Timber Alpha
His chest is chiselled and hard, his shirt is hiding nothing, but all I can imagine is how soft his arms would feel wrapped around me.
‘We need to feel him,’ Orla was already lovesick and panting inside, ‘his lips look so soft,’ she caused me to lick my own, ‘our mate can certainly protect us against anything, even X,’ she snarled.
‘X will be glad to have us out of his hair for good,’ I imagined, I mean he did abandon us.
‘Not when he finds out,’ Orla might have a point, ‘X won’t like that someone has filled his spot, even if it wasn’t one he wanted,’ she paused and seemed to lock into Mylo’s scent, ‘and our mate wants to fill THAT spot.’
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