The Alpha’s college Mate
“I have been reading werewolf smut.”
“Werewolf smut?” I asked, amused, then chuckled. “Where did you find that?”
“Oh, you know, online,” Clara said, sliding her hand lower and cupping my dick through my jeans. “You have no idea how many horny women are on those reading apps. You can find some freaky shit.”
“Is that right?”
She stroked me up and down, then pulled my zipper down. “Yep.”
I stiffened, already on the edge of losing control the way I had last night. Clara was testing my patience again today. The full moon might have passed, but now that my mate was marked, the pull between us had only grown stronger.