The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate
Still, I kept my mouth to hers, trying to make this work.
Her fingers went for the buttons of my shirt, as she popped one after another open all the way down my chest.
Her hands then pressed to the bare skin of my chest. Her fingernails were too long, they scratched uncomfortably against my skin.
I wasn’t into this at all, and was losing motivation quickly.
“Take my clothes off, baby,” Brittany said. “Make me yours.”
Brittany’s voice scratched through my mind like nails on a chalkboard, shattering any lingering illusion I had about who I was with. My dick, only partially swelled, immediately went flaccid.