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“I am a dog,” Snaps said. “Dog, dog, dog.” He repeated the last word as he started chasing his tail, gleefully whirling. He slid on the smooth flooring and fell over, panting.
Oh, hell, I’m overthinking this. If he hasn’t put stuff in my butt by now, it’s a safe bet that non-con sex is off the table, and holding hands won’t incite him to ravish me.
As the combatant fell, she shouted, “This is Sparta!” Because obviously.
His beta tendencies and lack of self-esteem might even be what had gotten him passed over in prior Choosings. But Beryl wasn’t in the market for an alpha asshole, so that worked out great. If you had to be abducted by aliens, it was good to wind up with one who respected your boundaries and preferences.
She was talking about how she’d stroked him until he released his spermatophores.
