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“Look, my best frenemy travels on a giant flying dildo. I’ve been hit by cum rain more than once in my life. I spent a month on a literal ghost ship with ghost pirates, and I’ve met talking, walking, floating penises, including one that wore glasses and tried to write a sitcom on a laptop. The supe world is fucking weird. That’s a good thing. I tried to be normal once—” I had used a relic to try to turn my dark magic into light magic, thinking it would solve all my problems. “And all I did was make the world even fucking weirder.”
I had miscast the spell, making my, Juniper’s, and Ram’s magical abilities go fucking haywire. “I hurt my friend in the process,” I admitted, my voice going quieter. “You can’t fight the strangeness, and why should we? People read books and watch movies because the human world is fucking boring.”
Elliot’s shoulders relaxed, just a little. “You’re saying weird is good.”
“I’m saying blow your cock and make music with it. You’re good at it.”
Elliot stared down at the table, then he took a deep, slow breath and offered me his hand.
My heart leaped like fucking Frogger. I placed my palm against his and interlaced our fingers. His touch sent a jolt up my arm, and the butterflies in my stomach danced like Lúthien among the hemlocks.
Chapter 27
Withmyfingersinterlacedwith Elliot’s, I pulled him into the stacks so we could talk without waking Moe. I took his other hand and drew him in closer. His nose brushed against mine, making heat pool deep in my belly.
“Does…” I swallowed a lump in my throat. Fuck, I shouldn’t be nervous about any man. “Does this mean you accept the mate bond?”
In response, Elliot let go of my hand and cupped my cheek. As his lips touched mine, warmth spread through my limbs. His kiss was tender, cautious, like sticking your foot in a pool to test the temperature before diving in.
I wanted to grab him and stick my tongue down his throat and his cock down mine—I wondered if I could make music with it—but I held back. I let him test my waters.
He should test the moisture by faceplanting in our pussy.
Shut up, brain! He’s not sure about us yet.
Pussy will make him sure.
Stop it!
Elliot pulled on my bottom lip gently, making it ache for more. As our mouths parted, he sighed.
“What do you think?” I said, squeezing his hand.
He looked at me from under his dark lashes. “I think… maybe I do get a magical fairy tale after all.”
A smile split my face (like he should split our pussy,my brain added).
“It seems too good to be true, and those things usually are,” Elliot added, leaning against the bookshelf next to me. He placed his free hand on my hip, and I rubbed his biceps, delighting in the feel of solid muscle under his suit jacket.
“You’d think so,” I said. “But mates are common among supes, and the spell is more common in Silver Springs than blisters from cheap shoes.”
Elliot’s finger tapped on my hip. He must have a nervous tick too, like my nail biting. “Magic was never common for me, even though I lived my whole life around supes. It just bypassed me, mostly.”
I leaned my head to the side to rest it against his shoulder. “I won’t ever bypass you… if you’ll have me, that is.” Since when was I such a fucking romantic? I should have been grossed out, but damn, I was enjoying it.
Elliot stopped tapping his finger. “Was I hit on the head? Am I dreaming? Did I go insane in solitary?”
I pinched his arm.
“Ow!”
“Not a dream,” I pointed out.
Elliot chuckled.
“Solitary hallucinations usually aren’t pleasant,” I added. I had experienced a few but had been sane enough to recognize them for what they were. I also knew others who had experienced all-consuming ones.
“True,” Elliot said. “My brain wouldn’t make up something this nice.”
