He does not acknowledge me merely watching me with narrowed eyes as though he is unsettled with me. Have I done something wrong? The beast crawls forward towards my heat as I gasp and timidly attempt to escape from his emerging hands.
He is fleet to arrest me and drag me by my ankles to lay me underneath him as a diminutive scream of fright passes my lips. My male hovers above me his globes stewing with rising rage. What is he so bitter about?
"P-Phobos?" I call his name softly eager to know what is the problem. I feel numerous eyes on us, I do not like it. I do not wish to give them a show of whatever this is. I shift my face to the right to peek out of the tent, indeed they are all staring at us many giggling and gossiping about what they see. He leans down with a formidable slowness h
