Colton’s POV
I’m trying extremely hard not to pick my mate up and toss her in my bed, but every touch is sending waves of pleasure down my spine, and if not for the towel on my lap, Rhea would have a ‘magnificent’ view right now.
“Done,” she sings, and I spring up, desperately needing to get away from her, but she takes it as me being eager to see what she’s done to my hair, so she follows me into my bedroom, where Orlin fights for control.
In his mind, well, in our mind, she is delivering herself to us, because she has to know what she’s doing right now, but it’s clear that she doesn’t.
Needing a distraction, I look at my reflection and see what my mate has done, and I turn to face her with a look of pure dread. It’s not much different from how I usually style my hair, on
