"Are you sure about that?" Jael asked in her ear. "I am absolutely comfortable with an audience but I don't think you are." As he spoke, he wrapped his palms across her chest, cupping her bosom.
Mauve's eyes widened as the door slowly opened, she tried to get out of his legs but he held her still, his hands pressing her against his body. His lips rested on her neck and his fangs lightly touched her skin.
"Jael," she cried and tried hard to pull away but he wouldn't let go of her.
Yasmin walked in and turned around to close the door. She approached the bed with her head slowly rising to look at Mauve.
"I wasn't sure if we needed more yarn so I wanted to confirm with…" As soon as her eyes rested on Mauve, the words died in her throat and she became rooted to the spot. A look of horror on her passed across her face, nevertheless, she recovered quickly and bent her head forward.
