She rolled her eyes. “Ha ha. Faith’s totally in love with Thor and now you’re totally falling for Nix. Mom is going to be so happy for all of us.”
I held up my hand. “Don’t count your chickens, Trin. I am not falling anywhere,” I countered.
“But he’s your mate.” Faith wrapped her arms around herself and curled up on the couch like a sleepy, pink kitten. So cute, my twin. She got all the fluff and I got all the fire.
“He’s not my anything. Not yet.” We hadn’t had all that much time talking about the whole mating thing. He’d said often enough I was his mate. He’d tossed out the word ‘mine’ frequently, even made me say it a time or two, but his cock had been buried deep inside me at the time. If he’d told me to shout ‘squirrel feathers’ I would have.
“Well, he’s had you, multiple times, unless I miss my guess,” Faith countered. She wore soft pajamas in pale pink. They were cute and comfy and totally her. “Destiny’s first walk-of-shame. Mom will be so proud.” Her soft laughter was so familiar and full of love and sisterhood and everything I’d missed that tears gathered in my eyes. Stupid.
“Oh, shut up.” So what? Yes, Nix and I had woken everyone up after our dawn walk of shame from the fortress. But what else were we supposed to do? The only tunnel he knew how to crawl around in was the one that ended up in this very room. Trinity and Leo’s bedroom. I’d just been thankful they’d been sleeping and not sexing it up when we knocked on the hidden door.
“What the hell are you wearing?” I asked Trin, finally getting to take a moment to eye her.
She glanced down at herself. “Unlike your twin, I don’t have the inclination or time to figure out the S-Gen machine. So this is what I end up with.” She tugged at the gray sweats that looked like they came from a women’s penitentiary.
“I’m surprised Leo’s still with you in a get-up like that,” I countered. It was pretty ugly.
She angled her head, gave me the stink eye. “You think he lets me wear clothes when we’re alone?”
“Good point,” I conceded. I’d known Leo for a few days, tucked away in his quarters after the incident with assassins jumping through windows and fighting with Jax guards. What a cluster fuck that had been.
Turned out, the good guys had been the bad guys and the bad guys, at least one of them, had been Nix. The male now claiming I was his one and only mate.
Insane.
“Why aren’t you asking about Faith’s sex life? I mean, she’s mated to Thor.”
I glanced at my twin, who blushed hotly.
“Who wants hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows?” Faith asked.
My mouth fell open. “Here? Now? I’d think we all needed some whiskey or something.” With all the danger and chaos and death, fluffy marshmallows weren’t high on my list. But they did sound good.
She hopped up from the couch. “Whatever. We always have cocoa and extra marshmallows when we have slumber parties.”
“This isn’t a slumber party,” Trinity countered, tucking her feet up beneath her, but she didn’t say no to the hot drink.
“I think our slumber party days are over,” Faith agreed. “I mean, they’re fun and all, but I’d rather sleep in Thor’s arms than in a Wonder Woman sleeping bag.”
“I doubt Leo would let me sleep anywhere but with him,” Trinity added.
They looked to me. “What? You think I’d let Nix decide where I sleep?” I laughed. “Please. I’d kick his ass before he bossed me around.”
They stared at me, wide-eyed.
“What?”
“I’d think your ass would be red for thoughts like that.”
I blushed. I couldn’t help it. He’d spanked me in the shower the night before. But we’d also been naked and wet—me from more than just the water raining down—and it had also been hot as hell. The stinging swats had only amped my desire for him. Who knew I had a spanking fetish?
I’d never expected that, but with Nix… oh yeah. I’d come and come hard from his dominance.
Not that I was going to tell him that. Or admit it to my sisters. “You two might be into the alpha male bossiness thing your mates have going on. Not me.”
They continued to stare at me.
“What?” I asked again. I began to feel uncomfortable as they kept doing it. “Is it my hair?” I ran my hand over the black strands, totally m