Page 7 of These Little Heirs
Sprayed down and zipped up, I stepped out into the hall. Dressed in my shirt, Ciro lugged his suitcase up the steps. I opened my mouth to play the polite dragon everyone knew but he hissed at me.
“Stay out of my stuff! What? Were you sniffing my damn underwear?”
“What the fuck?” I blinked at him.
“Stay out of my suitcase! I don’t know what you were looking for but if you think I’m a security risk take it up the ladder to your grandparents!”
“You’re one to talk. You’re wearing my shirt!”
“Here!” he stopped, dropped his suitcase and tugged it off over his head.
“You don’t have—” I threw my hands up as he tossed it in my general direction. “Here! Take these too if that’s what it takes to make you stop plundering through my underwear compartment!” A second later his naked ass tossed his underwear in my direction. They landed at my feet as he shouldered by me up the stairs and down the hall.
I smirked when he wasn’t looking at me because of course I fucking did. I was just as crazy as the rest of the dragons inmy family. That cat was probably clinically insane. Probably out of his fucking mind but he was hot. I kicked his underwear out of the way and grabbed my shirt. I had to get out of the house before I did something I regretted. No meant no but you didn’t throw your underwear at a guy unless you were flirting with him, right? Unless he really thought I sniffed his underwear instead of considering him a security risk.
Banging my head on the wall would’ve been more pleasant than dissecting that interaction. So I kicked his underwear until they were under the sofa in the living room and out of sight before heading out of the house.
In the truck, I checked my messages. Nothing bad was going on. No new threats had come through – yet. They were seed bombing a few open fields behind a factory tonight while my grandparents were distracted by Robin’s very existence. Plenty of congratulatory messages came through too. Morvan, my best friend outside of Co and Indi, had sent me a head’s up about Ciro coming as a guard. I hadn’t gotten to the message in time for it to be helpful. I shot him a quick thank you and tried to clear my head.
Ruts sort of sucked. I refused to get involved in the what’s worse debate between ruts and heats, but ruts sucked. The drive to just go at it ate away at your thoughts like you were a teenage boy hopped up on aphrodisiac potions. Then once you were going at it, it wasn’t as good as you needed it to be. It wasn’t enough to satisfy the consuming hunger burning a hole through your crotch. Then it lasted forever if you were careful not to conceive and I was always careful. Having a baby who lived at someone else’s house would’ve just given the assholes someone new and defenseless to target every time I pissed them off. I just needed to find somewhere to jack off before going to the store. The woods of Moonglow used to be a good bet for privacy butever since Guardie slaughtered Reve out there, they didn’t hold the same appeal.
“What the fuck?” Ciro’s voice rang out from the porch.
My triplet link exploded with both of my brothers demanding to know what was wrong as soon as his big mouthed words reached the nesting tower.
“What now?” I rolled the window down. “What now?”
“You actually took my underwear?” he demanded.
I should’ve told him the truth, but my dick had a lot to say.
“You threw them at me!” I smirked. “What did you think I’d do after you accused me of plundering your panties!!?”
“I do NOT wear panties!” Ciro stomped down the steps and out towards me in the driveway.
“Prove it!” I shouted back thankful my carrier and grandcarrier were both well out of earshot because this was not how I was raised.
“Fuck off, Teal Moonscale! You run around like you’re some sort of fucking saint!” he marched up to the truck window, wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that didn’t do much to hide the physique underneath. “You’re no fucking saint! You’re just like the rest of them! Now where are they?!”
“Your panties?” I arched a brow.
For a second, Ciro’s handsome face screwed up like he might punch me.
“Do you have some fetish for men who wear panties?” he hissed instead.
“Not really. It seems that currently I’ve taken to having a thing for pissing off big cats, though. If you want to know if they’re in the truck you’ll just have to look and see,” I said.
He reached through the window and for a second, I thought he’d at least slap me. I’d have deserved it too. I was being a class A asshole. Only I couldn’t stop. I was hard and hell, even his sugar cookie spray was starting to smell sexy as Ciro ranhis hand over my chest and stomach as if I had some secret compartment to hide his underwear in.
“Are you always like this or is this some special treatment just for me?” he huffed, reaching down to push the button that unlocked the door. Before I could answer, he pressed the lever on the side of my seat, and I was flat on my back with him patting down my pockets.
“Uh….” I said, trying to think about everything unsexy in the world and failing miserably.
“Where are they? Those are my favorite and you’re being a jerk about this all and---” he stopped to hiss at me again.
Ciro was losing control of his liger and it was hot. Everything inside me wanted to keep yanking on his tail. Wanted to keep pushing his buttons. What the fuck was it about him that made me so crazy?
It was the rut.
