I try my hardest not to laugh at what Philip said but the more Dustin looks horrified by the idea, the funnier it is.
“How do you think rogues do their business? Do you think that there are toilets scattered throughout every wood just incase there are any rogues nearby that need to use them, with their own janitor to make sure that there is always a plentiful supply of toilet roll in them?” I ask through barely stifled giggles.
“No of course I don’t think that.” Dustin pouts like a petulant child.
“Or do you think that because I was an Alpha that other rogues would be queueing up to do it for me? That would give a whole different meaning to the term arse-licker.” Philip says and I can’t hold back any longer. I full on belly laugh as tears start to roll down my cheeks. The lack of sle
