“What animal was your father?” Gunner asked as he brought his hand up and started rubbing his thumb along Gordy’s wrist.
The touch caused tingles to course through Gordy’s body, and did nothing to help make his hard d**k go down. Swallowing hard, Gordy responded, “He shifted into a rottweiler and mom was a Doberman. Needless to say, I didn’t shift around them. I was always afraid my dad would eat me or something.”
Gunner continued to caress Gordy’s hand, asking, “So what did they tell you about being a shifter?”
Shaking his head, Gordy replied, “Nothing. We never discussed it after that day.
Gordy gasped as Gunner’s maharishi lifted from his arm, gasping, “So you know nothing about being a shifter and what that means for you? You know nothing about mates and sharing souls…
nothing?”
