Turning my attention back to the chicks in the crate. I watch as they squirm, wondering what they have been feeding them. Yet as they get louder, the others begin to stir, and Lycus groans before climbing out of bed and stumbling half asleep over to the crates. He tips the crates up, making my eyes widen before he starts removing his clothes.
I wonder what he is doing when he shifts abruptly, giving me a view of his ass in my face before he flops onto his stomach and lies on his side. The squirming chicks rush to him, bouncing on the floor, and I laugh as they burrow into his fur. He puffs out a loud wheezing breath while the chicks get lost in his fur.
“About time he made himself useful. If only he would sleep in this form every night, we may get some sleep,” Tobias says, brushing his f
