Command of the Wolf
When I hummed the Spiderman theme tune, I looked at at King from underneath my eyelashes.
He raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Really?”
I grinned, finger walking up his side. “Dude, these webs are in honor of you.”
“How thoughtful,” King gritted out, batting away my hand. When my red finger walked up his inner thighs, his eyelids fluttered with desire. “Damn you, I’ll deny with my dying breath that you just made that sexy.”
I whispered hot against his ear, “But I did, right?”
Moon strode go to the Alphas, who circled him with surprised delight. The moon’s beams shone across his skin, when his magic swirled in pirouetting spirals.
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