Pixie, I’m sucking his dick first. Called dibs. I failed to keep the smirk off my face.
He fingered me first so I guess you can swallow his dick first.
Yeah, I mean he speaks Disney and then I sparkled over there with the Sullen one.
Suddenly multiple voices started speaking at once.
“While I’m amenable to getting my dick sucked, why can I hear you in my head?”The voice sounded like Dimitri.
“Fuck, this is going to make shit complicated, wait, sullen one?”Luca.
“I want to glow purple and get my dick sucked too. FUCK, I gotta watch more Disney.”Dante.
“This is going to be a cluster fuck now, I feel it,”said Etienne softly.
We all stared at each other and then we put our forks down. The food forgotten at this point.
“Okay, so what in the world is going on,” I murmured, rubbing my temples. I mean logically I know what was going on, but still there has to be someone who asks the obvious question with the most obvious answer.
Still, someone was going to give me those answers. They kept doing that weird-stare-at-each-other thing, and I, for one, hated not being ten steps ahead. Hated it. Never knew how much until now. Research was my baby, research never lied. But these Council motherfuckers, have to have books that will explain a lot of shit. I want it all. Because mind-melding, or rather the ability to speak in each other’s minds, typically happened after a full, sexual bonding. This? This belies everything I know, and it’s pissing me the fuck off.
They all looked at each other.
“Talk, and stop doing the damn staring thing!” I barked at the men as I picked up my fork menacingly.
Luca starts, reaching over to take the fork out of my hand, “Okay, so we suspected something was going on when you mentioned how the magick between you two exploded, when”—he swallowed thickly —“um, but somehow it got to us in the living room. At first, we all thought it was because we were uhhh…” He trailed off. Luca, ever the strong one and a control freak, looked uneasy.
“For goodness sake, Luca. Listen, we thought we were just horny from all the sex and we wanted you both but when the magick hit us in the living room, we knew something was up. When the magick sparked between Luca, me, and you as well as Pixie, Etienne and Dimitri, it just confirmed our hypothesis and fears,” Dante finished.
Oh hypothesissss,science words made my proverbial dick hard.
I drummed my fingers on the table. “So that means what? Because guess what, I’m a smart bitch, and that must mean that we are perfectly matched to be bonded. But I’m bonded to Pixie. Also regular bonds are gold. Ours is purple. Now it’s sparking purple again, with you four in the picture. So, all six of us? It’s crazy. Don’t get me wrong, the sexual logistics work, I never understood harems with hot guys and one pussy hole, it just doesn’t make sense. Her pussy would be broken, and no one is breaking Princess Peach!” I stop my rant while I make eye contact with them, getting up from the table and walking to the living room. Everyone moving as one.
“Fears,” Pixie spoke up as she narrowed her eyes, sitting on the couch.
“What fears?” she continued, asking Dante, “It seems to me like we are the ones that would be cautious, no? You all being the Council’s little bitches, who does all the grunt work to make them more powerful and leaving the lower castes to shit. No, no fear here.” Her voice kept getting quieter and steadier. Well, nice Pixie has left. Welcome, Dixie, the dick of the Pixies.
“Little bitches? Little bitches? We are a motherfucking Elite squad who handle high profile cases and bring justice,” Dimitri snapped back. I scoffed, who the fuck does he think he is? Captain America?
We both laughed at that. Freaking out the men in the process, who at this point had gotten up and stood around us.
“Let me tell you about justice, word on the street is you are out looking for a vigilante, you mentioned that part so cool, but what is bothering you is that this person is catching the bad guys faster than the Shadows on patrol and the useless Magickal Law Enforcement fuckers. Right?” Pixie spat out.
Oh shit, it's getting real.
Dante nodded, and Luca stared at us with rapt attention while Etienne tried to pick up on any slight lie.Good luck with that.
“Would this vigilante be known to have a reputation for not giving two fucks and being an overall ass, yet no one would have been willing to give information, or the information has somehow been muddled in their minds, and no matter how hard you search, the cameras are clean?” Pixie raised an eyebrow.
“How would you knowclassifiedinformation?” Etienne asked suspiciously.
I scoffed as I turned around, walking out and bending over to get the vodka out of the liquor cabinet in front of the TV; wine isn’t cutting it anymore. Purple sparks light up the room and the men struggle to adjust themselves despite the conversation at hand.
Right, don't bend over around the men.
I tip the bottle into my mouth and chug while I continue my pacing. Her ranting does things to me, dangerous and sexual. I don't like when my mate is upset. Then, the more dominant side of me wants to spank her.It’s a tough life I live.
“So,” Pixie continued, snapping me out of my guttural thoughts, “the Council sent you to get someone that is killing people, nothing on specifics on what or who is being killed. The vigilante had to build an image, one with the people she cared about, which is everyone she can protect, and make enough waves for an Elite Guard to show up. Genius, right? Anyways, those people killed? Not the high ranking members of society that are listed on your paperwork, nope, they are rapists, murderers, child-killing monsters. You guys were sent here to pick up someone because the Council couldn’t stand having someone run the city better than they can and not be able to trace it. Could not deal with not being the one everyone turned to, just to eventually be turned away. Yeah, that person you’re hunting, who is an untraceable vigilante, has been hiding in plain sight. You’ve been hunting Charlie this entire time.” I bowed graciously as she finished her statement.