Chapter Eight
Torrin eyed Juliette’s curvy, flushed body as he opened the cylinder containing the maju paste with great anticipation. The mixture sparkled like a liquid, opalescent prism, reflecting a rainbow of colors and glittering like diamonds. He looked deeply into Juliette’s wide eyes before carefully handing the cylinder to her as she sat up. “Painting our markings with maju paste is an ancient tradition among my people.”
Juliette took the cylinder with trembling hands. “I don’t have any markings.”
He nodded. “You have no markings, but I can still apply the paste,” he said, sitting next to her. “We are very protective where I’m from. Territorial. Possessive,” he warned. “I will not tolerate others in your bed.”
Juliette batted her eyelashes playfully. “Really? No threesomes? May
