69. SIN

His body was different.

I knew that no person looked the same. Everyone was different and unique in their own way. David had been with us during my heat, I could remember seeing him, but I didn’t remember many details about it.

Now I had a first-row view of everything I had missed when I was in heat.

My eyes darted over every inch of him, taking in the dark ink that covered nearly every inch of his chest. He was fit like Tyrone and Michel, but his body was firmer. My heartbeat increased as my eyes slipped lower to the patch of neatly trimmed hair at the apex of his thighs. Not bare but not a lot of hair either.

I studied his cock next and then the tattoos on his thighs.

“You have so many,” I whispered.

“And he’ll probably get a few more until every inch of his body is covered in ink,” Tyrone muttered from behind me.

David shifted from foot to foot. “I don’t think anybody has ever studied every inch of me like you.”

Swallowing, I looked at Tyrone over my shoulder. I was still un