Page 126 of Filthy Savage

“She gets super timid with new people, but give her some time to warm up,” Elara explains.

“This is Adora, Fia.” Fionn takes her hand. “She’s your cousin. Let’s go say hi.”

“Okay!”

Fia is a social butterfly. She can talk to anyone, so I’m sure they will be friends in no time.

“Hi. Wanna play?”

Adora glances at her mom, who nods enthusiastically.

Then the girl throws on a smile. “Okay.”

She finally steps away from her brother, and Fia doesn’t waste a second, taking her hand.

“Where are your toys?”

Adora points left, and they march out of the room.

“Want me to watch them?” Brody asks.

“Please, sweetheart.” Elara kisses the top of his head. “But the food is ready, so make sure you’re all back in about fifteen.”

“Okay, Mom.” He follows them to the room next door.

A small black-and-white dog comes running in, growling with a brown loafer in its mouth.

I let out a laugh. “Um, your dog has someone’s shoe in its mouth.”

Tynan groans. “That’s Bubbles. And that’s my shoe. We have a love/hate relationship that never quite went away.”

“Yeah,” Elara laughs. “She’s got a knack for destroying his things. But look on the bright side, babe.” Her palm lowers to his chest. “At least she sleeps next to you now.”

“Lucky me,” he mutters.

The dog runs out of view while Tynan shakes his head. “Anyway, let’s eat while the food is hot.”

He pulls a chair out for Elara, and she gazes at him lovingly, placing a hand on his cheek before she lowers into her seat. Only then does he take his. Fionn clearly was raised the same way, because he pulls my chair out for me too.

“After you, baby.” His smirk widens, and those treacherous butterflies roar in my gut.

As I sink into my seat and he does the same, his fingertips roll up the top of my thigh, eyes growing hooded as he drags my chair closer. While everyone starts eating, he places his palm on my knee and leaves it there. My body grows warm and aware, nipples beaded as I force myself to eat, even though it’s hard when he has his large hand on me.

“So, how’s school been going, darling?” Patrick asks Eriu, while his fingers trace up and down my thigh, making me fidget.

“It’s going well. I love my classes.”

“Oh, are you in college?” I wonder, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs.

“Yeah. I’m going for my master’s in creative writing.”

“Oh, wow! That’s awesome.”

“Yeah, she’s a fancy writer,” Patrick offers. “She just published her second book.”

“No way. How exciting.”

She nods sheepishly, clearly not comfortable with compliments, but her father is obviously proud.

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