11
Bella
“Give me that big c**k, Rager. Don’t make me beg.”
Shock held me frozen in place. Clenching my teeth, I swallowed hard. That voice. I knew that grating, feminine voice. I didn’t want to see what was going on in that room, but I couldn’t risk being wrong. Not about this.
Peeking around the edge of the doorframe, I leaned in just enough to catch sight of a naked feminine body walking toward the shower. Rager was out of view, but the woman swaying her hips as she approached the shower was tall and lithe, strong, with long blonde hair hanging free halfway down her back. She held her breasts cupped in her hands like offerings as she licked her lips with an eager smile on her face, waiting for my mate’s big c**k.
Thalia.
I hadn’t known her long, but I didn’t know many people on V
