'Abort mission!
Abort mission!!!'
Her mind screamed.
That wasn't a cock.
That was a weapon of mass destruction.
Seriously.
She had read those absurd werewolf novels where a woman supposedly needed two hands just to wrap around a man's shaft.
This wasn't quite that ridiculous. But it was still more than a little terrifying.
'Holy shit.'
She genuinely wasn't sure which was thicker:
Kaelith's best feature.
Or her wrist.
Which, unfortunately, didn't stop it from being ridiculously attractive.
Smooth.
The same honey-brown shade as the rest of his skin.
So hard that the veins stood out clearly beneath the surface.
Moisture glistened at the tip.
And against every survival instinct she possessed — and against all common sense — she found herself curious.
So she pushed herself upright.
Suddenly, Kaelith's length was very close to her face. It twitched beneath her gaze as she slowly took in every detail.
A bead of moisture began to gather at the tip.
