Eight Months Later….
“YES!” the whiny skank beneath me cried out right as I started to picture Chloe’s face, imagining her soft, suppressed whimpers as I finished doing my duty to my pack.
“f**k,” I snarled, the stream of my seed cut short by the tampering of my imagination.
I said this one repeatedly, just like I told all the others, just shut up and just lay face down until I was through. Even with the beast welling up inside of me snuffing out the traces of my wolf, I can’t finish unless they shut the hell up and I imagine it is Chloe I’m ramming my d**k into and not these loathsome women.
“That was great, Alpha. We should go back to-”
“Shut up,” I said in a deep warning voice. “You know where to go.”
They all know the drill, and this one is no different. My father set aside a
