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Ourmatehasaravenous appetite for sexual activities which does not surprise me in the slightest. It would be strange if she didn’t need more than the average shifter, considering she has four fated mates instead of one. It is enthralling to watch her take so much pleasure in everything.
She is enthusiastic and unashamed to ask for what she wants.
So, I do not know why I am suddenly feeling a little uncertain.
We are fated. She is ours, and we are hers.
Yes, yes, Fox, but what about that weird cock of yours with the hooks at the end?
Right. There is that.
I do not have the same anatomy that Scar and Scratch have.
They are well endowed with the ability to get even bigger once inside our mate.
I am well endowed with a strange feature that might not be pleasant.
Scar had no insight to offer me when I started to ask about my hooks.
He simply told me it was a superficial difference that didn’t mean anything.
Well, now it means something.
It means I am afraid I might hurt my mate. I am also afraid she might be disgusted.
She is a wolf shifter. She will know what to expect with wolves.
She will not know what to expect with me.
I do not wish to disappoint her.
Scar lifts her off Scratch’s cock once he has come inside her for the second time and his knot has finally gone down. I panic a little bit when he places Lita next to me and she reaches for my hand.
Excuses rush through my mind, but I know making one would be lying to my mate, and for what?
There is no way to conceal my weird cock from her forever.
It would be torture in too many ways.
“Are you okay, Fox?” Lita asks.
I nod my head slowly. Then I make sure I am looking at her, so my mouth is visible.
“There is something I have not told you.”
“Okay,” she says, reaching out and stroking the side of my face. “What is it?”
“It is probably better if I show you, but I do not want you to be alarmed.”
Her eyes widen, but she stays silent and just nods.
She probably thinks you have a battering ram under your loincloth now, you idiot.
Even better, two disappointments rolled into one.
I untie my loincloth and squeeze my slowly flagging cock back to life, coercing the hooks out of the skin around the tip. I am too afraid to look at my mate and see her face now that she knows I am not like my lupine brothers.
Her hand moves close to the hooks on the right side, and she gasps when they brush against her palm.
