Page 76 of Conquering the King of Storms

He only flashed me a wicked grin.

“They’re fine, Vriva.” Flame growled to his mate.

“Harper!” Ivy yelled again. “Are you good?”

“I’m good,” I called back, throwing an arm over my eyes and trying to stop myself from shaking with the laughter that was already making my body quiver. “Apparently Sirus can transport us more easily than we thought.”

There was a pause.

Flame muttered something I couldn’t make out.

“Alright. Well… congrats, I guess!” she called out.

“Thanks?” I bit my lip, then added, “See you in a few weeks.”

“See ya!” she yelled back.

I heard the door to their bedroom close, and peeked back up at Sirus.

He was still grinning at me.

“We should’ve picked somewhere more private,” I told him, smacking him lightly on the arm and then stroking it better. He captured my hand and held it there.

“Couldn’t go too far,” he reminded me, his voice playful.

“Well, let’s get back to the others and tell them.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed.

“As soon as you’re dressed, Sway.” His fingers teased my sides.

Oof.

Forgot about that.

And we were still…

Yeah, we needed clothes.

Chapter 17

When we were fully-dressed,Storm transported us back to the rest of the group. Everyone was excited by the announcement—even Margo. She didn’t complain about having to keep Quake up to protect us (though I was positive it would come), so I could tell she wasreallyexcited.

Storm had everyone pile in close, and then transported us. It was kind of trippy, but when the wind died down, we were on a beach.

His arm slid around my waist, and when he stumbled, I realized it wasn’t on purpose. I scooted closer to him, widening my stance so I could try to help him up.

“He’s going to crush you,” Margo muttered to me, grabbing one of his arms. He winced at the touch, and I bit my lip. “Ready to lower him?”

“Mmhm.” I bobbed my head, even though I could feel myself teetering a bit already.

She was right; if he went unconscious, he’d probably crush me.

“Okay, move down.” She helped me lower him slowly, and I dropped down onto my ass next to him. Sand blew over my legs as he leaned backward, resting his weight on his forearms.

“You good?” Margo asked him.

He kept his eyes on the lake.

I wanted to punch him for it, but knew it was just their assholeish culture again.

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