“MATE,” Jerimiah’s inner wolf calls out once again. Jerimiah allows himself to follow the scent of his new mate that leads him to a beautiful young girl, stretch out on a sofa, dressed wearing a man's shirt with buttons loose, exposing her black sports bra that is covering what seems to be full breast. Jerimiah wonders if he is looking at a girl or a woman by the size of her breast. The girl is wearing the shortest denim short he has ever seen, ‘can you even call it a short?’
Her tall legs seem that they go on forever are covered by fishnet stockings that run his eyes down to the hem of ankle boots. Jerimiah manages to pull his eyes off her beautiful body. He stands over the girl, looking down at her long messy blond hair that needs a root touch-up. Her skin smooth, golden brown. J
