Ophelia's Pov
"You shouldn't be talking to strangers." Callum bit down on my ear and licked the spot, and I did well to fight back a moan. "He said he was your cousin."
"Cousin or not, I could chop his head off if he had tried something more." His finger strode down my curve as he sniffed down my neck, his hot breath raising goosebumps on my skin.
"He is your family." I almost wished to be swallowed by the ground with the way my voice came out, like that of a mouse. Yes, a mouse, that fits the scene here in the hand of a wild cat.
"You are the only family." His hand curled back to my waist again, pulling me firmly to him. "Stop this s**t now, Callum; people are here." His scent, mixed with whiskey, was filling my head with fog.
"Should I send them out? Before that—telling them how bad
