"Should we get her settled in the guest room?" I ask in barely more than a whisper.
Murphy shoots a murderous glare my way and growls. The sound sends a terrifying shiver down my spine. That sound basically saysI'll bathe in your blood if you try to take her from me.My palms fly up, and I take a step back.
"Don't be growly," Evie mumbles, patting his chest. "I'm sleepy."
"Do you want me to carry you down to your suite?" he asks in a tone I've never heard come from him. It's soft and soothing, and weird as fuck to hear come out of his mouth.
"Nuh-uh," she says, wrapping her legs tighter around his frame.
"You can sleep with me," Murphy rumbles.
"Okay," Evie agrees, wiping at her eyes.
Murphy heads down the hall without a backwards look in my direction. I follow because I'mobviouslynot being left out of the cuddle pile.
"Grab her a shirt," Murphy says, nodding toward his dresser.
Ah yes, so he does know I'm here.
I follow instructions, grabbing one of his huge t-shirts out of the drawer.
"Arms up," Murphy says.
I spin around and freeze. Everly is allowing my packmate to remove her dress. She sits on the edge of his bed. She's wearing an adorable Christmas-inspired bra and panty set. Her breasts are huge, at least a full D-cup if I had to guess. Her waist dips in slightly before widening into a set of thick hips and juicy thighs.
I clear my throat awkwardly and head over, handing Tom the t-shirt.
"I can't see much without my glasses," Everly mumbles, squinting like that might help.
"Right here, little one,” Murphy says, gently guiding her arms into the sleeves.
She's absolutely precious. I begin unbuttoning my shirt and quickly toss it over the chair in the corner. We've all had a bit too much to drink to push any boundaries tonight, but I'll be damned if I miss out on an opportunity to plaster my body to hers.
"I left your glasses in the living room," Murphy rumbles. "I'll grab them. You should have some water before you fall asleep, or you'll have a hell of a headache in the morning."
"Okay, thanks," Evie says, giving him a soft smile.
"Do you need the restroom?" Tom asks, and I barely hold back the bark of laughter. That man is dying to take care of someone.
"I'm good," Evie replies.
I handle removing my pants as Tom heads for the kitchen.
"Come on," I say, pulling back the thick blanket. "Next thing you know, he'll be complaining I've let you catch a cold."
Evie laughs. "He's a very sweet guy." I get her settled in the middle and climb in on the side that's usually empty.
Everly faces me. She squints as she studies my skin, and I smirk. My chest practically swells with pride as she examines my form.
"I wasn't expecting all that," she murmurs, running her cold hands overmy bare flesh.Her fingers dance over the lines of my tattoos. "Not that I can make out all the details and intricacies, but wow, you're covered in ink."
"Mmm," I agree, pulling her close to my front. Her cold feet hit my legs, and I jolt. "For the love of God, maybe Tom should worry. You're frozen."
Everly laughs. The warm heat of her breath fans over my pecs. I shiver in response and will my cock to be the gentleman I know I am. Evie twists her leg, shoving her toes between my thigh and the mattress.
"I'll have to take turns warming them up," she whispers. Her lips ghost over my clavicle as she speaks. "I'm not limber enough to figure out how to warm both feet at once."
"Aw, lass, I'll warm your toes for you," I murmur, wrapping my hand around the foot that rests on top of my thigh.