Evading the Cursed Alpha
His cock throbbed some more at the mental image, and he shuddered at the pleasurable chill that run through him.
“Are you cold?”
“I guess you can say that,” He selectively replied, wanting to truly take this slow so he didn’t unnerve her so.
“You need to wear a shirt then,” The female beta said, trying her very best not to lean into him, lest she be poked by his hard, impossible to ignore erection. She was dripping wet herself.
“It will be a futile action, Ken… one other side effect to your heat is this unexplainable warmth even with all of this chill… trust me, the shirt will be wet in minutes.”
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