Asher Nightshade was a fucking killjoy.
He’d kicked all of them out of the bathroom before Roman even had the chance to convince their mate that a "romantic shower together" was a brilliant idea.
Now Violet was bathing alone. How miserable was that?
How would she even reach her back?
Not to ntion, Roman had recently picked up so massaging skills during his downti in the West pack — and he’d been dying to put them to use.
He could already picture it: pressing out every knot from her shoulders while the others helped. Everyone would have their own role to play, but he would be the one in charge, directing who touched where. The thought of being captain of that glorious mission thrilled him to no end.
Unfortunately, that masterpiece of teamwork now existed only in his imagination.
But fear not, there would be plenty of ti to make it happen later. They weren’t leaving the Fae realm anyti soon, he guessed.
And then there was Asher, lecturing them all about "staying focused." He didn’t trust the Fae or their intentions — as if Queen Seraphira would hurt her own daughter.
Well, scratch that. With each of them having had all sorts of parents and gone through quite the unimaginable — starting with Asher — it made sense he didn’t give anyone the benefit of the doubt, no matter how "beautiful and dreamy" Queen Seraphira looked.
Roman Draven swore they were kindred spirits. His instincts trusted Queen Seraphira.
Yet, he would still follow Asher, the cheeky bastard whose eyes wandered to Violet the mont she stepped out of the bathroom, even after warning everyone else to "keep their heads in the ga."
Roman pitied his friend though. He knew how angry and annoyingly jealous he had been when the goddess mated Griffin to Violet alone. So yeah, he understood. Their little spa mont would just have to wait until Asher got tattooed too.
But he hoped it wouldn’t take too long. Violet was a living temptation, and he wouldn’t survive his delicious al being dangled in front of him for too long.
Since they couldn’t get a little action with their mate, Roman made sure all four of them ended up in the shower together. A decision made, since everyone wanted to be the first to shower.
Roman could see the logic behind it — whoever bathed first would get a head start to spend ti with their mate before the others finished and barged in.
Of course, it had been a full-on argunt until the "group shower" idea ca up which was suggested by none other than him. And there, in that ridiculously spacious Fae shower, Roman tried to put his new massage skills to use. Not that it went well.
Alaric zapped his ass — nearly got his chiseled pecker too — and almost electrocuted everyone in the process. The guy just didn’t have a chill button.
As for Asher, his so-called bestie, he glared at him so hard that Roman didn’t dare ntion it again. When he tried sneaking up on him anyway, the slit-eyed bastard compelled him to punch himself in the face. That one hurt, and definitely broke the bro code.
Griffin was the only one who accepted his "service," but honestly, it wasn’t the sa. The guy was all muscle and bone, not soft, tempting flesh like Violet. And with the others threatening to finish first, Roman had to give up his little experint.
Then it was bedti.
Except there was one Violet and four Cardinal Alphas. Each of them wanted to be as close to her as possible.
Well, technically, not his problem.
Unlike the others, he hadn’t bothered with pants for bed and simply shifted into his favorite animal form, the cute, adorable snake. Then he slithered toward the bed where Violet sat in the middle, watching and waiting for their decision.
His little mate was wearing a soft purple nightgown that looked like it had been spun out of clouds. He knew exactly how soft it was because he’d crept right over the fabric, curling his sleek, scaly body around her neck before resting his head between her cleavage where he had a very nice view of everything. If you knew what he ant.
"Fucking lucky bastard!" Alaric cursed when he saw that play out. Not that it was the first ti, but it still got him every single ti.
"Still three," Griffin said. "One person will have to sacrifice their position for tonight."
Asher smirked. "If you can turn into a giant beast, any chance you can turn into a tiny man? You know, save so space and finally match your ego size?".
"Funny," Griffin scoffed, giving him the middle finger.
Then Asher said, "You guys go ahead. Soone needs to stay awake in case we’re not as safe as we think."
"You think her mom’s going to hack our necks off in our sleep?" Griffin snorted. "We’re her mates, dude. Stop being so paranoid."
"Well, I’m not, yet," Asher muttered. "I’d still prefer my head on my neck."
"My mother would not hack your neck," Violet said, rolling her eyes. Roman seed to agree with a soft hiss.
"See? Even Roman knows it," she argued.
"You’ve only known her for one day," Asher shot back.
"No, I’ll stay," Alaric said quietly.
Asher looked at him, surprised. "Really?"
"I’ve spent the most ti with her lately, mating fever and all. Besides, that incident already put to bed once. I’m not getting more sleep tonight anyway. You don’t need to keep sacrificing yourself for everyone, Asher. If you want to activate the next bond, you need to spend ti with Violet too."
Asher’s throat tightened, but he pushed the emotion down. "Thank you," was all he said.
Alaric smiled.
Then Asher and Griffin climbed into bed, settling comfortably, both managing to sandwich Violet between them.
"Goodnight, Griffin," Violet said and kissed him on the cheek.
Then she turned to Asher and did the sa. "Goodnight, Asher."
To Alaric, she said, "Don’t listen to his nonsense. Co to bed soon."
Violet lay back with a content sigh only to yelp when a certain snake bit her on the breast. She knew what he wanted.
Violet sighed, patting his head. "Goodnight to you too, Roman Draven."
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