I went through every book in the bookshop where I found that particular heavy tome she’s holding. Then I went through all the ones in the next town and the one after that, traveling until my wings gave out, until I found something that made any kind of sense.
Considering I have what Tor calls ‘trouble keeping on track’ and ‘difficulty keeping my damn mouth shut for more than two minutes’, I impressed myself. Really, I did.
Too bad that telling anyone would mean revealing my new party trick, and that’s something I’m not willing to do. Not yet, anyway. I’ve been testing it out, flexing the limits. I flew for longer and further, taking breaks and then kept going until I was miles from anywhere. When I landed, I mooched about, read asmany books as I could until my eyes were practically bleeding, then I found the fanciest place I could sleep. Then, when I woke up, I did the whole thing again.
Days and days went by until I wound up losing track of time entirely. I must have washed and dried and rewashed my underwear a half dozen times.
I’m no closer to understanding it than I was before I started my little experiment. But I did manage to find some answers for Aster.
I plop down right in front of Reva, lolling back until my head is in her lap. Tor lets out a little grumble of displeasure, and Aster’s eyebrows shoot up. Reva though, she just peers down at me with a slight frown. Then her hands are in my hair, giving a few tentative strokes.
I let out a long sigh. I’ve been starved of company recently, and I’ve missed them.
Missed her.
Part of me wonders if anyone noticed I was gone. A needy part that I silence immediately. I like being able to fly off and do my own thing without telling anyone. But sure, I like having people wonder where I am. I’d like them to stare out to sea or up into the sky, wondering where I might be or if the next bird to appear will have my majestic wings.
“Is that why you were gathered in that weird little circle earlier?” I ask. “You were trying to summon me home?”
Tor snorts. “We were trying to fix my hands, you self-absorbed arse.”
“Ah, finally showed them off, did you?”
“You knew?” Reva’s voice comes out soft, but she stops stroking my hair and I freeze.
Pasting on my most charming grin, I grab her hand and give it a squeeze before returning it to the top of my head. “Have youbeen giving him a hard time for keeping it quiet?” I ask. “I hope you’ve really been making him squirm.”
“That’s your thing, not mine,” Tor mutters.
It is. It really is. I’d fucking love it if she told me off for being a cheeky little shit and then made me prove myself to her. Maybe she could even tug on my hair and then kiss me deeply and tell me I’m a good boy.
But I’m getting distracted.
... and hard.
Not the right time for my little buddy to start getting excited. I need to focus on boring things. Kitchen tiles. Dust motes. Books. So many books.
“So... the, er, sex magic,” Reva says softly. “Do you think it can help Torin with his hands?”
“Sex magic,” I repeat the words. Partly because I love saying them and partly because Tor keeps puckering his mouth when I say the words and I enjoy forcing him to make involuntary facial expressions.
“Do you actually have anything useful?” he grumbles.
Reva starts running her fingers through my hair again. She huffs a low chuckle, tugging on a handful, just as though she read my mind. My eyes meet hers as my cock hardens even further, twitching underneath the open book I’m using to disguise it.
“Sex magic?” she says, her lips twitching as she joins me in teasing Torin.
“Sex magic.” I nod, then immediately regret the movement, dropping my head back into her lap.
“Can we all stop saying those two words?” Torin grumbles. Man, he is in a mood.
“What’s got you so grumpy?” I ask, and the look he gives me is absolutely blistering.
Then he waves his arms around, and I screw up my nose in understanding. “Oh yeah. No hands.”
“They still work just fine.” He reaches over and flicks me on the knee. I jerk, nearly dislodging the book in my lap which is currently the only thing keeping me from flashing my rock-hard cock at the rest of them.
“Are you sure?” I twist to look up at Reva. “You can tell me if they don’t work right. I can keep a secret,” I mock whisper that last part earning me another flick to the knee.
