Chapter 18

Jerome announcesan hour before dinner that it's time for us to get out of the pool. Ok, he tells us that dinner will be happening in an hour in the formal dining room and that clothes have been laid out in the guest rooms for us. How he knows what sizes we all are and where he got clothes for us is a mystery I'm content with leaving unraveled. Sometimes magic is just magical and that's all we need to know, and besides, I would be hella disappointed if it was some kind of non-magical thing.

Fox and I retreat to our room, and I assume everyone else knows where they're supposed to go. As soon as we're behind closed doors, Fox drops his speedo and grabs his cock. "We have time," he murmurs in a low, guttural voice that goes straight to my dick.

It"s the way he sounds when he's turned on and wants me, but he's willing to forgo sex if I'm not up for it. He's more than happy to jerk off and share the spoils in the form of pictures or videos if the frailty of my humanity gets in the way of my good time.

I haven't had that much to drink.

I'm not even tipsy at this point.

I drop my booty shorts and stroke my chubby, watching Fox's hand do the same for his. I lick my lips thinking it might be nice to have him in my throat before he rides me, but Fox likes to be in charge, so whatever he wants is what I want.

"Get on the bed," he orders me, reaching out to pull me closer to the bed. "On your back."

I obey with alacrity, jumping onto the bed and landing on my back with my head on a pillow.

Fox follows me up slowly, kissing the tops of my feet, the insides of my calves and thighs, all the way to my balls. He sucks on each of them and noses my cock, sucking it into his throat and swallowing around it.

Fuck, everything he does is perfect.

He releases my cock and moves up my body, licking up my happy trail and swirling his tongue into my belly button. He gives my nipples attention for a few minutes, then pushes my arms above my head and kisses my hairless armpits. He leaves a hickey on my collar bone before finally making it to my lips.

But the time he pushes his tongue into my mouth, I'm squirming with need, leaking a puddle of precum into my belly button, and so, so ready to get inside him. He grabs our cocks together as he kisses me and thrusts into his hand, dragging his silk over mine.

He groans and suddenly releases us, jerking. He moves so quickly, I'm not sure what's happening before his thighs are already on either side of my head and he's pushing his cock into my mouth.

I open for him, encouraging him with the press of my hand on his ass to fuck my mouth. He'll go as slow or as fast as he wants, but I'm here for whatever he's into right now. His teeth appear as he sucks in a hissing breath, and the intensity in his eyes as he stares down at me taking his cock makes mine jerk in excitement. He's fully focused on me and nothing else, and it wrecks me at the same time it makes me fly. I love his attention on me, when there's nothing else in the world for him except me. He's beautiful when he's like this.

His cock slips into my open throat and he thrusts as deep as he can get, pulls out, and does it again. Over and over. I gag and choke, tears form and fall, and Fox takes me to a buzzy place where I feel like nothing can touch us no matter what else is happening.

He growls, and that's the only warning I need before his movement falters and his cum paints my tongue. I swallow every drop until he pulls his cock out of my mouth, scoots down my body, holds my cock up, and sits on it, taking me all the way to the root in one swift slide.

He threads his fingers through mine, swiveling on my cock, and leans in close, staring into my eyes. "Mine," he rasps.

The warm, wet heat surrounding my cock, the look of love and need in my Fox's face, the sound of desperation in his voice—everything about this moment takes me straight to the brink of orgasm, and then he shoves me straight into ecstasy with one word.

"Romily."

How am I to ever resist my name on his lips?

I never will.

I unleash the torrent of my desire for him inside him, and he works me over until I'm almost too sensitive, then he moves off me, dropping to the bed beside me and pulling me into his embrace.

We'll be ready for dinner after a short nap.

When we walkinto the dining room, the fathers are all there, looking a little worse for wear. Tag looks immaculate as usual, but Bear has a slash across his face that looks a few days old and one of Amos's horns is broken at the base. Dakota has dark purple circles under his eyes, and he's paler than I've ever seen him.

I rush toward them with Fox on my heels and silently demand an explanation for the wear and tear by holding my hands out expectantly.

Tag runs a possessive hand down Bear's chest and explains, "There was some upset when the rankings reordered. Neither Gwendolyn nor I anticipated what combining would do to our new clan rankings. We both expected to land around the tenth ranking because Clan Silverbones should have been an average of our rankings, but combining put us in second place, one rank up from where we were before, and then when the Summer Court demanded that we pay obeisance, my new mother didn't think the demand was reasonable since the Summer Queen had never asked obeisance from any of the lower ranks before, and we ended up in a bloody little battle. Clan Silverbones is now the highest ranked clan in Fae, and the Summer Court is fourth, under Clan Caryn. Ashley was delighted to say the least."

So what you're saying is, I have a grandmother now.

Yes, I know that Fox and I aren't married yet. Trust me, I am well aware of the lack of ring on my beautiful finger, but that's just a technicality.

Tag smiles, and while it is genuine, it feels tired. I think maybe my future father-in-law is using glamour to hide whatever he looks like right now. "Please call her Grandma. I would love to see the look on her face when you do that."

Bone Grandma,I text—I've already decided that's what she's going to be to me. She can be Great Bone to Edovard and Bellamy.

I huff in laughter at that thought, turning to find Bellamy, who's going to hate calling her that; I can't wait to hear him do it.

"Bone Grandma?" Fox questions skeptically.

I shrug at Fox, communicating with my bright smile that he better not tell Bellamy about my plans before I introduce him to his new great grandmother.

Fox huffs a laugh and pulls me in for a kiss. He runs his hands up my suit-clad arms and rubs the tip of his nose against mine. "I would never."

That's true. He's my soulmate. He gets me.

The others come in as we take our seats (which are assigned with little note cards that have our names on them), and the staff serves us a dinner of comfort foods made by the most amazing brownie chef to ever exist. Everything that Chef Trellis makes is beyond amazing, and they will occasionally let me have a recipe, but mostly they keep their secrets. I think it's so that I keep visiting, but they tell me it"s because they don't trust the fathers not to replace them. As if they're replaceable.

As dinner progresses, we rehash everything we already have while catching everyone up on all the updates. Then we make a plan for when we're going to get everyone together to go free the universal force of neutrality (tomorrow). Once we're all on the same page, dinner's been eaten, and dessert consumed, the fathers call for cars and we all head to our various homes. Except Akile, the fathers invite him to stay, and I try not to think about Fox's previous concern that Dakota might try to seduce the guy who stole his phone.

Honestly, if Akile gets into Dakota's pants, more power to him, because that man is hot, even if he possibly fucked a unicorn.