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“Holy jumpin’ Jehosaphat,” Wolfgang murmurs. “If we take it further, the hybrids in the group have multiple sides and her inner monsters will have to fit with them as well. Boone has three, though we only know about one.”

“Ah-ah-ah,” I reply, waggling my finger. “Iknow all three. We’ll see if you can get him to admit it, Sparkles, but that means you and the doc will have to come clean about your wicked mother.”

Ushering the animals into their car, Hamilton gives me a knowing look. “We’re going to need quite a lot of alcohol forthatconversation. Andyouwill be required to share as well, you snarky motherfucker.”

I grin charmingly, waiting for them to pull out of before I disappear into thin air to visit my auntie. I’ll need to ask permission and since time moves so differently on the Mount, I’ll be there and back to my Tíogair’s place before they even realize I’ve gone.

Here’s to finding the wisest woman alive in a generous mood…

Week Six

“It’s getting chilly in the evenings,” Sugarplum says as she pulls the blanket tighter over our legs.

Presley nods, passing the pretzel bits down the line. “Global warming. Humans are infinitely ridiculous.”

I elbow him in the side, giving him alookas Sugarplum arches a brow. He gets worked up about environmental shit and I know he didn’t even consider that Jolene would wonder why he didn’t classify himself with the rest of the humans. “Wearea species that refuses to learn from the past, I suppose.”

Doyle smothers a snort with his hand on the other side of our girl. I shoot him a dirty look, grabbing a popcorn kernel from her Tun and pitching it at his face. When it nails him right in the nose, his eyes narrow and I realize I’ve just declared a good war with a guy that has no qualms about making mischief for Council members.

I may have made a slight error in judgment.

“Boys!” Jolene admonishes, looking at each of us in turn. “We came to watch Teddy’s team play. If you can’t be good…”

“… be good at it?” Doyle bats his lashes at her and she rolls her eyes.

“That isnotwhat I meant,” she mutters, sipping her slushie with enthusiasm. “There are lots of eyes on us and I don’t want to cause a stir that would take away from how hard Teddy and the team have worked.”

I frown when I see Prez exchange a series of glances with Haggerty. They must be up to something, but what? We’re trapped in this top corner of the bleachers because we didn’t want to draw attention to ourselves at the biggest rivalry game of the season.

If people were too busy whispering about us, Sugarplum reasoned, they weren’t cheering on the kids. She couldn’t abide that, even if it meant hiding in the nosebleeds. She’s got a kind heart and I swear to Mab, I’m going to shove an arrow up the ass of the next person who hurts her.

Yes, it’s very cliche that my best weaponry skill is a bow. Prez says it’s genetic.

A hand creeping over my thigh distracts from that train of thought. Squinting at Prez as I turn my head slightly, I catch the mischievous glint in his eye at the same time as Sugarplum lets a muffled gasp. My eyes flick to her immediately, but hers are closed and she’s biting her lower lip hard.

Definitely up to something…

Before I can open my mouth to say anything, Prez’ lips touch my ear and his hand slips into my joggers. “Be a good boy and stay quiet. Haggerty and I have a little exhibitionism planned for you two.”

“But only if you can bothbehave,” Doyle whispers loud enough for us both to hear and I shudder.

Teddy’s going to be pissed as hell he missed this.

Strong fingers wrap around my pierced shaft, stroking slowly as we huddle together in the stadium blanket. I have to grit my teeth as Prez works the sensitive spots around my piercings so I don’t lift my hips. Sugarplum is squirming a bit next to me and I can smell the arousal that had to be dripping from her pussy into Doyle’s hand.

“Should we let them kiss?” Prez murmurs to Haggerty. He nips my earlobe lightly, suckling on it while he strokes my cock. I whimper softly, hoping he’ll do it again.

He knows I love teeth.

“Each other or us?” Doyle says, his hand doing something that makes our girl’s breath catch.

“Goddamnit, Lucky. I’m going to string you up with Teddy's hooks for… ohhhhh.”

I chuckle, but it cuts off in my throat on a strangled sound when Prez squeezes the base of my dick and bites the side of my neck at the same time.

“You’re in no position to laugh, Lucy. I can feel you throbbing, and you don’t get to come—either of you—until we say so.”

A loud horn sounds, the crowd around us surges their feet, screaming because the team did something—fuck if I know what—on the field. The pep band bursts I to the school fight song and people stay standing, cheering loudly and rattling those plastic jugs they bring.

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