ZAYDEN
I let out a frustrated grunt as my hands moved into my pants to caress my hard on, my eyes flipping close as I did. I stroked gently back and forth and imagined my hands were that of my mate. I pictured her small, round face with her mane of thick black hair falling all over her face and her titties poking out at me, waiting to feel my hands on them.
My strokes grew more frantic as I thought of all the things I’d have loved to do to her. Pulling my aching member out of the confines of my pants, I swallowed hard, allowing my imaginations run wild. I needed a good release, and I also need a lubricant… anything to make me c*m faster.
No matter how much I denied it, no matter how bad I treated her, she was my mate. My body knew it, my wolf knew it. I felt the mate bond anytime my
