Page 32 of In Prey We Trust

Dungeons, Dragons, & Daddies is in the ‘red light’ district, so we have to take a brief drive to get there. When we arrive, I’m surprised to find it in a small plaza with a bookshop called the Feathered Quill and a dive bar called Inky Depths. I guess krakens run the latter or some shit—which makes sense, since this place is on the river. I’m not sure which avians run the bookstore, but I hope like hell we’re not going to run into another dragon in this kink palace.

Having the Lusty Lizard run afoul of sphinxes was bad enough; Odin forbid he finds some rogue dragon to fight with.

“We should check out the other places, too,” Dolly says, looking around the hidden shopping area with wide eyes. “I’ve never been to a seedy bar.”

“And you’re not going tonight, either,” Felix rumbles as he takes her elbow. “With the weird magic fucks and random kidnapping threats, I’m not eager to step foot in places we haven’t checked out.” He pauses and looks at Chess. “We did vet this place, right?”

Chessie grins as I tuck him under my arm. “I double, triple-checked this with Fitz’s tools. It’s clean—no Council or ties to any of our families. But you’re right, I have no idea about the other two places.”

“Why do bad guys ruin all my fun?” our girl mutters as she kicks a rock. “It’s a pain in my ass. Don’t say it, Fitz.”

Chuckling, I give her an innocent look. “Who me?”

“If you believe that shit, I’ve got a castle in Bavaria to sell you,” Aubrey says with a snort. “But I believe you’re being inaccurate… we can obviously have plenty of fun without the pall of our enemies. Tonight is a perfect example.”

Dolly smiles softly, pulling away from Felix to walk over and kiss the dragon’s jaw. “You’re right, big guy. They can’t mess up our private time, even if they’re putting me in a rapidly shrinking cage.”

“If we’re done being sappy…” Rennie winks at her and she huffs again, turning on her heel to stride towards the big steel dungeon doors on the front of the store.

I snicker, tugging Chess along behind her without waiting for the sourpusses. The excitement of exploring this world with our girl is flooding my veins now that we’re here and I can put up with all their sniping as long as I get to waggle some tentacle dildos until she turns the pink I adore. “Probably shouldn’t say sap inside here. Who knows what freaks we’ll run into?”

“Duh. You’re here, right, Fitzy?”

Ugh. Low blow right in the balls, but I fucking love it. Baby Girl is sexiest when she’s confident.

“Behave in here, you miscreants. We don’t want to be invited to leave before we get to explore.”

My brother puts in his best ‘in charge’ face and I roll my eyes. “You can take charge in the bedroom all you want, Raj, but I’m second in command until you give real orders. I’ll have as much fun as I want.”

That gets a laugh out of my baby girl and I see the nervousness in her posture fade a little. She’s adventurous in private, but I know her lack of experience eats at her. It’s cute that she worries about disappointing us simply because we’ve got decades or centuries on her; however, if she realized just how fucking dopey we all are for her, she wouldn’t fret. Even my twin is besotted as hell—I know because he’s letting her see the real Felix.

It’s a gift very few get to experience since our exile.

As if to prove my point, Dolly whirls back towards the big, castle-like wooden doors and pushes them open with her shoulders squared. Her hair makes her look like a Viking queen, and I add that role to my internal ‘play’ list for later. Blond braids and a sword sound like a rocking good time. Maybe I can get Chessie to play along, too. I bet if I—

My internal monologue comes to a screeching halt when we walk into the dimly lit store. We knew this place was shifter owned because of the background, but they did not prepare me for the nirvana in a strip mall we discovered. Much like the bookstore, it’s massive inside, but it has levels going up instead of down. The main floor is lit with purple lights, but the upper levels have color coded lighting starting with blue and ending on the top floor with a UV glow. I bounce on my toes, adrenaline pumping through my veins as my tiger prowls inside.

“Holy fucking Hela,” I whisper to my twin. “We found the real Valhalla run by people who actually know what the fuck they’re doing. I may never leave.”

Aubrey rolls his eyes and rubs his hand over his face. “As impressed as I am, I fear Fitz’s mounting enthusiasm is going to get us banned for life. Considering the combined current lifespan of our family, I fear that will be a very long time.”

“Don’t worry, big guy. We can keep him mostly calm,” my beautiful bunny says before smiling at me in a way that makes my dick twitch. “Fitz, if you can keep it under wraps, you can pick out all the weird stuff you want and we’ll negotiate later.”

Letting out a quiet war whoop, I salute her and take off into the purple hazy level to find out what delights lurk here. I know the rest of them are probably losing their minds, but that’s because they don’t get me like she does. Chess comes the closest and my twin after that, but my baby girl knows without having to ask that I’ll return anything that makes her uncomfortable. I’d never push her on sex shit because she lost her virginity to an assface who manipulated her emotionally.

I know V-cards aren’t actually as important as the older dipshits make it out to be, but it was hers to share, and he stole that decision from her with his lies. I won’t ever do that to her.

A display of glowing, oddly shaped dildos gets my attention and I pause, coming out of my head to study them. “Hmm. Alien, unicorn horn… ouch… wolf knot… gross. Oooh…this one is interesting, and it works with that sexy strappy thing…”

That’s when the group finds me and I get to watch our girl turn the lovely rosy color of her nipples from head to toe. “Fitz! I was joking about that.”

“I wasn’t,” I sing-song. “And look at Chessie! He likes the train idea, too. Take a sniff, baby girl.”

“For fuck’s sake, Fitzgerald!” the dragon growls as I beam at them. “That’s not even… accurate. It doesn’t look… like that!”

“It doesn’t?” Chess says with a puzzled expression. “Do you have a cloaca, then? I thought that was wyverns? But they’re even more rare so I don’t have actual evidence…”

Felix blinks, his head turning slowly as he looks at me. “Are you picking a dildo you think looks like his when he’s a dragon? Thor’s hammer, Fitz!”

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