"Tell me," he insists, massaging her breasts lightly, teasingly. His voice vibrates against her skin.
"I um... I was sixteen," she says, trying to focus on the memory and not the Alpha sucking sharply on her small nubs, milk leaking from the corners of his mouth and dirtying his pristine suit. "Oh- oh f**k- I umm... they were talking about shifters and how we're supposed to present when we're sixteen and I was thinking it's not going to be a big deal since I've never known my parents and they're probably both human but then- oh fuck." He holds her by her wait, thrusting up insistently.
"Keep going," he says, his tone just a little too deep.
"Then, one of the football players dragged me into the janitor's closet and he was telling me how I was so pretty, pretty enough to be hucow and I-
