The moment I say that, his palm settles over my chest, just on top of the swell of my breasts.

Instantly, the mate bond arches, as does my back as I leans in toward the heat of his hand.

From the corner of my eyes, I see Orien watch his brother’s fingers splay across my chest and an unamused, hungry look passes through his eyes.

“This situation is funny you know,” he says casually, getting up to his feet.

“I also have hands.”

“You also have no patience,” Fenric returns, ...