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Her grip tightens just a little, and her eyes lower to take in the dominant way she’s touching me, lips dropping open in a cute little surprisedO.
I swallow, throat bobbing against her hand as heat licks across my skin and settles low in my belly. “Your bed is hardly the doghouse.”
Her fingers twitch, grip tensing.
“That’s it, beauty. Punish me.”
She drops her hand, shaking her head at me like I’m ridiculous, a slight curve gracing her lips. I smirk, but step back, giving her enough room to insert her key and unlock the door.
Just before she turns the handle, she freezes, looking back at Damian. “Fuck, I’m gonna have to pee in front of you, aren’t I?”
My laugh is a little too loud. “Pretty sure he won’t mind.”
Damian scowls. “I’ll keep my back turned.”
“Well, at least I already bathed tonight.” Kat sighs and walks into her apartment.
I can’t say I’m happy about the whole situation with her forgetting Damian every time they’re apart, but it’s sure working out in my favor right now. With all the drama about Damian, Kat hasn’t been able to stay mad at me. Bigger fish to fry and all that, I guess. I thought it would be years, maybe even decades, before she let me into her bed, so I’m feeling pretty grateful things have worked out the way they have.
I hate what they’ve both been through, but I feel like all my dreams are coming true at once. Damian, the man I was already falling for, is my mate’s mate. There’s no jealousy in me when he touches her or when she touches him. I can have both of them—everything I ever wanted.
If we can just figure out how to stop her from forgetting him. Which is easier said than done.
But we’ll solve this. I know we will.
Chapter 13
Kat
AmanIjustmetis staring at the wall in my bathroom while I pee. This is so weird.
When we first got back to my apartment, I did the whole mom dance. Checking in with Lincoln on his homework, reminding him not to stay up too late, and awkwardly telling him Otto and Damian are staying the night. Damian stuck to my side the whole time. Which was also weird. I’ve never had a guy sleep over before.
Lincoln seemed to understand the situation, but he also did the whole son dance, threatening to cut off their balls if they hurt me. Even though we all know there’s no way my thirteen-year-old son could hurt two dragons. It’s the thought that counts. And his protectiveness was sweet. It’s a side of Lincoln I haven’t had an opportunity to see before.
After that, Lincoln and Otto got distracted talking about a show I’ve never seen, and Damian followed me in here to get ready for bed.
True to his word, he’s a perfect gentleman, and doesn’t peek, but this is still so strange. I’ve never peed in front of a man before. I mean, I guess it’s not really in front of him, since he’s very good at keeping his face to the wall.
The truly strange thing is I’m kind of turned on by the thought of him stealing a peek. Yeah, super weird. Why the hell would I want this man to see me pee?
To my mind, I only just met Damian less than twenty minutes ago, but I already feel ridiculously comfortable with him. Just as comfortable as I do with Otto, which is equally weird. This whole dragon mates thing is so bizarre.
I’m not sure why I believe the story Otto told me about Damian. But I do. There’s just something about the man that makes me trust him, and from what I know about the whole mate thing, his story lines up. Plus… he looks so much like Lincoln. I can see it in the shape of his face, the way his lips pinch together, his dark hair and eyes. They have the same eyes. Tears threaten to spill as I think of all we’ve missed because I made a choice I didn’t fully understand. Fuck, this is a lot to take in.
Sucking in a breath, I wipe up, flush, and wash my hands. Damian still keeps his back turned, even though it’s clear I’m done.
“You can look now,” I say.
His shoulders relax as he slowly steps away from the wall and looks at me.
“I’m sorry about this.” He rubs the back of his neck, frowning.
“It is what it is.” I shrug, then turn off the water and reach for a towel to dry my hands. My eyes meet his, and I smirk. “And you were a very good boy. You didn’t steal a single glance.”
“I told you I wouldn’t.”
Through the relatively thin walls, I can hear Otto and Lincoln talking and laughing in the kitchen. Maybe it’ll be good for him to have some men around. I’m just glad Otto and Damian agreed not to tell Lincoln the part about Damian being his dad. I have no idea how my son will react, and I’m just not ready.
