Page 107 of Vengeful Mates
Bring on the fun time. We all competed in a line-up to win the most points from hitting the right dance moves as displayed on the TV screen.
“Bring it on.” Slade clapped and stood up. “I’ll kick your butt.”
Biting at his bait, she retorted, “As if. I’m the best dancer in the house!”
“All right, Shakira.” Slade slid the game from her fingers, cracked open the plastic cover and placed the disc in the Wii console. “Let’s see whose got the best moves.”
The Wii whirred to life, loading the game.
Mia’s dark brows crashed down in a heavy line. “Who’s Shakira?”
“A really good dancer and singer.” Wanting to join in on the fun and make the most of our time together, I got out of my chair to play with them and work off some of my dinner.
“Ohh.” Mia grabbed a bundle of Wii consoles and handed them out to everyone. “Come on, Castor. You’re playing too.”
Mr.-I-hate-exercise excused himself with various pretexts whenever we pulled out this game. Research and reading his books. Washing the dishes. Or the good old taking a shower. He might as well have said he was too busy washing his hair.
“Yeah, Castor,” Slade goaded his VP into another competition that was bound to get fiery. “Shake that ass!”
Castor smirked and surprised me by accepting a console from Mia, cracking his neck, and rolling his shoulders for show. “I’ll get my game on.”
I hummed my appreciation. He gave me a sexy wiggle of hips occasionally in the bedroom, but dancing remained a hidden talent.
“Yay!” Mia cheered as she delivered Zethan his console, dragging him into the game. My serious and loyal mate dancing? Hmm. I had to see this.
We never played with the six of us before. Sometimes it was three or four of us, usually Slade, Mia, Alaric, and me. Castor snuck out of competing, at odds with his competitive nature. Daddy probably knew he wouldn’t win that game against Slade. If Alaric needed time to himself, he went to listen to his grandfather’s old records to chill out. Zethan made himself scarce to conduct shelter business but stepped in a few times when I cleaned dishes or with Daddy.
“Where’s Alaric?” Mia scanned the room with a disapproving expression.
Gone to check the perimeter. News of Slade and Zethan’s defeat at Colton’s hand set off his anxiety and kicked off his compulsion to perform security checks every thirty minutes. Poisonous hatred pumped in my veins. I fucking hated Colton for making my mate feel uncomfortable in his own home. For breaking down the hard work and positive progress he made.
I rubbed Mia’s hair. “Bathroom break. He’ll be back soon.”
“Okay.” Mia huffed her disappointment, wanting all her daddies involved. “He can jump in the next round.”
Slade returned to stand beside her with a teasing wink. “Promise you won’t cry if I win, though?”
Mia snorted derisively. “Yeah, right.”
Slade’s massive hand engulfed the much smaller Wii console. “Bring on defeat!” His wolfish grin set Mia’s jaw into an unwavering line. “And go!”
Dance characters flashed on the screen and commenced their moves when the music kicked into the beat. We all bounced, replicating the steps and actions, Zethan a little stiff, his hips and arms tight like a bike chain needing oiling.
Determined to win, Mia got right into it, following the moves, a little uncoordinated as she did her best to keep up. Adorable. This little action told me she inherited my trait of never giving up.
“Go, Shakira!” Slade whooped at her.
I jammed my fingers in my mouth and whistled and hollered. “Go, Mia!”
Concentration fixed on the screen, she panted, waving her arms in time to the demonstration.
Slade slapped Zethan on the ass when we all bent in a squat to wiggle our butts. “Shake it, Zeth!”
Zethan grinned and wagged his behind again, his hips building fluidity. Shame he lost a point for the wrong move. Hah! Sucker!
“No, it’s like this.” Mia showed him how to lift his hands overhead, join his wrists and sway his hips from side to side.
He copied her, rigid in his chest and legs and not doing the moves properly. “Oh, lucky me. I’m getting lessons from a pro.”
