Don’t Call Me Yours, Alpha
Daniel looks up at me and squints as if the sun is bothering him, but doesn't move, "Are you selling them?"
"No," he replies, managing to move enough to grab a bottle. As he does, I can't help but lower my gaze to his big, tanned body. So fücking delicious. I can't help but notice there's a slight bulge in his trunks, "Here you go."
‘It's for us,’ my wolf tells me, starting to get excited. ‘He's hard for us. Our alpha. Go to him. I need him.’
My wolf is an omega slüt most of the time, but I guess now that she's around Daniel every day it's going to get worse... or maybe…