Thoren
I wasn’t letting her walk.
Not tonight.
The moment her parents offered to stay with the boys while they finished their snacks, I swept Nevara up into my arms. She let out a surprised laugh that quickly melted into a pleased hum as she settled against my chest.
“Thoren,” she murmured, but there was no real protest in it.
I carried her down the quiet hallway, her weight familiar and perfect in my arms. Her hands immediately began roaming—sliding over my chest, tracing the lines of muscle through my shirt with slow, deliberate strokes.
“I never tire of this,” she whispered, voice husky. “The bond… every time we touch, it sends these electric tingles straight through me. It makes my p***y tingle too.”
I nearly stumbled.
“Keep your voice down,” I growled softly, glancing around.
