Rory couldn’t help but let a laugh develop, though he could feel his cheeks heating up. His gaze lifted though when his mate moved in closer, those blue eyes rolling with a scoff. “I have to ask permission?” It sent a shiver down his spine and for sure made his knees weak. But he was so stubborn, and they were out in public.
“Are you just no realizing that? I thought making you ask permission to even cum would have been a dead give away,” he countered, the smirk growing into a full on grin. He really didn’t care that they were out in public and it showed in his easy confidence.
“Trust me, he’s put more bullets in me than I can even count.” Heather sighed. “He’s older than me, well in body aging and looks wise.” She shrugged. “It was hard to handle him with his new strength. Cause he’s so much bigger. We spent a long amount of time just training and conditioning him. Poor thing had just bad blood lust he drained a small town. Did you hear about what happened in Toledo? That was him.”
“I think I’d rather get stabbed again than ever be shot.” At least with a knife she knew what to expect in terms of pain and healing. “You’re lucky my mom didn’t step in for that. She used to live in Toledo for a short span of time and she still works out of Detroit for her day job,” she remarked, a little impressed that Heather had managed to gain control of a situation like that.
“It was a bad date. I don’t think she realized I asked her out in a “I want to eat you out until you literally can’t stand” sort of way and just thought I was asking her to hang out as a friend? Like, how much gayer do I need to be?”
“Oh come on, you see the way they look at you.” Rory smirked, dimples appearing on his cheeks as his face drew into the expression. Blue eyes finally found their way up to rest on the face of his mate. “I’m starting to think I should mark you up so they know not to flirt with you.” Rory’s mate bite was usually visible out of the edge of his collar, but Dev didn’t have any claim laid on him visibly. It drove Rory crazy the way people stared. He could get so jealous so easily.
“Not really, no.” Sure, he could smell the lust on the women especially, but he never paid anyone else any mind. A smirk touched on his as he took a step closer. “Now, now, we both know who the dominant in this dynamic is. You have to ask permission,” he growled softly, knowing that in itself would drive Rory crazy.
“Yes well we both know I bite too.” Heather teased her friend, laughing lightly. “Alright as long as he’s not bad. Aunt Heather is overprotective of her little nieces and nephews.” The blonde sighed though at the mention of her fledgling. “His name is Elijah. He’s a mess.” She shook her head. “He’s kind of.. a hunter who tried to kill me. But then he was dying. And you know I’m a big softy… so I turned him. And now he’s grumpy. Like all the time. He’s pretty though. That’s a perk. But we’re not a thing. His sister is nice too. Having to tell her what I did was oof. That wasn’t fun at all. Poor little human.”
“Jeannie is very protective of both of her boys. It’s worse when it comes to her son though. Good gods that girl would kill anyone for looking at her pup wrong. But, my grandbaby spends a lot of time on the Kentucky/Tennessee border,” she elaborated, smiling softly. She missed having Kelly around all the time, but she understood. “We’ve recently taken in a kid raised as a hunter. Chance’s grandson found him. It’s not easy for hunters to adapt to seeing us as people instead of something to put bullets in. And I do not envy you that.”
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