“You? You’re telling me that you... but you’re one of the oldest Nakaka in this clutch, Throg.
How the hell could you create a child and not know what you were doing?” Hron asked in complete shock.
Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off of Throg. Gods, the man was so f*****g hot. That quiet power and strength, the smell of crisp chlorine, like a pool that’d just been cleaned, filled the air, and damn, if Spencer didn’t feel his c**k harden.
“Like I said, things got a bit out of control,” Throg explained.
The Nakaka’s wings started to flutter behind Throg’s back, drawing Spencer’s attention to them They were a teal leathery dragon-style wing, and Spencer knew they only moved so much when Throg was getting agitated. It was almost hypnotical to Spencer, and he was caught off guard when Pe
