The little one in question was eyeballing them with flashing green eyes.
“You could be right, brother.”
“I can hear you,” she growled.
“Duh, you’re a...I don’t know what you are actually,” Atika remarked, scratching his head.
“Eyes off my female.” The huge male lifted the gun he’d been rubbing like a lover, aiming it toward them.
“Alright, that’s enough of that. I can’t leave you for like—however long I’ve been gone—and you go and rile my wolfie friends. Turo, put the gun down.”
Silence descended as a pink-haired female appeared in the center of the room, along with a blonde who had more power than Abyle had ever felt. A Goddess for sure, or at the very least, Goddess touched. He almost fell to his knees to offer his undying something or other to her, but his first loyalty was to his mate. Their dragon mate, who was right fucking there, sadness written all over her, still sexy as hell, and so damn gorgeous his dick was hard as nails.
“Are you both going to stand there staring, or you going to get over here and say hello?”
Abyle had to swallow a couple times while his brother growled. He tossed his arm out, stopping the idiot from stomping forward in a show of aggression. Big freaking no on that one, he roared through their twin bond. As twins and brothers, they shared a unique connection. If Atika was hurt, he felt it, so he had no wish to watch whatever punishment the little female doled out.
“Do not fear me, bearies. I won’t hurt either of you if you’re good to my Lula. Hurt her, and all bets are off, though. Oh, I’m Jenna by the way, and we need to hurry this little meet and greet along. My babies are needing me, and my mates will be here in less than ten Earth minutes.”
“Ah sheot,” one of the wolves muttered. Abyle didn’t check to see which, but he was pretty sure it was the one who didn’t fear the alpha.
“Lula, we would never hurt you. You’re our truemate.” Atika’s voice was low, filled with longing.
Lula took a step toward them, her hands reaching out. “I’m sorry I ran. It freaked me out a little. I never thought of myself as a cougardragon.”
“Ah, Lula, you can’t be a cougardragon when they’re bears and you’re a dragon. I think it would be like...impossible. Ouch! Why’d you slap me, heifer?”
“Goddess save me. Lyric, she was referring to the fact they are younger than her.”
“Joz, you slap me one more time, and I don’t care how big your mate’s gun is. I will shoot you with it,” Lyric warned.
“His gun is really big.”
“Are we talking about the gun he’s massaging like a lover or...”
“Xan, do you really want to know that answer?”
“Everyone, shut the fuck up before I lose my shit,” Kellen roared, making the liquor bottles rattle.
“Ah sheot, Daddy’s mad.”
Kellen turned toward Xan, pinning him with a stare that would made a lesser man piss his pants.
“Wolfies, quiet.” Jenna snapped her fingers.
Although they weren’t governed by her, even he was inclined to chill, and through his link with Atika he felt peace settle over him as well.
“Female, what the fuck did you do?” he asked the tiny Fey.
“Like I said before, I don’t have time for all the male posturing and shit you tend to do. Now, let’s get on with the getting. Kellen, can we take this to your office, please? Turo, please entertain the children and women out here, minus Lula, of course.”
Turo obviously agreed as he placed the big ass gun somewhere under the cabinet then he snatched the tiny female, who was clearly his mate, next to him in a possessive embrace. Crazy woman purred, a weird sound that was an odd mix of wolf and other sound emanating from her. Abyle had no time to discern what it was as he followed his pink-haired mate and the Fey toward a door. Their mate’s hips went back and forth in the most enticing way.
“You watching my ass, beary?” Lula asked staring straight ahead.
Did all females have eyes in the back of their heads?
“Yep,” he answered honestly. He wasn’t gonna start their relationship with a lie if he could avoid it.
“Good to know.”
Her sweet cotton-candy scent increased with every step she took. Fucking amazing.
Chapter Five
LULA COULD FEEL THE anger and need rolling off of her mates. Her dragon was itching to flash all of them to a place less populated than the Iron Wolves club. The silly hussy wanted to mate with the big males, only she wasn’t ruled by her beasts. She was ruled by nobody but herself. We are dragon, female.
“Jenna, you realize I’m the alpha here, don’t you?”
“You realize you’re out-femaled here, don’t you?” Jenna retorted.
“Both of you, shut it before I set your asses on fire,” Lula growled. “Goddess, I just sounded like a wolfie.”
“That’s unacceptable. Be like a bear. We rumble.” Atika slid next to her, his nose tickling her ear.
“Beary, I will—” her words died in her throat as Abyle moved in on her other side.
“Boys, the three of you won’t fit through the door...or you will, my bad.” Jenna’s laughter sounded like silver bells.
“What the flying monkey asses did you do?” Kellen roared, and this time the liquor bottles shattered.
“Kellen Motherfucking Styles, I’m not cleaning up that mess,” Laikyn yelled.
“Wolfies, stop yelling. Aw, look at my little wolfie babies.” Lula hurried over to the little prison Laikyn had her sons corralled in. “What kind of thing is this, and what did they do to be put in confinement? Surely they can get out for good behavior?”
Lyric, the little female she loved like a crazy sister, laughed from behind her. “It’s called a playgate, only it’s been shifterfied. You know, for shifter babes.”
“I’m assuming that is a good thing?” Lula bent down to pick up a little boy in each arm. The sound of two bears moaning made her blush.
“Son-of-a-fucking-dragonlovingbear,” Abyle growled.
“Down, boys.” Jenna patted Abyle, her touch like a mother soothing a child.
“Um, Jenna, my dragon don’t like you touching them.”
Power flooded the room moments before two men, each holding a little girl, entered.
“For fucks sake. What did I say about that shit?” Kellen muttered.
“Temper temper, wolf.”
“Damien, didn’t I say to give me ten minutes?” Jenna asked, but her eyes lit up.
“Your two crotch goblins wouldn’t wait.”
They all turned at the sound of a booming voice. Lula grinned, loving the batshit male who also shared DNA with Satan and an angel. “Creed, you probably shouldn’t refer to these two little angels as crotch goblins.”
Creed pointed at Jenna. “That’s what she calls them.”
Jenna had a finger over her lips making a zipping motion. “I mean, they kinda gobbled their way out of my vajayjay, and they gobble everything they get their mouths on. Goddess, don’t glare at me with such censure on your faces or no fucky fucky for you two.”