Forty One
Terrence
I have read a lot about white wolves. And I know what this is.
My Timothee is in heat.
He doesn't even realize it. His body's temperature rose drastically. His hole began to lubricate and his urgency to bond with me was surging.
He wants me to be his. Him, mine.
Completely.
"Ahhh! Right there..." Timothee moaned every time I would go deeper, every thrust. His eyes are looking back at me as hungrily as the reflection of mine in his eyes, half lidded and drunk. Beau would surface sometimes and I would see my own eyes flicker to bright yellow.
I couldn't be bothered to think why his eyes were golden earlier. I just want this, right here, him and I, sealing our union as mates.
Goddess, I love this boy.
"I love you, Timothee." I whispered in his ear as I bury my
