Paros stepped closer to Rory, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Rory met the storm of desire churning in his eyes and instinctively leaned back.
The moment she retreated, Paros's hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her forward in an instant, leaving her no room to escape.
"Big sister… are you avoiding me?"
His lips hovered just a breath away from hers.
One slight movement—just one—and they would meet.
"Paros, calm down."
Rory pressed a hand against his chest, trying to keep some distance between them.
"Big sister… do you not like me?"
Paros had no intention of calming down.
He wanted her… Wanted to become her mate.
"Awuu…"
A soft, milky little cry suddenly sounded above them.
Paros's body froze instantly.
"Daddy, Mommy… what are you doing?"
The deep-blue little fruit seemed to have grown another round after a nap, bouncing lightly atop Paros's dragon horn.
Rory seized the chance and quickly pushed Paros away.
