~Bethany~
The worst part of today's encounter with Mikah is the fact that I just lost my godsdamn phone. Now, how the hell will I be able to make that call to the demon for the Foxglove shrub?
godsdamnit!
When I meet Olyon’s dark gaze in a silent glare, he swallows harshly and shoves Jayan toward me.
“Drool over our mate later. She’s freezing.” Jay doesn’t miss a beat, stripping out of his shirt to offer it to me.
Holy s**t.
His muscles are even more packed than I expected. A glorious expanse of muscle upon muscle, all under smooth golden-tan skin.
The ridges of his abs and the sharp Adonis belt cut of his pelvis momentarily distract me from the fact that I’m in a similar state of undress.
‘What would it feel like to touch all of that? That body pressed against mine…’
I kick mysel
