The Pack's Dragon
he flicked a teasing look back at Rhett.
“Oh, shut up,” Rhett muttered ruefully knowing his mate was mocking him.
“Do you ever feel like…” Cameron trailed away, pausing in the hallway just down the from parlour where they had been feeding.
“Like what?” Rhett put his hand on Cameron’s shoulder.
“I guess like a bull put to stud?” Cameron’s cheeks flushed vivid red. “You know, when dad and I put a bull in to breed, we’d lean against the fence and be like ‘Good boy’ when he did what he was meant to. I sometimes think of the goddess looking down at us every time we fuck and…”