Haven

“My-my turn,” called out, howling as loud as a wolf might at the moon. “Here it is.”

As the orgasm rocked his body, he looked down and—as though he woke up in the moment of climax—watched as he came hand-free.

There was no Griff, no mystery man.

His body was covered only in sweat and his own semen, his cock involuntarily swelling despite the absence of a mate.

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