The horror on Jax's face rose fast, but not nearly as fast as the traitorous dick in his borrowed pajamas. It pushed against the thin fabric like it had a personal grudge against his survival.
He glared down at the bulge like it was an old enemy who had just switched sides. 'Motherfucker, don't you dare turn on right now. You have no fucking clue what these orcs will do if they catch even a hint of this.'
Jax slapped a hand over his crotch, trying to smother the manly aura leaking out of him. The panic must have been written all over his face because Delphine, standing right behind him, leaned in for a better look at what he was hiding.
Her eyes dropped exactly where his hand was pressing. She saw the head of his cock peeking out like it was waving hello. Jax had been trying to bend the thing from ninety degrees to one-eighty, completely forgetting the stolen pajamas were too short for that kind of monster to stay contained.
