AMARIS’S POV
“Read the room,” Zevran muttered, his other hand rolling and flicking my other n****e through the fabric while his lips moved, sucking and biting the first.
“Maybe save the dad talk for another time, hmm?” Kade mumbled.
The sharpness of Theron’s glare would have been enough to kill the mood—if I wasn’t already so far gone.
“It happens now,” he growled. “Elder Drusilla will be back in a few minutes, and I doubt she’d be pleased to find you desecrating the lounge with your bodily fluids.”
My eyes fluttered shut the moment Kade’s fingers between my thighs pushed slightly against my panties, almost brushing my c**t—
Then my arm was yanked.
Painfully.
Hard.
I was rudely pulled away from the two men who had been touching me.
My eyes swung up to glare at my assailant, Eira
