Chapter 0392

"Observe his coat."

"It appears incredibly plush."

"He carries the scent of pine and earth."

"I wonder if he'd taste like the wilderness." The twin sprites continue their examination of Alistair as he remains seated, basking in their attention.

His golden eyes gleam with amusement as one daringly flutters closer. In a swift motion, his tongue drags from her tiny feet to the crown of her head.

The sprite trembles violently, her wings fluttering at hyperspeed.

"Oh sister...this sensation...divine!"

Her twin gasps. "Me next! Now!"

Alistair obliges, this time savoring the motion. The second sprite collapses against his paw, shuddering with pleasure.

"Exquisite," they sigh in unison, voices dripping with satisfaction.

Funichio's beady eyes lock onto my backside. "Lady Isolde, might I sample your...ample assets?" His tongue flicks out comically.

Victor's warning growl sends Fanella into ecstatic convulsions against his leg.

"Bite me," I inform the sprite dryly, "and my mate will demonstrate proper biting technique on your neck."

Funichio's eyes light up. "Promise?" He stage-whispers, "I'm quite versatile. Sir Alpha could sink his fangs anywhere..."

Nathaniel chokes on laughter as Victor's face contorts in horror.

The twins have already swarmed Alistair, tiny hands buried in his fur. "So velvety!"

"Like sunlight made tangible!" They burrow deeper until—

Alistair's entire body jerks. A strangled growl escapes him.

Victor's nostrils flare. "Did you just climax in mixed company?"

Through our link, Alistair stammers. "I—that wasn't—their tiny hands—"

"Not his fault," one twin chirps, emerging flushed.

"We reciprocated the pleasure," the other adds smugly.

"Perhaps more licks later?"

"Frequent licks!"

Victor's patience visibly frays. I hastily intervene. "Your home is in these woods?"

"We observe."

"We listen."

"Wolves fascinate us."

"Yet they terrify us."

"You needn't fear our kind," I assure them. "King Oberon is our ally. But heed this—never toy with mated wolves."

"Never!"

"We revere true bonds."

One twin sighs mournfully. "We crave a wolf's devotion."

"To be cherished eternally," her sister echoes. Poor Alistair has no idea what he's awakened.

Victor changes tactics. "Have you seen other supernaturals?"

"Vampyres."

"Filthy leeches."

"Blood thieves."

"But they ignore us."

"Our essence isn't sanguine."

Their ping-pong dialogue sparks a migraine.

Nathaniel probes further. "Others?"

"Humans with weapons. Your pack scared them away."

Fanella nods gravely. "Hunters."

"Arrows. Blades."

"Murderous vermin."

"Would you alert us to future hunter activity?" I ask.

Funichio bows dramatically. "We shall guard the Guardian's domain!" Not precisely what I requested, but it'll suffice.

"And in return?" I brace myself.

His grin turns predatory. "Regular wolf visits."

Exactly what I dreaded.