He nods, "that's all you need to do for now. I will tell you what to do when you've finally unleashed your powers".
I swallow the lump I have on my throat, " I will do so".
"you better do it now else you might regret it".
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"I thought you two will spend eternity there", Reddy says when I walked in.
"We talked about stuffs, and am back", I slyly smiled, "what do you say? we go back to what we were doing before we got interrupted? ".
" About that", Blondie scratched his hair, " I think my stomach needs to be fed".
"We can always come back to this later", Reddy concurred.
" If you don't mate and feed from them today, you might risk your powers getting unleashed themselves, and you might not like how it might be unleashed", Kwofo's final words before he left kept replaying in my mind.
"i have something worth your time", I said before I removed my shirt, "I don't think I can wait till we've had lunch. Am quite desperate", I seductively walked towards them, "am too desperate to wait".
Let's say we spent the entire afternoon and night in bed after that, with my mates thoroughly satisfied, and my mark proudly on their necks.
"We wouldn't have touched you if we knew you had a monster lurking beneath your surface", Reddy pecks my mouth as he slowly rose from the bed.
" Who's to complain", I groaned at the delicious pain in my lower back, "you two were more like the insatiable monsters!".
" Who was the one asking me to go faster?", Blondie raised a brow.
" Shut up!", I playfully hit him with the pillow.
He chuckles, "harder...faster!", he steals a peck from me before running into the bathroom.
"Monsters!",
"you love us more for that!", Blondie chuckles.
I flexed my fingers, the electricity crackling through it too strong.
"Mmm", I admire the beauty.
"Blacky?", Blondie peeks out from the bathroom door, "care to join us for bath?", his eyes darken at his question.
I shake my head, "and risk being introduced to the insatiable monsters? I rather stay dirty than endure your treatments of me", I glare at him.
He pouts, " you're not a good mate at all. You don't know how to best treat your poor mates".
"Mates that want to cripple me for life?", I shake my head, " I don't need your type of mates".
He closes the door behind him, and moments later opens it, "please help me with my trousers", he points to the ones lying on the chair.
"Why didn't you take it with you when you went in?", I give him a suspicious look.
"You know how embarrassed I was when I ran in, I couldn't have taken it in my bid to run from you", he pouts.
What he said is the truth.
Begrudgingly I walk to the bathroom with his trousers in my hands, "always trying to make me work, hu?", I extend my hand with the trousers towards him.
"Gotcha!".