This morning, I woke up alone with Felix. His hot muscles cording, as his mouth sucked hard against my clit while his fingers were stroking against my waking tight walls. I gasped sharply, feeling the vacancy of his mouth, as he spoke, “Good morning, Mate. Time for your training”, he smirked darkly, possessive curls in his fingers drifting over that engorged sensitive bud. I cried out to the sensation. Felix took training seriously, as the pack ferocious warrior. He was demanding, unrelenting, and would push me further than I ever thought I could manage. But even in his darkest desires, the mate bond filled him love and adoration for me. I was finding out through his explorations that there was a part of me that enjoyed his rough handling. And sense of security that he may push me, he would never hurt me.
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