“Let us talk to Saige and her grandmother first, and we'll see what they think. Can you hang out there a while longer?” Cam walked as he talked, no doubt ready to run to Saige now that we had news to share.
“Oh yeah. Not a problem. Let me know.”
Hunter disconnected the call, and Cam and I grinned at each other.
Ileft Bram in the dust, speeding up the steps and heading straight for Firefly's room. His swearing right behind me spurred me on. He was incredibly competitive, but I would always be faster. And better looking. That was just our lot in life and he needed to accept it.
“Gods dammit, Faris,” he panted when he entered the room.
“Not my fault you're old and slow,” I teased from my perch in the middle of her bed.
The shower was running so he came over and plopped down beside me. We'd wait for her together.
“Why do you think she smelled different?” I asked him.
“You noticed it too?” He glanced down at me, and I nodded.
“It's not a huge change, but there is definitely something…” I added, strumming my fingers on my chest.
The shower turned off, and a minute later, a very naked Sloane waltzed out of the bathroom.
“Oh, gross…” I gagged, and covered my eyes with my hands.
“Ex-fucking-scuse me?” he said in that growly, asshole, wannabe Alpha voice.
“You heard me.”
“For the love of the moon, can't you two just get along?” Fischer asked, since he was the next naked person emerging from the steamy room.
I peeped his package.Yep. Mine's bigger.
“All I did was walk in here and he's insulting me,” Sloane said, pointing at me.
I laughed. I laughed so hard.
“All? That's all you ever did? You're a comedian now? Fuck, that was a good one.”
Bram looked like he didn't know what to do with himself. I didn't blame him. This dynamic between Sloane and I was messed up. Not because of me... He’d started this a long time ago.
“Oh, go sit on Jupiter's cock, Faris. Look, you need to get the fuck over this. How was I supposed to know there was another actual man sharing a body with my—With Fischer?” Sloane demanded, holding his hands out questioningly.
“I don't know, maybe try to think with your damn brain and not your cock for a minute? Try listening to people instead of just fucking them into submission?” I snarked, and Bram stood without saying a word, disappearing into the bathroom.
“That's not what happened and you know it,” Fischer spoke up, defending Sloane. How unsurprising.
I sat up straight, tilting my head as I studied the two men. These days, Sloane did seem less ‘I have an oak tree stuck up my butt’ and more ‘I have an oak sapling stuck up my butt,’ which I had to admit, was a nice change. But had Sloane not been there—with his bossy attitude and domineering personality—I had to wonder if I might've been able to break free from captivity long before now.
“Whatever you say, brother,” I replied indifferently, as I slid off the bed. “If you'll pardon me…” I bowed to Sloane just to piss him off, and let myself into the bathroom.
“Harder,” I heard Firefly panting, and my eyes widened as I walked through the door to see Bram fucking her from behind. Alone with her for two minutes, and he already had her bent over the sink.
“Don't you pull a stunt like that again, Goldie,” Bram growled low in his throat, his horns beginning to twist. My mouth was hanging open at this point and I didn't even care to fix it.
“I'm sorry,” she whimpered and he lifted her leg, placing her knee on the vanity, allowing himself to hit her at a different angle. She cried out in pleasure at the new sensation, and my cock wept at the noises they were making together.
“Faris,” she moaned.
Shit. I didn't think they'd even noticed my arrival.
