Page 188 of Bliss & Her Idols

Suddenly, Jin’s bright, rocky voice winds like smoke through the bathroom door.

He’s merrily singing at the top of his voice in the shower. Yet he still manages to sound like he’s putting on a concert performance.

Torin relaxes, as if Jin’s voice is a balm to the pain in his past.

He gives a wicked smile. “Want to surprise our Beta? Two hunters together, we can ambush him gorgeous, soapy, and wet. We can bond him…”

Eagerly, I return a smile with just as many teeth.

“Three hunters,” a sleepy voice comes from the bed.

I glance in surprise at Cricket, who is now sitting up on the bed and yawning.

He is running a hand through his mussed hair.

“Feeling up to it?” I check in.

Cricket’s smile widens, before he throws off the covers and stretches. “Your joy is like stars exploding through the bond. I’ll never worry that I’ll be abandoned or alone again because I can feel you inside me.” He taps over his heart. “I want my Dragon to know this safety.”

Safety.

I understand why Cricket would choose that word. It’s something that he’s never experienced before.

Both words and actions can be false, but there’s no way to fake the emotions that you can sense through a bond.

It strikes me just how reassuring it must be to both Cricket and Torin to have that certainty, after the cruelty of their packs.

For Torin, with the way that his family masked abuse under the guise of games or pranks, gaslit, and manipulated him, knowing how we truly feel must take a crushing weight off his shoulders for the first time in his life.

Instantly, I’m just as excited to give that certainty to Jin as well.

Torin wraps his arms around me, standing up and pulling me along with him. He brushes the dust off his trousers.

Then he beckons with a dangerous look at Cricket. “Three it is then, mo stoirin. We have Beta prey to capture.”

Cricket slips out of bed, padding toward me. His pajama top slides entirely off his shoulder. I snag him by the hand and drag him toward me. I bend to kiss along his exposed shoulder, curling my tongue along his scarred bond bite to see how much I can make him tremble.

I take pity, when his knees buckle.

Torin laughs.

Cricket’s amber eyes meet mine, large with love and desire.

Torin prowls toward the bathroom, and Cricket and I follow him.

When Torin wrenches open the door, steam billows out like dragon’s breath.

Together, we crowd into the small bathroom.

Jin is still singing at the top of his lungs.

He’s just as gorgeously wet as Torin promised. Soapy water runs down his strong shoulders, as he shampoos his hair, which is piled on the top of his head.

Rivers of water stream down the hollow of his back and between the crack of his tight ass, before trailing down his lean legs.

Like he can’t hold it back any longer, Torin rumbles a deep growl, which echoes in the small, tiled space.

Startled, Jin breaks off singing, spinning around.

---