Page 40 of Bad Blood Alpha

“Check out all our front porches,” Lissa said.

Kira looked back and forth among the crew, all with their innocent faces on. “So dead glitter animals are, like, a thing?”

“Believe it or not,” Flynn said from behind her, “It means Xander likes you. Or at least, he approves of you.”

“I approve of you getting laid,” Xander called past Kira to Flynn. Flynn just gave him the finger and headed back into the kitchen.

Kira, to her annoyance, blushed deep red.

Xander stared at her, eyes wide. “Ooh, you did get laid!” He put his elbows on the breakfast bar and leaned toward her, his face the picture of polite fascination. “Was it his first time? Were you gentle with him? Did you teach him where all the parts go? Was there at least a lot of motion in the ocean, to make up for the teeny size of his dick?”

Flynn growled, “Shut the fuck up, Xander. You’re embarrassing her.”

He was stirring something in a bowl that looked like batter. Seeing Flynn being domestic almost made Kira drop her glitter squirrel.

Caitlyn said to Flynn, “I think you are boinking her. You didn’t care when he embarrassed me.”

“Or me,” Lissa said. Her voice grew suspiciously breathless. “Maybe she is his mate.”

“Flynn cared when Xander embarrassed me,” Jenny said, coming in with Brandon. “He told him to stop it.”

Caitlyn and Lissa both turned to look at her, then at each other.

“He did?”

“Huh.”

“Maybe he’s just getting soft.”

Flynn growled, “Maybe you assholes just don’t want any pancakes.”

Jasmin said, from over by the stove, “Or maybe princesses just have tender, fragile feelings.”

Brody nodded, munching on a strip of bacon. “Easily crushed, like delicate flowers.”

Kira pulled her knife out of the squirrel and pointed it at the top of Brody’s head, making a circle like she was going to slice the top of it right off. “Mmmm. Wolf brains.”

Brody grinned.

Kira shook the squirrel, raining more glitter onto the polished floorboards. “So, who’s cooking the glitter squirrel? Anybody?”

“Put it back on the Welcome mat,” Flynn said. “Xander will take care of it after breakfast.”

Kira went back down the hall and deposited the sad dead squirrel on its mat. It was disgusting, but it was kind of funny. Not that she was going to let Xander know that.

She came back to the kitchen, dusting off her hands, and saw the trail she’d left. “I hope somebody’s going to sweep up the fucking glitter. Because it’s not going to be me.”

“Sloan will clean that up.” Flynn’s tone was casual, but implacable. Nobody argued.

With a martyred sigh, Sloan gave Jasmin his plate of grated cheese and pulled a mini vacuum out of one of the cupboards. “I’m telling you, it doesn’t do any good. Glitter. Forever.” He started vacuuming.

“Not that stuff,” Jenny said, over the sound of the vacuum. “That’s the edible glitter.”

Kira stopped in the act of pouring herself a cup of coffee. “They make edible glitter?”

“We make it ourselves,” Jenny said, passing her the cream. “Out of sugar and food coloring. Had to. Brandon’s panther will eat anything, and I was starting to get afraid his intestines would be permanently coated with glitter.”

“Or, Xander could stop leaving glitter animals around,” Kira pointed out.