“You can fucking try, you big asshole.” There are moments in life when you make a decision and you know right away if it’s the right or wrong one. When Misha closed his eyes and pressed his hips forward, driving his massive cock against my clit—clothes be damned for all the good they did—I still felt pretty good about my rebuttal. When his eyes flew open at the little moan that escaped my lips, they were glowing orange, and I started feeling a little wary. When the black shirt he was wearing ripped to make way for his leathery, black wings, and his horns started to grow, I wondered if I was
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