Chapter 89 To rather die

• I wished that was true. I really did. But as far as Keith's priorities seemed to be, I was somewhere after Amber and complete strangers. How many male strangers had he fucked since I met him? How many were virgins? Did he find me so repulsive that he preferred anyone else? I understood nothing. I was completely lost. I tried to focus on the feel of his erection inside me. It was the most intense, wonderful experience of my life. I could feel veins on his cock as he thrust and pulled out. Each one produced tiny bursts of pleasure. It was just too bad that, to Keith, I was just another stranger to fuck. Another hole. My wolf wasn't burdened with all the contradictory impulses swirling in my brain. As far as he was concerned, everything was fine. Better than fine, perfect.
• He began moaning and cursing as the wall between our stalls took a beating. I sure hoped it was attached well to the wall. It would be difficult to explain if we broke the stall.
• "Oh, Christ!" he cried out. Alpha George would not approve!