Zale
What were those fuckers up to? The lust threatened to override my sanity. Here I was trying to write up a patrol route to keep my people safe, and my mates were f*****g each other. At least they were careful to not get Amanda involved. No one was allowed to touch her again until I marked her. Javier had to pay for jumping ahead.
I was still having trouble deciding what to use. I was torn between using wax at a higher degree than usual, or a whip that could cut through his tanned skin. He would of course heal whichever way I decided, but in the moment he would be bathed in the beauty of scars and blood.
My c**k twitched. f**k them. I glanced over my shoulder at the door they both vanished into. Maybe I shouldn't let them get away with this.
Fuck it. I would work on our se
