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“Both. I freely admit the situation is ridiculous,” Connie said.

“I can’t wait to see you two around Kit. And speaking of that, as soon as I wrap up business today, Austin and I are heading back.”

“Good. I would also like to meet with Axel. I’d like to hear exactly what went down when he killed Nox,” Hudson said. “Could you set that up?”

“I’d be glad to. I will also call you back later with whatever information I get from that meeting. Get some sleep, my friend.”

“I’ll talk to you later, then.” Hudson disconnected the call and turned toward Connie. “I had a thought while talking to Kage. The court needs to be aware that Kit is here.”

“I was going to bring that up as soon as you got off the phone. It’s unusual to have humans in our territory, so there’ll definitely be questions,” Connie said. “They need to know he’s our mate.”

“I agree. They also need to be warned not to disclose that information to Kit. That’s something we need to do. I’m going to send out a mass email before we go to bed.”

“After Kit leaves for the day, might I suggest you call a formal meeting with the court? Or at least as many who can attend on such short notice. An email is great, but I think you still need to meet with them face-to-face. And definitely you need to meet with your inner circle,” Connie said.

“I will. Let’s go take a shower and go to bed.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Connie said, standing. He offered his hand to Hudson, then pulled him to his feet. “Listen, I thought of something earlier, which was half the reason I ended up in the pool. Kit has no clothes with him outside the ones he’s wearing right now.”

“So he has nothing to sleep in. I see what you’re saying.” Hudson followed Connie into the master bath. “And that shirt that he’s wearing, while sexy as hell, is completely useless.”

“Gods. That damn shirt.” Connie rubbed his hands over his face. “Anyway, I was thinking maybe one of us should let him borrow a T-shirt or something?”

Hudson nodded and walked to his walk-in closet. He rifled through his clothes, then pulled out a blue T-shirt that was very soft to the touch. He handed it to Connie. “Get your scent on it.”

Grinning, Connie took the shirt and rubbed it against his chest, then handed it back to Hudson, who did the same thing. “Now both of our scents are on it. Do you mind if I take it to him?”

“Not at all. I’m not sure how I’ll react.” Connie slipped his night pants off. “But hurry back, okay?”

Hudson stepped up to Connie and kissed his lips. “I will. And soon I’m going to be kissing the both of you instead of just one of you.”

“I can’t wait.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN –KIT

“HERE BE dragons,” Kit muttered to himself as he leaned against the guest room door. The shirt he’d worn was completely open in the back, so the hardwood was cold against his bare skin.

He shivered as the chill seeped into him. Kit knew what the phrase meant and where it supposedly originated from. But in this case, there reallyweredragons here.

His libido, which had been MIA until recently, had suddenly decided to zero in on two of them. And of course he justhadto be attracted to a king and a king’s right-hand man. Yep, Kit did nothing by half measures.

He was so fucked.

Sighing, he pushed off the door and wandered toward the attached bathroom. He hunted around until he found what he needed to take his makeup off. He’d have to skip his usual bedtime skincare routine, but that was okay. It was only for one night.

After he stripped, he started the shower, gave it a few seconds to warm up, and stepped inside.

For the longest time he just stood there, letting the hot water relax him.

But he couldn’t stay in there forever. Grabbing the soap, he washed himself. Good grief, had he ever been in a shower this huge? It was a freestanding shower that was big enough to hold three grown men, which of course gave him ideas he really didn’t need right then.

Everything he’d seen in the house shouted money and class, but Kit figured it made sense, especially if Hudson was a thousand years old. Mother of all, Kit was attracted to a thousand-year-old dragon.

Every time he thought that his brain glitched.

And Connie? Kit had no idea how old Connie was, but he gave off confident, poised vibes—like he could handle fifteen different tasks, while under attack, without breaking a sweat.

Both of them were so out of Kit’s league it wasn’t even funny. But hey, nothing said that he couldn’t fantasize about the three of them. Together. In a bed. Or on the floor. Or a counter.

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