Savannah turned to me, eyes wide. “Don’t let me fall asleep, Jaxson.”
“That’s the least of our worries,” I ground out, my voice rough. Heat
coursed through me, and I knew full well that as soon as we drank that wine,
we’d be doing everything but sleeping.
Worry wrapped around Savannah, and her lips pressed together. “We’re
not participating in an orgy, if that’s what you were implying.”
I raised the goblet to my lips and released my alpha presence, hoping it
might help Savannah keep her head on straight. “Whatever happens,
whatever you think you want, don’t let me fuck you.”
She swallowed hard and nodded.
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Savannah
The wine was fruity and tart and better than anything I’d ever had.
Impossible flavors curled around my tongue—it tasted like tart cherries and
the summer wind. It smelled of sunlight and filled me with a sensation like
the world waking in spring.
Licking my lips, I moaned softly as the alcohol warmed my stomach. A
man with a chiseled physique pirouetted across the grass, shaking an
instrument with bells.
I laughed and took another sip of wine, then frowned when I noticed that
my cup was empty. Looking up, I met Jaxson’s intense gaze. He was
watching me closely, and though his body was as stoic as a statue, his eyes
were awash in emotions—desire, longing, and lust.
Warmth spread through me like the sun breaking through clouds, and it
felt like my insides were alive with sparkling bubbles. An immense joy
buffeted my spirits, and I raised my hands toward the sky and twirled.
Somehow it was dark now, and thousands of stars twinkled from the heavens
above like the lights hung around the garden, casting a warm glow over us.
“Let’s dance, Jaxson!” I dropped my cup and took his hand, trying to tow
him into the crowd of revelers, but he was as immobile as a rock.