Page 18 of Bad Boy

I slap and thrusts in a rhythm that has Alora’s glowing eyes rolling to the back of her head. I growl at the erotic sight, and before I know it, I’m unleashing an ungodly amount of sperm.

“Fuuuuck!” I cry out, exhausted.

We lay panting and clinging to each other. Before Alora begged me for cock, I had an agenda. We needed to talk about a multitude of things, and I needed to feed my mate. We’ve been held up in the main ranch house for over forty-eight hours without a real meal. My need to take care of Alora is overwhelming my senses.

“You need to eat something, darlin’. We have a long day ahead of us,” I say, finally catching my breath.

We still need to prepare for our official ceremony for Alora’s first shift. The full moon is only a few weeks away, and she’s been nervous about shifting, but I have all the confidence in the world that she will be just fine.

After all, she’s the true mate of a bad boy.

THE END.