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#102
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sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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“I don't fuckin' know! That's why I took a picture, because he didn't believe me when I told him the first fuckin' time!” Ash exclaimed, narrowing her eyes at the werewolf on her living room floor. The entire thing was frustrating when all of the evidence was on her side. The black outs were the biggest and most undeniable indicator. How could he have never thought about recording himself before? That would have answered his question relatively quickly. Instead, he had someone fucking spell it out for him and he still didn't believe her! She pointed a spot on the screen, narrowing her eyes until they were little more than slits, tapping her nail against the screen, “That's your fuckin' face and you are in major denial if you say that isn't fuckin' you.”
So far, every person in the room had uttered, or more like screamed, the word “fuck.” There was no decency here. Audrey didn't expect any from the alpha. There was never any decency from alphas unless they had no need to flaunt their dominance; but the humans? She expected more from her employer. Still, there was something sexy in the way she handled herself. Nora was gorgeous, even moreso when she was putting her wit in the spotlight. Audrey squirmed uncomfortably in her seat at the mention of eating her. That part wasn't likely, alphas had other plans that--
Audrey squeaked, straightening in her seat, looking at Hal with wide eyes her mouth instantly going dry. Had she still had her wolf ears out, they would have been pressed flat against her head. As it was, however, her fingers laced and unlaced, laced and unlaced, stopping only to wipe clammy hands on the pencil skirt she'd put on the day before.
Ash snorted, “You're fucking kidding, right? I mean, you're welcome to try, if my girlfriend doesn't get a taste of her first.”
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Posted 01-19-2018, 01:22 AM
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