[He's going to die. He's going to just... yep. He's dead. He's dead with a boner. A huge goddamn flaming erection sword of death that-- shit. He needs to stop being turned on. Wolfy senses. Bad.
He burrows his head back under the pillow, counting to ten, but all he can hear is each smack against a firm ass and a yelp or moan or something obscene and wondering if Scar would sound like that.
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He burrows his head back under the pillow, counting to ten, but all he can hear is each smack against a firm ass and a yelp or moan or something obscene and wondering if Scar would sound like that.
Shit.]