Eryn POV
Atticus holds me tight to his chest as he carries me out of the ballroom. I should be embarrassed at the scene he is causing, but I am turned on. The scent of my arousal is starting to permeate the air, and Atticus picks up the pace. He bursts through the double doors and races up the Omega stairs to our room.
Once we are inside, he sets me on my feet and spins me around. Atticus drops to his knees in front of me and lifts the skirts of my gown. With a chuckle, he disappears beneath them. I can feel his hot breath on my core, and I whimper with need. His hands trail up my thigh, and they lightly brush across my slit. He is such a terrible tease.
"You aren't being fair," I pout.
Atticus fights his way out of my skirt and looks up at me with a grin. "What did you say?" He jokes. "I couldn't hear you under all of this fabric."
"I said you aren't being fair," I shout at him as he disappears back under my dress.
"Still can't hear you," he calls back.