“Please tell me this is a nightmare,” I whimpered into my palms. “Please tell me I didn’t order you all to strip for me.”
“You did,” Raiden chuckled, his large hand moving to gently stroke my bare shoulder. The contact sent a visible spark of violet magic dancing across my skin, followed by another wave of heavy, throbbing heat straight to my center. “And you gave us names, little mouse.”
I froze entirely. The memories hit me harder now, merciless and bright.
My Bumblebee. My Dragon. My Penguin. My Spooky Kitty. “Kill me,” I whispered, keeping my hands plastered over my face. “Just open the balcony doors and throw me into the courtyard. I can never look any of you in the eye again.”
Beside me, Greyson let out a soft sigh. He reached out, his cool fingers gently wrapping around my wrist
