Frier
“you ought to be nicer to someone who’s your mate” she seductively says. Twirling her finger on my shirt that was once soaked with her tears but is now dry. My throat goes as dry as my shirt at the action. All I feel is disgust rolling in my insides. Once, this trick would’ve worked with me especially when we mated but now it doesn’t.
No attraction is coming to me when I see Deima. I have neither for her to spare other than spite and my anger. She makes no notion that she notices this as she continues to inch below as I smell her arousal in the air. My body doesn’t move an inch, even my c**k doesn’t go hard. I am filled with too much rage to even consider her anything but a parasite.
“You’re not her. You’ve taken my true mate from me temporarily” I snarl.
She purses her lips w
