Her Four Mates
Yes, that’s a real thing Marcus does.
“You don’t all have to help me practice,” I said as we reached the cleared space where couples were attempting the intricate steps of the mating dance. And by attempting, I mean mostly failing. Poor Jenny from the kitchens looked like she was having some kind of seizure. “I’m sure you have your own partners to worry about.”
The four of them exchanged one of their looks, the telepathic communication they’d perfected over the years that usually meant trouble for me.
“Actually,” Kael said with a grin that didn’t fool me for a second, “we thought we’d take turns. You know, make sure you’re properly prepared.”
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