I walked into the hotel lobby and broke into a huge grin as I caught wind of the most perfect scent to ever exist. There was my mate, waiting patiently for me. As she stood, I took her in. She was wearing a sweater in my new favorite color--the one that matched her hazel green eyes. And her jeans sculpted perfectly over her round ass. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her perfect curves. My eyes traveled down to her luscious thighs, and I started picturing them wrapped around my waist while I was buried deep inside her. My c**k started to respond as my pants tightened the longer I looked at her.
My name rolled off her tongue like silk, and I knew I would never get tired of listening to her say it, or scream it, or moan it—preferably scream and moan, as soon as possible. The urge to mate
