“You pick the girls, even though you know.” His lips tickled against my neck, and his thumb brushed over the head of my cock. “You chase the panic, not the pain. You bring the girls knowing you’ll have a panic attack, but you like it!” He barked out a woof. “You like the panic because he comes with the panic!” He howled at the sky. “You hear him in the panic, don’t you, Cadoc Dire?”
