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Story: Cosmo
“Bingo!” Cosmo laughed, but it was for him, not at him.
“Bingo is a game. I remember that, I believe.” Goodness, so much to learn. He hugged Cosmo gently before they left the bathroom, as thanks, mainly.
It shocked him when Cosmo wrapped lean, surprisingly strong arms around him, and squeezed him tight.
He leaned for a moment, smelling Cosmo’s hair, feeling how warm and wonderful Cosmo was against him.
“Okay, that’s enough. Out. No nookie with a dragon you just met!” Corbin banged on the door.
“I’m not nookie-ing. I’m hugging.” Cosmo sounded outraged.
He patted Cosmo’s butt, the familiarity making him so happy. “We’re coming. He was helping me figure out these ingenious pants.” He didn’t want to get Cosmo in trouble with his family. He could take it slowly.
For now.
Chapter
Four
Cosmo was going to hit his brothers in the head.
Bang.
He hadn’t done anything wrong—he wasn’t humping Hawk like a fiend, wasn’t mooning (much), and he wasn’t being growly about his brothers cockblocking him at every turn all day.
But he wanted to.
He really wanted to scream at them that this was the first dragon he’d ever met who he wanted to bump uglies with, and they were cramping his style.
Badly.
Instead, he nibbled popcorn and stared at the big screen instead of looking at Hawk because he just didn’t know what to do.
Are you well, sweet Rose?
No. He pouted.I want to snuggle, and maybe ride you like a prize pony.
Ah. Well, I would also like that, but I think I understand your brothers. They do not have your connection with me, so they do not know me as well as you already do.Hawk’s red gold eyes wheeled at him.
Stupid. You’re fine. This is boring.
Don’t you dare tell him about the fact that we’re a passageway now,Corbin warned.What if he’s a danger?
He’s not!Not Hawk. Hawk was good.
We don’t know him.
Now he was back to wanting to punch. He knew Hawk was good. At least for them. And his brothers would expect him to believe them…
“I’m going to take a walk.”
“Where?” Cullen asked, wide-eyed.
“Oh, you know. Around.” Maybe he would go see the Rocky Mountain clutch. Or his mom.
“Outside?” Corbin growled, and he rumbled right back.
“Leave me be!” He stormed off, heading back into the house, letting his feet lead him.
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