i can't let him

“Scarlet,” Ryan murmurs my name. The music switches to a sultry beat, the lights dimming as the voices lower to whispers. “It’s customary for couples at our celebrations to... enjoy each other ... publicly.” His eyes are wary, unsure, yet I can spot the spark of desire in their depths.

I can’t help the slight widening of my eyes as I search my memory. How had I forgotten all the pack dinners I’d been sent away to my friends’ houses for, told they were only for adults? This was why. As shifters we are all very open with our sexuality, and this is a common way to introduce new members to a pack, to welcome them and make them feel comfortable. Except after living with the humans for so long it doesn’t necessarily have the same effect on me.

“It would be considered disrespectful to leave now but we can, just say the word and we’re gone,” Ryan says, the moans surrounding us becoming more apparent. He leans into me, his breath brushing against my ear, sending tendrils of desire to my core.