“It’s embarrassing?”
“I mean, I’m right in the middle somewhere. I got enough to get in there and tag a Drake’s pro—”
“Okay!” Viraj cleared his throat. “I’ve never had much interest inthat.”
“Most Dettes don’t. Well, save for Frik—nevermind.”
“Frikka is not a normal Dette by any stretch of—” Viraj hesitated. “But he is older and more educated and knows more of the taboo.”
“You know what? Excellent idea. Call Frikka. I don’t need to hear about your sex, you don’t need to hear about mi—” Ryan hesitated. “Do you go into heat?”
“Supposedly I have times I scent strong and—”
“Oh, like Bastien…”
“Yeah.” Viraj sighed. “And I get w-wet.”
“Well, at least there’s that. Go call Frikka. My heat is starting soon, so give me a call in…oh two weeks?”
“You last that long?” Viraj swallowed hard. “If I have a full one…with the medicines they gave me.”
“Sometimes. Sometimes not. I’m on suppressants.” Ryan hummed. “You should be, too.”
“Why?”
“First heat is always the worst. Anyways, ta-ta. Marc is available if you need anything. Bastien’s in for the spring. I’ll be by tomorrow evening, I’m certain. You’re likely due soon, too, I suppose.” And at that, Ryan hung up.
Viraj checked his battery and saw he had 11 percent left, so he could either read a dirty fanfiction or… He bit the bullet and pulled Frikka’s number up.
He answered on the first ring with a jovialHallo.
“Frikka, it’s Viraj Vritra clan Silverton Stoor.” Viraj announced his station and earned a huff in response.
“I had someDettequestions.” Viraj cleared his throat nervously.
“Figured it out? I know your Drakes are stupid, but I thought you might catch the hint sooner. Pretending to be Drake pretending to be other.” Frikka spat somewhere, making Viraj flinch.
“Couldn’t anyone have thought to tell me?”
“I made assumption you liked being a Drake, and it’s rude to correct someone. Not my business what goes in your bum or on your cock, as long as everyone consents.” Frikka sucked at his teeth on the other end. “As long as they’re of age. Otherwise, I may pay you a visit.”
“Nope. Everyone of age. I—I didn’t know.” Viraj took a deep breath.
“I figured that out, eventually. Then I thought you were maybeother, and then you just happened to shift one dayaround me and I knew right away. You’re a little imbalanced, but nothing old healing and medicine couldn’t fix. I wanted to offer to help you, but I didn’t know what those mates of yours would do once they figured it out.” Frikka’s voice echoed as if he entered another room with bare walls. “What more do you need to know to have some fun as a Dette?”
“Gaspard and Bastien—”
“They healed and gave you medicine. Your heat will come soon. Lots of slick. Stinking drunk on love. You’ll know you’re deep in it when you think of a Drake other than your mate and your dragon gives you theeh, maybe?And not thefuck off and die.”
Viraj did his best to think of other Drakes and while they didn’t seem appealing, his dragon gave a sneer of distaste—not quite afuck off, which concerned him.
“What do I do?” Viraj sat and huffed. “I—”
“Do you want pups?” Frikka’s tone went flat as the tinkle of water running interrupted their call.
“Of course. I would…” Viraj rested a hand on his belly, thinking of bearing a full clutch of eggs, how good it felt to have his mates fill him with cum, despite how much of a mess it made things. Hot cum swimming in his belly sounded amazing, and his cock stirred. “I would like to give my mates pups.”
“But doyouwant the pups? You will be the one raising them. Drakes can make a sword of their incompetence. The weaponed incompetence!”
