Little Risk of Fall (Creature Cafe, #8)

by Clio Evans

“You can feel that it’s time I find your soulmate because of your balls?” “Yes,” Jasper said, looking me dead in the eye. “It’s like an itch I can’t scratch.” It was moments like this that I questioned my sanity. Was he joking or was he being serious? “You should get that checked out,” I said as dryly as I could.

“What is a regular latte for an orc?” I asked, smirking. “Oh you know,” he chuckled. “Espresso, milk, and mayhem.”

Jasper chuckled, pressing his lips against my ear. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “I love the way you look taking my cock. I know it’s hard work but you do so well for me.” “I love it,” I gasped.