Betty POV
"You cannot be serious about eating pancakes at a time like this."
Jethro glared at me from across the massive wooden table.
His fingers dug into the edge of the dark wood until his knuckles turned white.
"I am serious," I said.
My voice sounded small in the massive, high-ceilinged room.
I shifted in my seat, feeling the sticky heat between my thighs.
Mitchell had not been joking about making up for the missed orgasms.
He and Adriel had taken me three times on the velvet sofa before the others returned.
My body still hummed with the leftover vibrations of their touch.
"The girl needs to eat, Jethro," Adriel said.
He leaned back in his chair, his long legs stretched out under the table.
His eyes dark and heavy as they tracked the movement of my mouth.
"She used a mass
