Jack yawned. “That time of the month?” He asked it so sweetly, too, like he was truly curious.
“No. It’s not,” Ezra answered for me, digging through his dresser. Paused. Tossed a pair of black panties onto the floor behind him before resuming his search.
“That’s sick,” Pearl muttered. “I would hate being a Vampire.”
“It has its perks.” Grinning, he glanced over his shoulder. “Vamps get all weeks of the month to enjoy our women.”
“Seriously, didn’t need to know that,” Jack mumbled, letting his head flop on his pillow. “Goodnight.” When his forehead touched Nikki’s, he was out. That truly was astonishing.
Distractedly, Ezra tossed me a shirt during his hunt.
I went into the bathroom to do my business and change into his oversized t-shirt. I preferred a larger one over what I had brought. Really, I needed to start shopping in the men’s department for pajamas. It would be a hell of a lot cheaper and that much more comfortable. The thing practically hung down to my knees, fully covering where it needed to.
Pearl was already in bed, her cute — uncomfortable — golden pajama shorts set only showing a little under the black sheet she had pulled over her and Gideon where they lay on the other side of the bed from Jack and Nikki. I was pretty sure she had situated the gap in the middle, so no repeat occurrence of that first morning of the camping trip happened.
“The shirt good?” Ezra asked, pulling his own shirt off over his head.
“Yep.” I blinked at his chest. He had always had a perfect body, had already been large but, now, he appeared more. “Have you gotten even bigger?” He was ginormous. His muscles bulged, his mocha skin seeming to take up more space than before.
Pearl glanced up, scrutinizing him. “He does look more muscular.”
Gideon yanked her back down. Guess he didn’t like her looking at Ezra.
Ezra’s eyes scanned my face, then he shrugged his massive shoulders. “Could be.”
I stared. “Yeah. You did.” I cocked my head. “Maybe you went through a growth spurt. I heard that happens sometimes right before your aging slows.”
“Whatever,” he rumbled. Typical male. “Can I get into the bathroom now?” He held black silk pajama bottoms in his hand.
Grasping that I was blocking the bathroom door, I moved, climbing into bed.
Gideon was nodding off and Pearl peered over her shoulder, golden eyes on mine and her nose crinkling as she whispered worriedly, “I hope I don’t have a growth spurt, too.”
Eyes closed, Gideon droned, “You’re beautiful, dear heart. Legs that go on for miles. Quit worrying.” He grinned, even though I was pretty sure he had fallen asleep as soon as he had finished assuring her.
“If I get any taller, I’ll be bigger than my mate,” she complained quietly.
I kissed her cheek. “No worries. If you do grow, you’ll only be an average height for most Mys women. And, Gideon’s right. You’re beautiful.” It was so weird comforting her about her body. She was perfect, but insecurities plagued the lovely, too.
Pearl thought about it, and then nodded. “I guess I am a bit shorter than most Mys women right now.” She grinned. “Thanks.”
“No prob. Now, go to sleep.”
She turned back to Gideon and was out before Ezra had exited the bathroom, and he didn’t take that long. Damn mate bond. Even though I was exhausted, it would probably take me a few minutes to nod off.
Ezra flipped the light switch and the room went dark. His eyes instantly glowed spring green, like two colored flashlight beams, as he walked toward the bed.
I chuckled. “You could do your own light show with those babies.”
“I’m not the only one,” he whispered. “Your eyes are glowing, too.”
Blinking, I grasped that I was naturally turning on my own Shifter night vision, and peered up, seeing two blue lights hit his black ceiling. “That’s pretty cool.” He dropped on the bed between Jack and me and pushed his legs under the sheet. “Look up at the ceiling.”
Two green lights hit the ceiling next to my blue ones. “Huh. I never noticed that before.”
I whispered, “Close one eye.” He did, and one green light disappeared. A little slaphappy, I giggled. “Okay, open it, and tell me what this phrase is.” He opened his eye, and I closed one of mine and started to move my head, one blue light traveling across his ceiling in a specific way.
He chuckled softly. “Is this the equivalent of a man writing his name in the snow while he’s pissing?”
“Quiet down, funny man. Pay attention. If you read it right, you’ll get a prize.”
“That, I like. Although, there are too many people in the bed to really—”
I elbowed him in the ribs, cutting him off.
He groaned in mock pain.
“You want to play or not?” Keeping one eye shut was hard after a while.
Deeply, he purred, “Oh, I want to play.”
I sighed heavily.
“Fine, I’ll behave.”
I waited.
“Really, I’ll be good.”
Still, I waited.
“Sweetheart, I want the damn prize. I’ll be as virtuous as a saint. Promise.” A pause, then a rumbled growl, “Unless, you don’t want me virtuous.”
“Ezra?”
Innocent. “Yes?”
“Shut. Up.”
He did. He even started pseudo snoring when I took so long to start, waiting on him to open his trap once more, but I began moving my head again, writing with my blue eye’s light. He hummed in his throat. “It starts with a ‘B’.”
“Yep.” More head moving.
He watched silently, and then slowly sounded it out. “B…Bi…Bit…Bite…M…Me.” A gentle chuckle. “Bite me?”
“Yes, sir. I know you’re thirsty. You didn’t drink tonight.”
“No, Lily, that doesn’t—”
Slapping a hand over his mouth, I stopped him. “Just take a little. It won’t hurt me or make me too weak.” I took my hand off his mouth as I felt his fangs descend. “Good, you actually agreed without too much argument.”
“I’m parched,” he rumbled quietly, beginning to roll. “Arguing isn’t in me right now, but I’ll make up for it in the morning.”
I snickered. He was a grump in the mornings. “Nothing really new there.”
“Be quiet,” he whispered, yanking me flat on my back.