Her hand jerked back like she'd touched fire.
Eyes wide.
Face burning.
Because that... that was...
'He's not even FULLY hard yet and he's...'
[Oh. OH. Yeah, beastmen are... um... proportionally blessed. Did I forget to mention that?]
'YOU THINK?!'
Eight inches.
EIGHT.
And he wasn't even completely aroused yet.
Just semi-hard from carrying her and smelling her scent and fighting for control.
Faelyn's mind flashed back to Earth.
To the zoo break room.
To the day she'd walked in to grab her lunch from the fridge and found Marcus hunched over his phone in the corner, headphones in, completely oblivious to her entrance.
She'd been about to scare him.
Creep up behind him and make him jump like she always did.
But then she'd seen his screen.
The very NSFW content playing.
The ridiculously proportioned actors doing things that made her wonder how that was even physically possible.
She'd frozen.
Debated backing out quietly.
But her traitorous mouth had other ideas.
