Wymond's point of view

I pushed the door open and entered my room, but my feet stopped in their tracks when I saw my mate standing in front of the dresser, wearing one of my white t-shirts, which looked more like a very short dress on her.

It stopped just a few inches away from her @ss, exposing her beautiful, long, and milky legs—wait, did I just call her beautiful?

'Yeah, you did. Just admit she's one hell of a sexy mate.'

'I can already imagine her underneath us. It's such a ...