Page 8 of These Little Heirs
It had to be the rut.
Was this sexual tension? I’d never been the sort who sexual tension turned into an asshole before, but I’d never come so close to having my siblings harmed over and over before. Maybe my dragon needed to let off some steam and a nine-hundred-pound cat was almost my size.
“Where are they?” Ciro demanded again, reaching over and taking my keys out of the ignition. He looked at them for a few minutes and tossed them toward the porch. I had several extra sets of course. I wasn’t undone by someone stealing my keys. No good assassin was.
“Search me,” I teased him.
A second later, he pounced and was on my lap. His ass slapped into the steering wheel and set off the horn until he shifted forward. He hissed at me as if I was the one honking truck horn with my ass. He patted my chest and stomach down again before pushing up my shirt.
“Like what you see?” I laughed, keeping my hands on either side of me.
“You’re warm to the touch! Really damn warm. Are you sick?” he asked but then remembered his favorite underwear were still missing. “A fever? Is that why you’re acting so weird?” He patted my pants pockets and even through the padded codpiece his fingers made me bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet.
“Oh,” he blinked at me. “A rut. That explains the underwear and ---”
He leaned forward, trying to sniff me through my pheromone blocker spray. When he couldn’t find my scent, Ciro pressed the flat, textured part of his feline tongue against my throat as if he planned to lick my protection away. I bit back a groan and balled my fingers into a fist, so they didn’t end up in his dark, shoulder length hair or on the firm round ass he’d showed me twice now. He grabbed my hands, his tongue still running up and down my throat and put them on his ass.
“Kiss me,” he said, leaning back and honking the horn again. “Kiss me, Teal Moonscale, or I’m going to eat your throat out.”
He didn’t have to threaten me twice. I squeezed his ass and leaned forward to close the distance between me and his plump, kissable lips, happy to find his breath no longer smelled like garlic. But who was I kidding? Even if he did, I’d have kissed him anyway. How could I not? Wasn’t this what we were meant to do all along.
“Lose the codpiece,” he growled against my lips.
“Bossy,” I said but he was already undoing my fly and tossing it out the window. The horn sounded again and in the side mirror I saw Cobalt sprinting toward the truck on his way from the nesting tower.
“No!”I shouted over our triplet link.“GO AWAY!”
“What is going on? Why is the guard shouting about his underwear and ---”Cobalt fell quiet when he got close enough to see what was going on.
“Go away,” Ciro hissed between kisses. “This is what we’re doing right now!”
“Are you two responding or something?” Cobalt called out.
He’d slowed to a walk now that he knew we weren’t ripping each other apart but making out instead but he was still coming our way.
“No!” I called back and Ciro hissed at me. “We’re just--- Cobalt, you’re not the only one who gets to be a reckless dick sometimes, okay?”
“Sleeping with the help is never a good idea, brother. Take it from me. I’d know,” Cobalt chuckled.
“Do you need someone to help you guard the others?” I asked as Ciro went back to licking up and down my throat so I could speak.
“We’re fine. You just need to stop and think this through, Teal,” Cobalt said, leaning one hand on the side of the truck.
“Uh… So this is what we’re doing now? We’re trying to cock block each other? Didn’t know finding your mate made you a prude. What’s next calling to Dad?”
“Teal, you’re not acting like yourself,” Cobalt said as Guardie padded up beside him.
“Go watch the baby,” Cobalt told the dog but he didn’t budge up.
“Indigo sent him out to make sure we didn’t fight,” I said, kneading my fingers into Ciro’s firm, round ass. He hissed against my throat and grazed his teeth down it.
“Are you—” Cobalt started but stopped to consider his words.
Guardie pulled on his pants leg, trying to tug him back toward the tower.
“He’s right. Odie’s pregnant. I don’t have the time to stop you from messing around with the help,” Cobalt rolled his eyes.
“No one asked you to!” Ciro hissed as my brother let his mate’s trauma dog pull him away. “Where were we?”
