Chasing Scarlett: A Breeder Romance
I ask instead, “What is this mating ritual?”
The car is silent, and they all turn to me. Lorcan, short black hair with soft brown eyes, cracks a grin. “I believe you humans call it copulation.”
I suddenly feel sick in my stomach. “I’m not having…” I practically vomit the word. “…sex with any of you.”
Cillian snorts, lounging in his seat. “Isn’t that what they always say?”
“You never told me any of this,” I whisper, fear creeping into me slowly.