(Declan POV)
Questions.
An overload of questions fluttered my brain after last night’s antics.
I didn’t regret them, no, but I did wonder… why was I so… dominant? Confident? Sexually powerful? I didn’t understand it. I was mystified as to how a sexually inexperienced teenage boy could use such words and know such explicit acts with such precision, he could make a woman c*m so damn fast and powerfully, it made his head spin.
Was this a wolf thing or a man thing?
“Morning son, how are you today?” Dad’s voice knocked me from my inner musings, back to the here and now.
“I’m alright. I think. I hope.”
With an amused smirk, Dad sighs, “tell your old man all about it.”
After urging my father off to his office; I definitely needed privacy for a conversation like this, a subject like this…
