life for eternity. He leaned down and whispered his idea, which caused the demonic necromancer to grin widely.
“You got it.”
When the cat emerged on the table with his shining tiara and nearly see-through wings that glittered in the light from the kitchen, Victor let out a shriek. He ran over and kissed the cat on his nose. “Oh, I wish I looked like you when I shifted,” Victor said to the preening feline. He turned to Chander, and the Arch Lich let out a grunt when Victor squeezed him tight. “You’re so awesome. I’m going to have so much fun with my temporary kitty.”
“He’s not nearly as fabulous as you, but I did my best.”
“I’d say our Lich Hollow is perfect,” Alaric stated.
“Almost as perfect as your ass,” Baxter whispered through Benton’s head.
“What am I going to do with you?”Benton asked in exasperation.
“Whatever you want.”When Benton chose to ignore that statement, Baxter laid a hand on his back and rubbed.“Ben?”
“What?”
“I love you.”
Turning toward the crazy man he adored, Benton snatched a handful of hair and pressed their mouths together.“Dammit, I love you too.”
Chapter 8
“Fuck this,” Eduard stated as he got to his feet and plucked his laptop from the weathered wood of their dining table. “Let’s go up to my room.”
Gavrael nodded and rose, as did his mate. Eduard glared at the Darays sitting in their chairs, then stalked over to the staircase.
“What did we do?” Cassius demanded.
“We were simply giving our opinions on the songs we think should be included for the party,” Baxter protested.
