Page 41 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

And when she starts to moan and slide her hands up and down her body? Yeah, I fucking hear it.

I hear everything.

So sweet. So fucking good.

I can’t help myself.

I unzip my jeans and free my hard-as-steel cock.

Next, I squeeze and run my hand up and down my length, using precum to lubricate the way.

“Goddamn,” I growl, listening to her moans and heavy breathing as she works herself harder.

I want to climb inside with her. I want to show her what being mates means. But I can’t.

Not yet.

I can’t make myself leave either.

So yeah, I listen, and I fuck my hand while she gets herself off.

Sick or twisted—whatever you want to call it—I am rooted to the fucking spot.

And when she finally comes?

I do too, with a roar so fucking loud it shakes the whole forest.

A few minutes later, I listen to the sound of her shower turning on. She's probably getting ready for work.

Mate.

“I know.”

Go see mate.

“I plan to.”

Apologize to her.

That one makes me wince.

Yeah...

About that.

Most men bring flowers.

Bears maybe bring fish.

Mine apparently bites women.

Smooth.

Real smooth.

The least I can do is shower for her.

Walking away takes some convincing but I manage it.