Protected by the Moon Goddess
Then I look at Hannah and I remember the glint of steel I saw between her legs yesterday in the showers, and I realize it's all very real.
Hannah crouches down to my eye level and gestures to my alphas for her to speak to me.
She places her hand on my shoulder.
"It really isn't that bad," she says.
"I find that hard to believe," I mutter. "I mean, my nipple is one thing, but my..."
As my voice trails off, I look down at my crotch, silently finishing my sentence.
"It's not really through your clitoris," says Hannah. "Look."
Without the slightest hint of shame or low sexiness, she lifts her leather thong and spreads her crouched knees wide to give me a full view.
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