Chapter 7
Kes stared after the firm, pale rump that retreated farther and farther away from him, and his fingers twitched to test its resiliency and bury his c**k between those globes.
What was wrong with him? He’d had the perfect opportunity for some fun, and he’d let the…the man walk away.
And in addition, he’d let his pride stand in the way of a quick meal.
The blood trail of the pedey led back to the gray creature, Hart’s “pod.”
Kes glared at it and whistled every curse he knew. This was what he got for trying to be a good Trel.
Well, this time he really was going to hunt up dinner.
