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“Oh, come on, you talk so much shit I can smell it on your breath.”
Taryn was honestly starting to feel sorry for him. He obviously thought he had some sort of authority over her and she believed it would be awhile before it became apparent to him that the female he had taken as his mate did her own thing.
“What male wouldn’t want to be able to turn a dominant female like Taryn into a gorgeously submissive slave?” “Well, they would be the sane males,” said Taryn.
“No, she’s one of those people who are like Slinkys.” “Slinkys?” “Yeah. Basically useless, but they make you smile when you push them down the stairs.”
“Shut the fuck up, Trey, and make me come.” He thrust his fingers deep and again she bucked and cried out. “Whose is it, Taryn?” “As I’m the one who cleans it, waxes it, keeps it tidy, and has it medically checked, I’d say it’s mine. But you can borrow it if you like.”
“You do that again and you’ll find out what your right testicle tastes like!”
“You don’t want to be giving your mate her own way all the time.” “Yes, he does,” Taryn stated.
“I hope you’re not going to make a habit of talking out of your ass, because liars go to hell.”
He frowned. “I turned out all right.” “Erections don’t equal personal growth, Trey.”
“How does it feel? To know you hold my sanity in your hands?”
“Dante knows better than that.” The Beta winced. “Yeah, I’d kind of like to keep my foreskin.”
