She sucks in a sharp breath, her hands moving over me. I hold still, fascinated by her softness. My mate is small against me, her head barely reaching my pectorals, but she feels perfect in my arms. Her hands move up and down on my skin, tracing muscles, and she clucks under her tongue when she feels my ribs. I burn with shame at that. I know I am lean—we all are. Food is increasingly hard to come by. I hope she does not hate the sight of my body. She looks up at me, her eyes hot, and scrapes the tips of her teats against my chest deliberately. I groan and nearly lose control. That is it. Time
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