"I swear to Gaia, if I'm f*****g stuck like this, s**t is going to rain down on everyone's head," I yelled to the ceiling.
Silence was my answer.
Taryk had run up here, blaring the Code Sexy Times from Hell alarm. I slammed the door and barricaded myself into my home. Made sure to triple-check the line of locks running down the side of my door.
With no extra vajayjay in this place, I was keeping to myself. My hand would do well enough in a pinch. And I definitely wasn't a switch hitter like Atlas, the lucky bastard.
By the time the magic swelled and hit me like a f*****g tractor trailer, I had my pants around my ankles and one lubed up hand ready to f*****g go. I hadn't expected that hand, or any of my limbs, to get stuck in between human and bear.
I'd almost sliced off my d**k.
