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My eyes are continually drawn back to Ali’s bracelet. It’s niggling at my mind. I’m not sure why, but I’m not going to let it go without investigation.
They talk amongst themselves, but my magic pulses with interest.
I need to get my hands on that piece of jewelry.
Atlas shoves down his wrapper, yanking his phone from his pocket. He curses under his breath. “The council is still crawling around. Saber made it clear you’re to stay home until the dust settles.” Ali opens her mouth to respond, but Atlas continues, “That’s at Dread’s request. He’s also asking for everyone to come back in for the night. They’re putting several council members up in rooms at The Den.”
I barely hold my tongue. I want to express my distaste for how the owners run their business. They need a better system than constantly overworking their employees. It’s got to be close to two in the morning, and we just made it in after an unbelievably long day.
It’s no wonder my wife is rundown all the fucking time. They abuse her kindness and exploit it. I’m not sure I should go into The Den.
It’s highly unlikely I’ll be able to hold myself back from telling them exactly what I think of them.
“I’ll go,” Malice says, like he can read my mind. “I can be nearly as efficient as the soothsayer. I won’t be able to learn anything outside of what they discuss when they think they’re alone, but that’s often more than enough.”
Atlas elbows Hex in the thigh.
Hex glares, but Atlas gives him some look I can’t decipher.
“I’ll go too,” the grumpy kraken finally concedes.
“We’ll be back before morning.” Atlas pushes himself off the floor. He leans over, giving Ali a tender kiss as Malice places her on the middle cushion. Hex follows suit, kissing her deeply while I watch with a bit of unhealthy fascination.
How the bloody fuck has he managed to get so much closer to her than I have?
They exit, and things quickly nosedive into awkwardness.
Ali huffs, shoving the food wrappers back in the bag. “I think they planned that to give us some one-on-one time.”
“Agreed.” I cross my ankle over the opposite knee. “Any ideas on what we should do?”
Her long hair is still wet from her shower with Hex, but she didn’t truly get clean. Not from what I saw, anyway. Visions of her on her knees for him play through my mind.
Gods, it’s been a lot of years since I felt true desire.
It’s probably uncalled for to be so unapologetically hard every time I glance in my wife’s direction, but I physically can’t help but respond to her.
“How about a shower?” I offer. I could definitely do with a chance to relieve some of this tension. Her eyes widen. “Separately, of course.” I smirk. “Not that I’m opposed to showering together, but I’d like the opportunity to talk and...” I shrug. Saying I don’t think I could keep my hands to myself seems inappropriate.
“Okay,” she agrees, gathering up the trash. “Let’s shower and then we can talk.”
A wide smile crosses my face.
* * *
Even the water beating down on my cock is enough to ensure I have to jerk off not once, but twice, before exiting the guest shower.
I manifest a pair of sweats but don’t bother with a shirt.
Is it playing dirty?
Perhaps, but I’ve got three other monsters vying for her attention. I have no choice except to play the cards I’ve been dealt.
I flex in the mirror, checking out the dark lines of my tattoos. They cover nearly ninety percent of my body from the neck down. Most are runes and tribal-shaped sigils. The sweats slide low on my hips as I swipe the long blond hair on the top of my head back.
Malice has made repeated snide comments that I’d fit in with a human punk rock band. I pull my shoulders back, shaking away his ridiculous taunting that’s only meant to torment me.
I’m a fucking Seelie prince, and I look like one.
