~Jayan~
Every atom of my being is mortifyingly shocked at the weight and strength of Bethany’s punch. I’m one tough son of a b***h, but her punch was no joke.
She walks away without a single glance back at the three of us, but there’s no way she can’t feel how hard we’re staring after her.
Can she blame us? She looks so godsdamned fuckable in my shirt that affords us the opportunity of seeing her beautifully toned thighs for the first time ever.
I can’t rip my eyes away from her delicious ass and the sway of her hips.
Mine, my inner dragon growls with need.
Hell yes, she is.
“Bethany just…touched me,” I finally manage, coming back from my shock as a grin splits my face.
“Yes, in precisely the only way any of us ever want to,” Asad mutters. Then he turns and glowers at me. “What did
