Next, her fingers grazed the bold print of my bulging pants.

“Why did you leave your mating ceremony?” Her voice was like a soft breeze, caressing my skin. Goosebumps rose over my body as she sank to her knees slowly — like a slut in a club house, eyes locked on mine. Her fingers held the edge of my waistband, pulling my pants down. The crisp air hit my skin and I gulped loudly.

The tension in the air was thick and pulsing. That same small smile was still plastered on her cheeks.

Her ...