Page 125 of His Retribution

Which is not good at all, by the way.

Adorable, but absolutely terrible.

"Seriously," she says while trying to adopt a serious look. "It should be illegal for the five of you to stand around like this."

Henrich frowns. "Illegal?"

Cora nods.

"Why is that, angel?" Not that I have to ask, I know exactly where she's going with this.

"Because look at you!" She flaps her hands at the five of us. "Too much muscles. Too much pretty eyes. Too much nice faces. Just too fucking much. You are a plethora of masculine beauty and could cause some sort of accident by condensing it in one place. This"—Cora reaches up and squishes my cheeks in one hand so I undoubtedly look like a fish—"is downright dangerous all on its own, but then you add in the supporting cast of this." She flaps from Andrej to Milos. "Pft, you are just asking for neck injuries and wet panties."

Milos is the first to crack, totally loses his shit as my brothers follow suit, but then he stops and looks at my light. "What do you meansupporting cast?"

Cora shrugs. "You four are pretty, total babes, but Havok..." She looks me up and down, sucks on her lower lip. "Havok is the hottest ever. Super fucking hot." Then she leans toward my brothers, tries, and fails, to whisper, "And he looks fucking amazing naked. Have you seen how big his dick is?"

I choke on my vodka, shoot a bit out my nose as Cora holds her hands at least three feet apart and winks at Andrej who is actually laughing.

Hell, they all are and despite the fact that the four of them have seen me naked enough to know my dick size, I will never hear the end of this.

Never.

And I'm not the least bit mad.

My mate just complimented my appearance, my cock, and stroked my ego all in one, made it clear that there is no other male that holds a candle to me, and while I've been a little lost in thought, apparently decided to climb me like a tree and managed to get her hand down my pants in record time.

"Cora, angel—" I laugh against her lips, fighting to get a hold on her wrist. "My angel, this isn't really the time for—"

She squeezes my balls and I moan. I moan way too loud and long considering we're standing here with my brothers in the middle of a party.

"Cora—" Gods I forgot how aggressive she gets when she's drunk.

"I want you, lovey," she whispers while nipping the shell of my ear. "Right now."

"I can see that." I finally get her hand out of my jeans and attempt to lower her to the ground. "And as much as I would love to give you exactly what you want, I feel as though right here and now is not the time."

"But lovey, I—"

A loud screech cuts through the air, feedback from a speaker of some sort, and we all look to see Grace standing on a table with a microphone.

"Hey! Hey, guys!" she slurs. "Hey, we're gonna do karaoke!"

"Shit," Henrich mumbles, slams his drink, and starts toward his mate. "I fear I'll be carrying my Gracie home tonight."

Cora throws her head back and laughs, but stops abruptly and looks me dead in the eye. "Did she say karaoke?"

I nod and button my fly.

"Oh my gosh, I fucking love karaoke." She almost growls through clenched teeth before planting a kiss on my lips, then spins around and takes off toward where Henrich is trying to get Grace off the table.

"She has not changed." Kai smiles as he watches Cora practically clothesline Posey and cling to her like a koala.

It's a damn good thing my mate is so tiny; otherwise, everyone would have been knocked out by now.

"Not at all," Andrej agrees, then seems to think better of it. "Not in any negative ways."

He's right.