Feral Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #3)

by Caroline Peckham

“Alright, I’ll start with my green light list. You can fuck me any way you like but if you’re gonna knock on my back door, then sometimes I can get a bit aggro. As in, you might have to beat me down to do it. It’s my Alpha instincts. I like it once I’m down though. But I don’t go down easy. I kinda turn into a savage animal. One guy lost a leg. Actually…I don’t remember the last time someone got me down. I think it was that Bear Shifter who had me shift into a four titted leprechaun. Or it might have been the Cerberus who had me shift all my orifices into vaginas. All of them, shadow man. All of them.” I pointed at my ear as Ethan’s upper lip peeled back. “And you liked that?” “Well…it wasn’t really about me liking it. It was about them. I had to fuck for cash sometimes because my pockets were full of broke dust bunnies and sometimes it was the only way to get a roof over my head for the night too, so…” I shrugged and Ethan’s brows lowered. “That’s awful, man,” he said and I shrugged again. “There are worse things for an Incubus to be doing.” “Not if you didn’t wanna fuck those Fae,” he pointed out and my face twisted in a frown.

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