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Zeke’s eyes lit up. “I’m actually really good at carving.”
“I’ve seen the cradles you’ve worked on. They’re beautiful. If you would like to stay—”
“I would love that. I love my family. I love my children. I adore my mate, but sometimes when they’re all talking, I just want to run away from home.”
He understood that, at least somewhat. “Do you like to ride horses? I mean, the ysidri are basically just big horses. Have you ridden one?”
“I have. It’s actually incredibly cool.”
There were two that were really tame. tame enough for even him, and that was saying something.
“You should come down sometime and ride with me. I know Harden would trust us with his ysidri and if he didn’t, he could come with us. He can be a dragon of a few words.”
“That sounds like a book title. Maybe something an old West writer would write if they had known we existed. Maybe Zane Grey.”
That had him hooting, because he had all the Zane Grey books there were when they first came out. “I loved it or maybe something a sci-fi writer would write. Ray Bradbury. A dragon of few words. Boo! The dragon eats everybody at the end.”
Zeke snapped his teeth together. “Chomp.”
“Right?” Brayden shook his head. “So you’re okay if I go back to work?”
“I am if you let me experiment on the ones you’ve already cut.”
“Knock yourself out.” He thought maybe Zeke found peace in the workshop.
He got it. He did, too, and it was nice to get out of the house, to enjoy new faces. Especially where his brothers had been concerned. With Harden it was more that he had to get out so he could recover a bit. Breathe. Not sink his cock…
“Can I ask you a question, man? A sort of personal one?”
“Sure.” Zeke stared at him.
“Is it normal to have sex with your mate… constantly?”
Zeke gave him a sideways look. “Well, you know in the human world, we had a lot of sex because we were isolated… But during the solstice and equinox times, our mates went into heat. And that was… intense. Do you think maybe Harden is in heat?”
“How do you know?” He could ask Sloan, but he didn’t want to look like a dipshit.
The look went sly. “Do you think your dick is going to fall off?”
“Oh, my God, yes.”
“Then either you’re mate bonding in a big way, which is possible, or he’s in heat. Has it eased off?”
“Some, yeah. That’s why I’m here. To give us a breather.”
“Totally heat.” Zeke winked at him. “So, if he starts puking, crying, swelling, you’ll know.”
“Know wh—” Oh. Oh! Damn. “You mean he might be pregnant.” He laughed at himself wryly. “I think of him as so big. Strong. Sometimes the omega part escapes me. But he totally is.” That was probably enough of a share.
“Well, he’s something else. One hell of a cowboy.” Zeke grinned at him. “Do you want children?”
“Goddess yes. I never thought I would until I met Harden. I thought if any of us mated and had babies it would be Sloan.” He’d always figured the oldest brother would be the one to find the mate. Dragons were few enough and far between in their old world, and omegas seemed to be even farther apart and harder to come by.
He just hadn’t known his mate was waiting for him in another world.
“Mine thought he was a werewolf.”
He blinked at Zeke. “Seriously? How?”
