Thirty-Two: Luna’s Manipulation

FLEKI

That she-wolf was of a different breed.

I didn't know what it was about her, whether it was her unnatural beauty that was capable of robbing every living thing of their breaths anytime she walks into a room or her bravery and courage in trying to get a raise out of me at any opportunity she could get or the way she was so brazen in bed, the way she takes the length of me like a greedy little thing, the way her pussy felt like it was made for me, her uninhibited moans and whimpers.

And the fact that she had dared to ask for more after I was done with her and I was sure I should have worn her out like all those she-wolves before. No she-wolf had dared to be able to catch her breath after that long hour fucking not to talk of even wanting more or initiating it.

So she was of a different breed.

And even though I was annoyed and hated her existence and wanted to stab something into those hauntingly beautiful blue eyes of hers, I was also mildly fascinated and impressed by her.

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