Page 87 of First Ritual
Wild growled, and Rooke glanced at me.
I rose in the water and pulled down the high waistband on my two-piece suit—selected because it covered my X rune. “Does this help with your crossroad?”
Her jaw dropped.
Huxley muttered and my ears popped as a silence charm blocked the exit of our chamber.
Rooke’s blue eyes swirled purple. Her body vibrated for a moment, then… “That was the missing piece.” Eyes clear blue again, she crossed her long legs. “The rune means gift. However, that meaning stemmed from a tale of a goddess who became embroiled in a mating ritual with an animal.”
This time Corentin laughed with Sven. A quick check confirmed Wild glaring daggers at both of them.
Rooke continued, “The X denoted the first gift in the mating process.” She stopped, then blanched, and then screeched, “You’re in a mating ritual with Wild!”
Thank fuck for Huxley’s silence charm.
I trailed a finger over my X. “We weren’t sure before, but seems convenient that Viking man came to you with that particular story as we’d be questioning it.” Gotta love the ancestors.
“Please stop tracing your rune,” Wild hissed. “It’s making me hard.”
Huxley dashed the surface of the water. “Someone remind me to write that down later. Rune tracing gives him an erection. I don’t have my notebook.”
Rooke held up both hands. “What the fuck is going on?”
“So,” I started, then stopped. “Further back. Okay. When my magic and Wild’s first met, something strange happened. Wild became an animal, and I continued as what I’d always been—a goddess.”
“Tell it properly,” Wild snapped.
“Don’t get angry at me just because you have a hard dick,” I replied in a sweet voice.
“That’s not why I’m angry,” he returned. “I’m angry because I want to sink so deep inside you that your screams bring down this cave.”
I pressed my legs together.
“Now she’s got a boner.” Huxley sighed. “Great. What a day to forget my notebook.”
“I don’t want to have a boner,” I said.
“Neither do I,” came a muttered agreement from Wild.
Rooke unfroze. “This. What.” She shook her head. “You’re both embroiled in a mating ritual that you don’t want?”
“Yes,” Wild and I chorused.
“They want it over, but we can’t figure out how,” Corentin told her. “Well, Wild wants out of it. Not so sure about her. He’s a catch.”
“Thanks, man,” Wild told him.
“Nothing more than the truth, brother.”
Rooke hummed. “I’d be pretty certain on her wanting out.”
“Why?” Wild asked. “Does she call me an arrogant asshole to you as well?”
I patted his knee. “Honey. Please. What have I told you about the words I say behind your back?”
He lobbed me a grin, then lost it. “Please stop patting my knee. It’s jolting my cock.”
Oops.