I stare at the ceiling, thanking the Moon Goddess for the perfect mate. Her scent fills my nose again and we lock eyes as she enters the bedroom. I resist the urge to growl as I scan her body wearing just my shirt. Her usual braid that sits on the right side of her face is now tossed down her back; my black shirt is loose but I can still see the outline of her perfect breasts I was able to fill my hand with not too long ago. I could just barely see the fabric of the black thong covering the succulent area that made her moan my name and I lick my lips thinking about how good she tasted.
She slowly makes her way to the bed, her long, toned legs swaying her hips at each step. She lay down with her back turned to me and I could smell her arousal again. She wants to mate. If she wanted to mat
