“He’s obsessed with romance novels,” I tell him.
Everest grins widely. “Of course he is. They’re the best.”
Rathyn slides up next to Everest and wraps his tail around his waist, tugging him close. “Iam the best.”
Everest rolls his eyes and swats at the tail surrounding him. “Oh my god, stop. Let me go. I want to see my friend.”
“Say it,” Rathyn growls.
Everest huffs loudly. “Fine. You’re the best. Now release me. I want to hug Cielo.”
As if hearing him say that, Cielo turns around and drops the last book into the bag, grinning at Everest. “Hug…friennnnd,” he says lowly, and Everest sniffles as he drags Cielo into his arms.
“You added the ‘d’. Oh my god.”
“Do not cry, my Everest,” Rathyn says more softly and tenderly than he usually speaks. It’s…different. And interesting.
Everest seems unbothered, so it must happen all the time in private. “You look so good, though. So much better.” His eyes catch mine. “The herbs and stuff are working?”
I flush. So is the cum, but I can’t tell him that. “Yeah.”
Rathyn leans down and pulls Everest into his arms for a squeeze before letting him go. It’s interesting to see the intense way Rathyn is possessive. I can’t help but wonder if it will ever be like that for Cielo and me. I want it to.
I want to feel the way Rathyn makes Everest feel. But I don’t know if I’ll ever get that chance.
Everest leans back in for another hug, and Cielo wraps him up tightly, his tail lifting him up slightly, cradling his ass as he does. It makes something ugly unravel inside of me.
It feels a lot like jealousy, but I tamp it down. If Rathyn can cope, then so can I.
“That is enough,” Rathyn says after a long moment, and Cielo quickly puts Everest down.
When Everest sees the bag of books, he gasps. “Oh my god, you got some of my favorites.”
“Boooks,” Cielo adds, then nods with a grin.
Everest smiles back. “I love romance novels. Like, I’m literally obsessed.”
“You arenot,” Rathyn says loudly, earning a shush from a very disgruntled elderly librarian with bluish hair.
“I am too,” Everest says, lowering his voice as Rathyn continues to glare at the old woman. She’s not deterred, just purses her lips more tightly. “Oh my god, stop staring down old ladies. You’re going to get us kicked out.”
Rathyn huffs and turns his gaze back to Everest. “As you wish.”
I change the subject, wanting us to move somewhere where we’ll have a little more privacy for Rathyn to be…well, Rathyn.“We were just headed to the DVDs, to find some more ASL videos for Cielo to watch,” I say.
“Oh, that’s so cool. Yeah, let’s go. I want to grab some, too.”
I slide up to Cielo, and he glances down at me, the overstuffed bag in his hand. His claws have poked out slightly, and I stare at them. They aren’t always out, and I wonder what triggers them.
Nerves? Anger? He doesn’t seem like he’s feeling either of those here.
We round a corner, colorful trees painted on the walls, cartoonish birds and owls sitting in their branches.
“Looks like Erethar,” Everest says, and Rathyn scoffs.
“It looks nothing like my home. Erethar is majestic.Thiswas obviously done by a child.”
“Oh my god. Please stop talking,” Everest hisses and then shakes his head when Rathyn just curls his tail around him a little tighter. “You know what, let’s go find those DVDs, Dante.”
