"Gossip about us will arise from here on." I groan with frustration, I hate being the centre of scandals I have been so for most of my life.
"I think it will be about how my female attacked me to the ground and attempted to eat me up." He states with a grin and I glower at him. He finds this humorous all of it. "Now where were we?" My male asks sitting up from his lying position pushing his chest against my bosoms. "Let me have just one bite." He opens his mouth wide as though he is going to take a bite off my flesh.
"Král." Drakho's hasty interrupting voice from outside our tent bursts through our bubble of lust and has me flinch and freeze on my route to pleasure. Phobos groans with discontentment for he is often disturbed before going for the final kill.
"Speak," Phobos commands in an authoritative tone as he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses over the side of my neck evoking goosebumps across my scorched skin.
