TRIXIE'S POV
How is it even possible for it to be that big? Is it a werewolf thing? Like, do all Alphas carry around a literal baseball bat in their underwear?
I paced around my bedroom, my brain spinning out of control. How does he even walk normally with that thing dangling between his legs?
It didn't make any logical sense. There was absolutely no way that could fit inside a woman. A woman would actually pass out. She would literally die trying to take all of that.
The moment Hunter's deep voice echoed from the bathroom doorway, promising he would be *gentle* when the time comes, my survival instincts kicked in.
"Shut up, you psychopath!" I screamed, grabbing the nearest plush pillow and hurling it at his head with all my strength.
The pillow just bounced uselessly off the heavy
