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Phillip buried his face in the pillow next to Victor’s head as the cat shifter jerked him. Eager to help, Keegan considered his options. Phillip’s firm ass was exposed, so Keegan pressed his palms to those muscular cheeks and kneaded.
Keegan massaged his way up Phillip’s body as the sentinel groaned. It took some crawling to get up to his shoulders, but it was worth it to feel Phillip’s shudder. A heartbeat later, Phillip suddenly went rigid as he climaxed.
“I think I need a nap,” Phillip eventually muttered into the pillowcase.
“We’re cuddling Victor in the middle,” Keegan said.
“Oh, I could definitely get used to that,” Victor replied. “Get over here, Sunshine.”
Keegan was kissed soundly by a cat shifter, then a sentinel. They grinned foolishly as they tangled their limbs.
“I vote we never get out of this bed again,” Keegan suggested.
“Oh, agreed,” Victor responded.
“Have we thanked you appropriately for all the hard work you did to make our cohabitation possible, Sparkles?” Phillip asked.
“Absolutely, but whenever the need to offer your gratitude strikes, please feel free to strip me again,” Victor replied with a smile.
“I’m going to feel that way after our nap,” Keegan said, snuggling close to Victor.
In fact, Keegan would bet their new bed would be a frequent reminder of how wonderful it was to live together and the urge to get undressed would hit him with stunning frequency.
Chapter 19
Lich Sentinel Alaric Daray stood and walked around his desk to greet his two guests with hugs.
“What in the world is going on?” Reverent Knight Drystan Gylde-Kempe asked, his scaly black gaze trained on the small table nearby where two mated goblins chirped at each other.
Every time Alaric looked at the pair, his heart melted. Not only were Pizza and Rogue adorable and affectionate, but they were also gifts summoned with the magic of Alaric’s mate. No other present would ever compare. One of his favorite memories was the short ceremony when Rogue and Pizza had celebrated their matebond in the Daray condo.
Chander had used sorcery to decorate their home appropriately in massive slices of pizza and giant replicas of their daggers. Alaric had shed a few tears, but so had everyone else in his family. Alaric had wanted a grand affair at D’Vaire befitting two goblins chosen by Fate, but the little guys had had no patience for it.
Focusing on the present, it took Alaric no more than a single glance to ascertain what the goblins were up to.
“They are arguing over a crayon,” Alaric explained. “They have recently taken up coloring as an activity and often wish to use the same color.”
To keep the goblins entertained and out of mischief, Alaric frequently introduced them to new outlets for their energy. Some things—like the skateboarding they’d learned how to do thanks to a goblin summoned by the ruler of the imps—stuck. But other ideas fizzled within a day or two.
“I guess as long as they don’t start hacking at each other with their daggers they’ll be okay,” remarked Drystan’s mate, Conley, with a grin for the two animated goblins.
“They love each other too much for that,” Alaric stated. “I can never be sure if they will use the same restraint when it comes to others though.”
“Since I’m sure you didn’t invite us here to let us pick something your goblins colored for our fridge, should we get started?” Drystan asked.
“Not yet; we are waiting for Chand,” Alaric said. “Have a seat.”
Drystan dropped into a chair, and Conley perched himself next to his other half.
“I think we have a pretty good idea why you wanted to have this meeting,” Drystan remarked.
There were two entrances to Alaric’s office thanks to it being split between the Sentinel Brotherhood and the Order of Necromancia, and the one the Lich Sentinel rarely used opened. In a smoky black-and-chartreuse crown and matching cloak, Chander stalked in. The power flowed around the ruler of the necromancers, and it had nothing to do with the two pools of strong magic Chander had access to. No, Alaric’s mate was a living force of energy with a spine of steel. And Alaric loved every sexy inch of him.
Chander’s wingtips didn’t stop moving until he stood in front of Alaric. Then he slipped his hands in the small gap between Alaric’s hips and his poisoned daggers. Chander lifted to his toes, and their lips met in a soft kiss.
“How was your meeting?” Alaric asked.
“Tedious,” Chander replied. “Are you planning on adding to my exasperation?”
