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“More a preference.” I’d burned out on guys my age after a single one, and I had no interest in going back to immature, cheating assholes. I supposed that was one thing the gods had going for them. They were all older than me. Probably very, very old.
“Let me guess. You’re scared of rejection like me and eager to please—”
“I know it’s true, but I’d rather you didn’t say it out loud, it just sounds sad—”
“So my guess is praise kink.”
I rolled my eyes, pretending to scowl. “I suspect the pot is calling the kettle black.”
She laughed “You suspect correctly. Okay, what else? We’re in uni now, Cat. Sex talk and kinky shit is what med school is for.”
“And here I thought it was for learning medicine.”
She deployed the Stare, and said nothing, knowing full well I would break.
I crossed my arms over my chest and looking at the floor I said, “Fine. Dom/sub, dirty talk, some bondage, breath play, primal play, Ddlg, degradation, and CNC. What’s yours?”
Honey’s eyes were wide. “Damn, you’ve got a whole list.”
My ears burned. “Yeah…”
“I just like getting my hair pulled and being called a good girl.”
I stared at her. She stared back, then grinned.
“Shit, I need to be more adventurous,” she laughed, blue eyes crinkled. “Learn more about myself. A great sexual awakening. How did you learn all this stuff anyway? You’ve had like, one boyfriend and I really doubt he could find the clit.”
“Internet,” I answered, “and no he could not.”
“Waste of space,” she muttered, then grinned at me. “Do you think your new husbands will do all that primal bondage stuff?”
I groaned. “It’s not an actual marriage, and they’re not my actual husbands.”
“But they’re hot, and you liiike them,” she teased.
“Nightmare will kill me before I get a chance,” I muttered, only half joking.
“All the more reason not to waste time. Go listen to Jason Derulo’s Pony and bite those men, Cat.” At my look, she snorted and said, “I have no idea what primal stuff means, and I’m happy in my innocent little bubble. Just promise me something, Cat.”
“Anything,” I agreed seriously.
“If you find another hot, six-foot-something god, send him my way.”
A laugh burst up my throat, and then we were both giggling again.
“You’ve got first dibs,” I promised her, my smile fading.
“We’ll end the curse, Cat. First thing tomorrow, we’ll go to the library and start finding ways to do it. The gods said Nightmare did this before, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So someone must have been in our exact position before. All we need to do is find an ancient tome or a very worn journal, and we’ll be back to normal in no time.”
I forced a nod and wished I agreed with her.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
DEATH
