Gavriel’s low chuckle vibrated through the air, dark and teasing. Althea raised an eyebrow at him and, with a pout, reiterated, “It’s really big, and what’s funny about that? I really wonder how it even fits inside of me.”

She was too adorable when drunk, saying nonsense things like that and acting like a child while her face was so red.

“Come here,” he said, his voice deepening. “Let me remind you how perfectly we fit, my little mate.”

She released a big sigh but then ...