Squeal: The Squeakquel (Squeakverse, #2)

by Vera Valentine

The door of the trailer thumped behind me with a protesting squeak as I headed in to “get ready.” My feet grew heavy as my shoes distorted and lengthened,

“Is Seb teasing you, my little flower? Do you want his knot? I can make him give it to you if you really want it.”

Grabbing his hips, I used my cock and grip to push him so tight against Poppy he had no choice but to give her the knot she needed.

I walked around the edge of the nest, sliding the glass doors of the balcony open to get some fresh air in the room, which was beginning to smell like an orgy in a bakery.

Something was coming soon, and it sure as hell wasn’t the storm.

“Keane’s supposed to be the grumpy one, but you’ve been looking at every man here like you want to take a potato peeler to his dick, honey.”

“Think you could get me to come that much? I’ll give you the sweetest breakfast you’ve ever tasted.”

hey! I told you no channel 13, you perv. Turn that off, you’re not gonna learn about sex from hotel porn on my watch, damnit.”