Just In Time

Another bark of laughter left the crimson prince’s lips when Fiametta put on a dramatic show of being so offended by his dubbing her the second favorite sister. "Oh I’m sorry, did I wound your pride, Princess?" he teased her in return, flashing his razor sharp serrated teeth in a big amused grin. To many, Saracyn came across as a giant prick. He was short tempered, aggressive, and cold, but in reality he just simply didn’t tolerate anything less than the best. He had a lot of pride in his family in particular, and aria was high on a very short list of wolves he actually held dear to him.

As their conversation shifted to more risqué topics as they reached the base of the mountain path, Sara felt the scrutinizing gaze of his younger sister upon him. He glanced up at her from her perch on the boulder to see her eyeing him with doubt, earning her a perplexed look from her bigger brother. When she clarified that she still didn’t find sex interesting, the dire brute rolled his shoulders up into a shrug. "I didn’t find it interesting or see what was so great about it when I was your age too. It’s one of those things that you don’t know how much you’ll like it til you try it." Saracyn thought back to his first time mating and how it had come totally unplanned and unexpected. He hadn’t been planning on getting laid, and then suddenly boom! He was a man. "But you’ll find out someday. Whenever you find a boy who can keep pace with our family and treats you the way you’re supposed to be treated. Or a girl, whatever turns your head. Our family doesn’t judge. I mean, look at Mom. She’s got how many lovers besides Dad?" Maybe Fia hadn’t noticed all the other wolves Manea spent her days flirting with and bedding besides Alastor. Their live-in nanny Irilyth had been the first time he’d realized their parents were not in the belief of a monogamous relationship.

"Saracyn Mendacium"