Phobos moves at the speed of lightning to swiftly snatch the blanket from the opposite couch and shield me with it from head to toe. His palm settles against the back of my head and he forces me into his neck obscuring the entirety of my half-naked quivering being from view.
"Mine!" My male snarls furiously flashing his canines at our guests and I gently punch his chest cautioning him to restrain his Alpha pheromones that are intensely spilling out of his pores to permeate the air.
After a few seconds of awkward pin-drop stillness, I peek through the blanket at Deimos who has his apologetic eyes adhered to the roof above him whilst he has his palm clamped over Kal's eyes screening his sight. "Let me see, papa! I want to see them wrestling." Kal whines struggling under his father's grip to be set free. Wrestling?
"What did I tell you, Lumina?" Deimos barks with annoyance not moving an inch while endeavouring to hold onto the little one who is resisting his tight hold.
