Rejected Luna
The alpha’s fangs nipped on Jules’s finger.
His underwear uncomfortably wet, Jules snatched his hand away and cleared his throat, trying to push away the mental image of sitting on the Xeus’s face as the alpha licked him between his legs. What the fuck. Where was this even coming from?
Focus, Jules.
Turning away swiftly to hide his flushed face, Jules walked to the computer and put on his gloves—he didn’t want to leave his fingerprints anywhere, just in case. His fingers were still trembling as he turned the computer on. There was a password, of course, but that didn’t bother him. His uncle wasn’t very imaginative. It took Jules only several attempts before he guessed the password—his uncle’s birthday, pfft. He pulled out his flash drive and started copying anything that looked remotely interesting.