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Jane.

I never imagined that I would spend two nights straight in my partner's bed. He is incredibly sweet, and he pleasured me so well. He’s too good at this. I am too sore to stand up. I stare lazily at my mate, who is sleeping peacefully. I keep admiring God in the form of a man. He’s too handsome. This guy right here is mine, and he's the guy that women would kill to have. He’s my mate.

“I suppose you're satisfied with the way you got fucked,” Amber says. "It’s my turn to get fucked as well.”

What the fuck?

"What the heck are you talking about, Wolfy? I don’t understand your language. Can you repeat what you just said?”

I start freaking out. She knows I can no longer tolerate having Vishal's shaft inside of me. Is she purposely making things more difficult for me?

"I know you can hear me clearly, Jane. Stop pretending," she whines. "Don’t be selfish, darling. We both own our mate. He’s not yours alone. I will have my share with him. After all, I'm his mate as well, and I