Bohdi
By the mighty Hades, I had found him.
Here he was, kneeling on the ground of my feet, trying to defy his Alpha. A weakling of an Alpha no less, one wave of my hand and his face would have been in the mud or, better yet, the feces of some crying pup that had escaped their very own panic room.
His tousled hair was a mess, the top part of his body free from any clothing, giving me the perfect view of what Selene or Parisa themselves have given me. A werewolf, fitting since the only supernatural I can barely tolerate are the wolves.
My fingers ached to run through his hair, to feel the muscles of his back as he grips me from behind, thrusting his glorious manhood inside me. My thighs clenched, thinking of what dirty things I could do to him.
He was a young one, I'll give him that.
