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Chapter 7 - Hakeem
I let Meredith move her small hands over my shaft until I can’t take it anymore.
“Merry, lay on the bed,” I plead.
She smirks at me, a bit of confidence in her sexual control over us. It’s sexy as hell.
I pull Gael to me, kissing him before moving on to our mate. He moves behind me, sitting in the armchair that is stationed in the corner of the room.
Meredith looks at him confused. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”
I smile at her. “Our alpha is a bit of a voyeur. He likes to watch.”
Her mouth forms a little “o” and it’s all I can do not to push my dick down her throat. The thought of her mouth wrapped around my dick makes it bob. Later.&nb
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