Page 23 of Chaos Claimed

Santiago wasn’t sure what to think. He just confirmed he wasn’t human, and Percy was having a snit that he was the wrong breed of shifter? “Not an oso, cariño.”

“Look at you.” Percy gestured toward Santiago’s body. “How can you not be a freaking bear with that build?”

Was… was he covering up a meltdown by having a fit? Santiago studied his mate’s expression, searching for signs of distress, but found none.

The guy was genuinely irritated he hadn’t been right. Percy definitely had a unique perspective.

“You’re not scared?”

“Prove you’re not a damn bear.” He crossed his arms, glaring. “You’re constantly telling me my Spanish is nonsense. Lie. Now you’re trying to convince me you’re a wolf when I know damn well your big ass is a bear.”

Had Santiago fallen asleep on the bed and this was some bizarre dream? He thought he would have to convince Percy, then deal with a freak out. Instead, Santiago was dealing with a freak out, but for an entirely different reason.

“I have two forms,” he said. “Wolf and lycanthrope.”

“Aren’t those the same things?” Percy squinted at him.

“No.” Santiago didn’t bother explaining further, still watching for any signs of panic.

“Lycanthrope.” Percy smirked, arms still crossed, appearing confident Santiago was about to be caught in a lie.

He had hoped Percy would say wolf. His lycanthrope form was much more terrifying. But Santiago couldn’t wait to erase that smug expression from Percy’s gorgeous face.

For fuck’s sake, a goddamn bear.

“And you did call me a teddy skunk.”

His mate waved his hand in a shooing motion. “Get to proving or get to admitting you’re lying.”

Santiago whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

Percy’s lips parted slightly as his eyes traveled slowly over Santiago’s chest. “What…” He cleared his throat. “What’re you doing?”

Inwardly, Santiago was now the one smirking. Maybe a little peacocking too. “I’m not shredding my clothes when I shift.”

“That’s…good…” Percy’s gaze roamed Santiago’s body, lingering briefly on his groin before darting away. “I forgot what I was going to say. Damn, zorrillo de peluche, you’re hiding all that under your clothes?”

Santiago snapped his fingers in front of Percy’s lust-filled gaze. As much as it thrilled him to see how much his elegido was drooling over his body, he had a damn point to make.

Eyes flicked to him but slid downward again. There was no use trying to force Percy to focus. His mind had already plunged into whatever fantasy was playing out in his head.

“Fucking or sucking?” Santiago toed off his boots then slipped his jeans down to his thighs. His cock was hard, pressing heavily against his boxer briefs.

“Huh?” Percy replied without looking up.

“The scene in your head. Are we fucking or sucking?” He pulled his jeans the rest of the way off.

Percy’s tongue swept over his bottom lip as his breathing grew shallow. “I, uh… What?”

Santiago flexed.

Percy squeaked.

“Having a hard time focusing, mi elegido?”

“Oh, I’m focusing just fine,” he mumbled.

“On what, cariño?” Santiago took a step forward then made his cock twitch. His mate swallowed roughly, his eyes glued to the swollen outline straining against Santiago’s underwear.

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