Avoiding his mates had been difficult. Emotionally, physically… Ethically? His heart ached to be with them, but the bombshell they’d dropped on him mid-sex a few evenings before had made his soul weep.
So, Viraj did what anyone else would do… He shifted, flew off with a bare handful of belongings, and camped out in one of their mines.
Not only had he been a Dette… A Dette that should have been bartered and sold like his brother. He’d been a broken Dette, which seemed worse than being Hijada somehow. Perhaps it explained hissize. He’d never seen a Dette’s cock before, discounting his own, so perhaps they were small, too.
He sighed heavily and stared at his phone; his brother’s number had been hovering on the screen for hours. Hours he’d never get back as the battery to his phone dwindled into the teens.
I’ll leave it up to chance.He closed his eyes, circled his finger hovering in the air, and stabbed aimlessly in the direction of his phone. His finger collided with the screen with a soft beep, and nothing happened for a long few seconds.
He opened his eyes as he sighed in relief.Well, Chance said not to call hi—
It rang.
Viraj fumbled with the phone, trying to hang up before his brother’s voice answered. “Viraj?”
Viraj cleared his throat a few times, voice cracking as he thought of all the things he wanted to say, all the things he wanted to ask.
“Brother? What’s wrong? Here, let me go somewhere private and get you off speakerphone.” A groan of multiple males petered out in the background as Ryan fussed at someone whose finger was somewhere hereally wishedhe hadn’t heard him being admonished for. A muttered, “And no finishing until I’m back.”
Well, if Viraj had a mood, it was ruined.
“Viraj?” Ryan came back onto the phone, and Viraj’s mind blanked.
“How big is your coc—”
“Excuse me!” Ryan spluttered on the other end. “Do fucking what? How big is my—Viraj!”
“I need to know if it’s small! If mine’s small… Do Dettes have tiny penises?” The words tumbled out and Ryan remained silent for a long moment.
“Are you drunk? High? How much nestblossom have you smoked?” Ryan coughed as if he’d been drinking something.
“You can smoke it?” That had Viraj’s attention.
“Smoke it, snort it, drink teas of it. You can even take a suppository—” Ryan rattled off before huffing. “But no, why are you asking about my dick?”
“I found out… Gaspard… I’m…” Viraj cleared his throat.
“You’re concerned about your size and thought I’d be the person to ask? You’re a Drake, of course it’s bigger than mine, I’ll say that much!” Ryan grumbled on the other end. “Is that why you won’t look for a Dette? You thinking they’ll be bigger than you?”
“I am a Dette!” The words spat free of his lips, a secret slipping through the cracks in his façade. Nothing he did could draw those words back or prevent them from hanging there in silence.
“What?” Ryan remained quiet. “Explain.”
“I—I have spines and things, so they assumed I was a Drake. I thought I was Hijada and Gaspard told Gatlin and Teige that I’m a Dette. Something to do with hormonal balances…thing.” Viraj cleared his throat anxiously. “I never knew.”
“So, you should have had a pin put in you from the beginning?” Ryan’s voice went cold.
“Should? No. I miraculously escaped the fate, but I’m uncertain of the details of my malady and I’ve always beensmall.” Viraj cleared his throat.
“Your dragon is at least a quarter bigger than mine.” Ryan scoffed.
“Small.”Viraj emphasized.
“Oh. Well, Dettes aren’t as impressive as Drakes. We’re—from what I’ve seen and what is documented in the textbooks… Normal is about three to six inches.” Ryan’s nervous huff fluttered in the phone’s speaker, tickling Viraj’s ear.
Viraj exhaled slowly. “I’m…at the lower end of that scale.”
Ryan clicked his tongue. “And?”
