The Lycan's Feisty Hostage
She laughed as she pulled back, her lips pulled up in a smile as she stood up.
“Where are you going?”
“To take a swim.”
“A what now?” I said as I tried to stand up, but my body was too soft from all the attention.
“A swim. Have you gone deaf from that orgasm,” Storm mocked, looking very frustrated and horny. Unfortunately for him, his mate was going for a jump now. “You are such a smug little asshole,” he grunted as I finally stood up as she ran across the meadow. Her hair flowed behind her back. She looked like a forest sprite, sprinting towards her freedom. She stopped at the edge of the cliff and pulled her pants down, and then she motioned me.
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