Page 23 of King’s Kismet

Palmer sighed as he came out of the kitchen. “Do you have to jerk off in the living room? This is the second time I’ve walked through here and seen you half naked.”

“We need a new couch,” Vaughn muttered.

York bumped my shoulder as he stopped beside me. “Have fun with that.”

“He’s not trying that with me,” I stated, then turned to my vampire. “You are not trying that on me.”

“Why?” he challenged me. “You’re the most indestructible out of everyone here.”

“Everyone here isn’t an option on the table,” Briggs grumbled.

“Not it,” my fae declared.

Stone shook his head. “Hell no.”

I glanced down at Novak’s dick. “I don’t care how good you are in bed… I’m not fixing another wall. So if you blow a hole in one, you better get real handy real quick.”

“Why are you jerking off in the living room?” my mage asked, needing the clarification before he could write this conversation off as usual vampire bullshit. “You still haven’t answered that.”

“Put your dick up, Novak,” York instructed, though Novak didn’t listen.

My vampire simply shrugged at Palmer’s question. “I was reading.”

“And just decided the story was so good you were going to cum on the pages?” Stone inquired, nodding as if he already knew the answer.

“No,” he argued. “I put the book down.”

“Why is it open?” my demon countered.

Novak chuckled to himself. “I was reading back to see if there was a cum shot from his perspective—”

“It’s not porn.” My mage frowned as he shook his head.

“Because I wanted to know what he was thinking,” my vampire continued, as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “Like… If he had any tricks of the trade, so to speak.”

“I can’t fucking deal with him,” Briggs grouched, stomping off. “I’m going to the kitchen.”

“You know that’s fiction, right?” Palmer cautiously asked.

Novak scoffed. “Says who? You, the person who didn’t write this firsthand account of his dramatic and intoxicating love story?”

“Oh my gods,” my mage whispered to me. “I quit.”

“Why are you reading?” Vaughn queried. “You have a gig coming up that you need to get ready for—”

“I finished,” my vampire answered with a grin.

I snorted before I could stop myself. “That sounds so… wrong while you’ve got your dick out.”

“Nothing sounds right while he’s standing in the middle of the living room with his dick in his hand and his pants around his ankles,” my druid confirmed.

“Well, they weren’t around my ankles while I was sitting down,” Novak mumbled.

York wandered away from us, chuckling before calling over his shoulder, “I can’t argue with that.”

Vaughn rubbed his temples, exasperated. “Will you please put your dick up so we can—”

“No,” my vampire cut in, glancing down at himself. “I think I’ll leave him out for the rest of the day. He needs the air. It’s been a tiring afternoon.”