Our Submissive Sin
driving my heat all the way up into his—
“Beta Commander, the usual blood-cuts?” Katy asked, her dry voice cutting straight through my explicit thoughts like a splash of river ice. Katy was a seasoned pack worker, her brown eyes carrying deep, dark rings from spending decades monitoring the fires, her cheeks hollowed out from age, and thick silver streaks running through her dark fur. She was wearing her standard pink and beige den apron, which hung loosely over her bony frame.
I blinked, my jaw locking in sudden embarrassment. Even the old worker's haggard face couldn't kill the massive, agonizing erection throbbing hard against my leathers.
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