Chapter Sixteen
“What part of ‘no’ didn’t you get? Do you not have any balls? I have to tell you, I do, and I’d like to keep them,” Froget’s voice growled from the doorway.
Krac hissed when Skeeter bit down on his lower lip as she jumped at the sound of Froget’s voice behind her. He released a deep, controlled breath as he pulled back. His eyes narrowed on the other male who was standing in the doorway to Skeeter’s room with his hands on his hips and impatiently tapping one large foot.
“Sorry,” Skeeter whispered, pulling back.
“You are not the one who needs to be sorry. I think I will kill him so he does not interrupt us again,” Krac growled. “I have killed for much less.”
“Fine! Threaten me all you want, but when you go to take a piss and have to sit down, think of me laughing at you
