Then he winked.
I had nothing to say to that. It sounded so mundane. So simple.
“Alphas who are monogamous with dragon mates never have to consider the issue,” Conrad mused. “I guess maybe that’s why they believe it’s such a huge secret. And I suspect a lot of it is just ego. But really, we’re not that special.”
He gazed at the lake, smiling and drinking whiskey. What he was saying sounded so easy, yet his situation must have been much more difficult than ours today.
“We haven’t felt the need to invite others into our bed since we found Quinton,” he said. “Maybe in the future? Right now, we’re all sufficiently occupied with each other.”
“Thank you, Conrad,” Terry said. “We’re most grateful for your honesty.”
Conrad abruptly sat up. “I have something for you, wait a minute.”
He stood and briskly strode into the house. Terry and I looked at each other and shrugged at the same time, which made us laugh. I had one hundred things I wanted to tell him, but with Conrad somewhere in the house, we had better wait until we were out of earshot.
Our host returned only seconds later with, “I knew I had one of these lying around.”
He gave me a small card with small black text that saidPriapus. On the other side was an address and a phone number.
“Priapus? What’s that?” I asked.
Terry coughed.
“A club. They cater to people with specific tastes,” Conrad replied. “Nobody you meet in there will blink an eye at your anatomy.”
“Uh. Thanks. I don’t think we’re ready yet.” I offered him the card back, but Conrad shook his head. “Besides, I could be recognized.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “Wear a mask. Many do. More whiskey?”
A little stunned, I could only nod.
“Keep the card. You never know when the need strikes.”
We stayed for another hour,during which Conrad made us drink the entire bottle of whiskey and invited us to three different parties. On our way out, we passed the sprawling oak. The picnic blanket was still there, together with some clothing strewn around. The omegas were nowhere to be seen. I stopped myself from imagining what they could be up to and where.
Terry drove in silence, his expression serious.
“So, that was fun,” I began, eyeing him carefully.
His lips twitched. “That’s one way to describe it.” He shook his head and gave out a small scoff. “The way he talked about his twenty-one-year-old mate…”
“I know, right? I mean, good for them. But he’s seventy!”
“He doesn’t look it, that’s for sure,” Terry said. “And he’s a dragon, so if he’s lucky, he’ll live until he’s one hundred and twenty.”
“True.”
“By the way, about the name of the club that Conrad mentioned. Do you know who Priapus was?”
“Enlighten me.”
“He was the god of livestock and fertility, famous for his huge, permanently erect penis.”
“Oh.” I had to laugh as the events of the afternoon slowly settled in my head. “So your great-grandfather’s friend sent us to a sex club for people with extreme junk.”
“Yep.”
“You know what, Terry? You were right. I should hang out with shifters more.”
