(Lucas’s POV)
“I’m in my rut.”
His comment managed to raise my sense of alarm by a few notch. Just a few notch, because the gigantic crab legs that I’m holding with my two hands is too delicious to ignore.
“Oh...” I went still, contemplating for a few seconds before I got back to chewing what’s inside my mouth. Oooh this is bad, the juicy and tender texture of the crab legs is making me let down my guard. I softly moaned, lifted by the happiness of savoring a delectable dish. “...Ok.”
One of his eyebrows arched, shooting me a strange look. “...Don’t you feel scared?”
“No, I feel conflicted. You don’t know how terrified I’d be if we’re to talk when I’m not eating.”
I took a few moments to smell my surroundings. Other than a faint smell of his pheromones, I didn’t smell any dominating
