“He liked that she was vulnerable, but feisty all at the same time. It made him want to pin her down and rut her into the dirt, then feed her buttered seed cakes and stroke his claws through her shiny, luscious mane while he told her the stories of his youth. Viruk, she’s going to be the death of me.”

“He liked that she was vulnerable, but feisty all at the same time. It made him want to pin her down and rut her into the dirt, then feed her buttered seed cakes and stroke his claws through her shiny, luscious mane while he told her the stories of his youth. Viruk, she’s going to be the death of me.”

— Alexis B. Osborne