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“Eh.” Frikka made a hand gesture. “Sten’s is good.”
“I’ve had a few Drake dicks…they’re okay. Never had a human one.” Sten thought about it as Frikka cleared his throat.
“Frikka probably has a lot to compare yours to.” Suyin nodded happily.
“Eh… No.” Frikka cleared his throat before muttering under his breath.
“What?” Suyin perked up, brows raised high.
“Only Sten’s!” Frikka rubbed his hand over his face. “Seen a few… Never got that far with another.”
That surprised Sten. He figured Frikka had other lovers. “What about Dettes?”
Frikka shrugged. “That doesn’t count. Sometimes a Dette needs help through… You know.”
Suyin hissed and nodded. “Yes, a Dette is a good alternative if you do not wish to risk a clutch.”
“How’s Dette cock measure up?” Sten couldn’t hide the smile that wrenched his lips, nor the pleasant heat that spannedhis face. The only Drake to have ever conquered that particular mountain!
“Eh,” Suyin and Frikka said simultaneously before laughing.
“I think the little ones are in good hands. We’ll look about finding permanent placement for them, but if you could nest with them, it’d be much appreciated.” Suyin stood and stretched before grabbing a slice of bread and headed out.
Frikka pulled the cover back and inspected the eggs, his face a stretch of pride. A nest of five—just like their first. Sten buried the hurt and smiled. The bond he shared with Frikka nearly sang between them. They were happy.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Frikka
Frikka snoozed gently, shifted into his human form to make more room in the nest. Sten liked to come in often and snuggle the eggs in his scales, and even the Slang eggs were warming up to him somewhat, though it was more or less lukewarm. Still, they were improving by the day.
Quick steps trotted down the staircase, not Sten’s lumbering step but a more demure and shier step, like someone frightened of life—Jasper. “Papa?”
“I’m awake, little one. Come, lay with me.” That was one thing Frikka loved about Jasper, his closeness to Frikka. Peter, his other Dette son, was brazen, more Drakelike than Dette, and every bit as fiery as Frikka ever was, but for pleasure alone. Jasper, all soft features, like Frikka if he’d never had a hard life, nestled in, his thicker curls falling over his forehead. “You need a haircut.”
Jasper huffed. Getting his hair cut required leaving the house, seeing people, and that was a feat not so easily accomplished by someone as timid as he was. “Can’t you do it for me, Papa?”
“I could. But one of Weston’s aunts is a hair stylist, and she would love to cut your hair for you.” Frikka pawed over his head, watching the pretty ringlets spring back into place. “And she’d do a much better job.”
Jasper huffed and rounded his shoulders, halting as he caught sight of the eggs. “Are those the Slang eggs?”
“It’s not like I can lay solid green ones.” Frikka snorted and Jasper forgot all about snuggling with Frikka, far more eager to investigate his new brothers and the fostered eggs. He was certain they’d find a family to take them. So many coupleswanted pups.Drake couples, in particular.But the eggs hadn’t reacted well to the Drakes that volunteered for them.
Something interesting happened, though, when Jasper laid a hand on one. Every sign of distress the eggs had, every fear and worry they’d slowly overcome, seemed to melt away. Their little bonds, weakly tethered to Frikka by virtue of nest alone, cried out at once.Papa! Papa!
Three little voices found the words to celebrate and Jasper froze. “Oh. Oh no, little ones. I’m sorry. I’m not your papa.”
Still, the eggs, clueless as to what Jasper said, cried out for him to touch them.Me! Me! Me!
By instinct alone, Jasper reacted, a broken purr in his throat as he rapidly undressed and shifted.
Purring? Only a gravid or nesting Dette purred…Frikka stared at his Dette son and cleared his throat. “Jasper? I thought you had your blanks already this year.”
I did, Papa. Three of them. My heat was awful. But, no hiccup or anything.Jasper tucked the three Slang eggs and his two siblings into his side like a natural born nester. His brothers? Confused. Very confused eggs, but happy. The three Slang eggs? Blissfully happy.
“You were purring…” Frikka glanced from the eggs to Jasper. His sleek, pretty Dette son lowered his head with a shake.
I didn’t… Did I? I’ve never had—that—with a Drake… Let alone my heat!Jasper shuddered. Frikka would have been convinced that Jasper’s egg was swapped with another if it weren’t for how similar they looked. The child was practically asexual. But then again, thatchildwas barely twenty-five years his junior.
