Eryx stopped lowering his breeches and turned the material inside out. It took every effort not to trail my gaze along the hard V line, pointing down to what I already knew to be of a monstrous size. I swallowed thickly and refrained from squeezing my thighs together as liquid heat pooled there.
I could feel his smug gaze on me. My pheromones had spiked a little, but I controlled it—most likely because someone tried to assassinate me today. My heat wasn't feeling very frisky, either, it seems-- not as frisky as usual.
Eryx cleared his throat, and I realised I had been staring. I looked up, and that stupid smug smile was on his face. Fortunately, the sheer size of him hid me from the others. My attention landed on the emblem he pointed to on the inside of his breeches.
