The Lycan's fated weak mate
“I hope you understand that, Mr. Ste-phen.”
“Sure… I do,” Ste-phen nodded. “Bella?”
“Yes, Mr. Ste-phen.” Bella's expression beamed with so much excitement. Spreading his legs, he ordered in a low, commanding voice, “C'mon.”
Mason's nerves stilled.
Wait, what?!
What is happening?
“I want a long kiss, professor. French,” Bella chuckled while Mason's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
“Sure,” Ste-phen agreed, and Mason looked at him in disbelief, wondering if Ste-phen was drunk.
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