I woke up sandwiched between two women who'd apparently forgotten they weren't the only ones with working brains in this arrangement.
"Don't stare at her too long. That's creepy." Mera paced around my kitchen island, her tail swishing behind her like an irritated cat. "But maintain eye contact so she knows you're paying attention."
"And don't touch her," Cheon added from the couch, where she sat with perfect posture despite being naked except for one of my shirts. "Physical contact initiates the drain. We established this."
I groaned into my coffee mug. "Why are you two lecturing me like I didn't fuck your brains out a few hours ago?"
Mera stopped pacing. Cheon's cheeks flushed pink.
"That's different," Cheon said finally. "We consented to the drain."
"And Aurora hasn't." Mera leaned over the counter, yellow eyes narrowing. "So no touching."
"I wasn't planning on touching her."
"You touched her hand yesterday," Cheon pointed out.
