Ever's POV
“What?” I turned to see him staring weirdly.
“My clothes. I need help with them. Help me get them off,” he repeated. I clenched my fists tightly and headed toward him.
On reaching him, I helped him unbutton his shirt. I could still feel his gaze on me, and I shifted uncomfortably. Then he stopped staring, and I finished up with the buttons, helping him pull it off.
I turned my back again.
“You're not done yet,” he stated again. “My undergarment won't unstrap itself,” he said, and I almost choked.
There was no way I was doing that. No freaking way.
“Tell me, which do you think would be worse?” he cooed. “Unstrapping my undergarment or a night in the Harem, now when the males in your pack had probably drunk to their fill?” he asked.
And after thinking about it, he was righ
