He drops to his knees and presses his face right against my crotch, inhaling deeply. His nose rubbing against my slit sends a pang of pleasure through my core, but I realise there are other people in the room. As well as Scythe and Xander sitting down, Beak, Yeti and a few wolves are also scattered around, drinking and smoking. “Um, Savage—” “Lyle,” Savage growls into my vulva, his voice muffled. “Fucking Lyle was here.” “I’m a person, not a place!” I say, slapping him on the shoulder and darting a look at the other males. They are all averting their eyes. Apparently Savage trusts them enough
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