Page 90 of Allegiant

I’m oddly touched that they thought of me. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“No problem. I figured you’d be bored and would want to be involved. You seem fun.” His eyes flick up and down me, and he shrugs. “Mostly.”

“I am fun. Mostly.”

He grins at me as Ansel comes over and pulls me into a hug.

“Glad you’re here. Welcome to the family.”

I mean, it’s a little too soon for that, if ever, but I can’t bring myself to point that out. “Aren’t witchy things supposed to be done under the moonlight?”

“Fuck the moon,” Neo grunts and then lifts the spoon and holds it out to Ansel. “I don’t need the moon for this shit. This is…whimsy and ferality. When you’re with a rich fucker like Wylder, you find yourself with random hobbies and realize you can do whatever you’d like…whenever you’d like.”

“Like witchcraft?”

“Yeah, like witchcraft. Even got a book. Ansel bought it for me at the thrift shop.” He holds a worn book with crumbling pages and a torn spine out to me. “Found a potion in here, looked fun.”

“What’s it for?” I ask, leafing through the pages as Harley leans over my shoulder to look.

Neo taps on the instructions, and I let out a small laugh. “A potion for bigger dicks?”

“Yeah. Well, they don’t call them dicks, do they? They call them…scepters. But I could read between the lines.”

“Hmm.” I eye the bubbling liquid in the copper pot dubiously. “Is that safe?”

“If you get a bigger dick, does it matter?”

I glance down at my crotch and then back at Neo. I’ve never really thought much about my dick, to be honest. I’m a bottom and don’t really need my cock to be substantial. Most men don’t care as long as my hole is ready and willing.

Harley scratches his head. “In all honesty, I don’t want mine bigger. It already puts some guys off.”

Ansel sighs dreamily. “Must be the Buckingham genes.”

“Definitely true with Wylder.” Neo nods solemnly before turning to me. “What about Samson?”

“Oh,” I say, flustered. “I’m not sure he’d want me to⁠—”

“That’s a yes,” Neo says. “Anyway, listen, we all want bigger dicks. Or bigger balls or bigger something. That’s not specified in the recipe, but listen, it will work. We’re using the Bardlebabble berries. It has to be successful.”

“Oh, yes, the berries.”

He rolls his eyes and holds a strawberry out toward me. “Not just any berry. Try it, and then you’ll understand. Apparently they’re rare. Just⁠—”

“Don’t tell Jules,” Harley finishes for him.

I put the strawberry between my lips, and my eyes widen. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. They’re super expensive and amazing, so this mixed with everything else… Big dicks. Bigger than anything anyone’s ever seen.”

Harley snorts and Ansel makes a face. “I don’t know if I want a big dick swinging between my legs. Sounds horrendous.”

Neo scoffs. “Shut up. Everyone wants at least two more inches. Just drink the damn juice.”

I glance at Harley, and he winks at me as Neo dishes some of the boiling red liquid into small crystal glasses. It looks far too hot and makes my stomach roil slightly at the thought of consuming it, but when he hands me a glass, I can’t say no.

I want them to like me. To keep liking me. I haven’t been part of a family like this in years. It makes me feel…

Wanted.