Women are always awesome. If there’s no big ‘O’, it’s his fault. That’s your story and you’re sticking to it.”—Maya O’Connell, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride and total sex-pert. A lot of people say that when they are nervous, butterflies take up residence in their stomachs. Gavin got rhinos. Giant, ungainly, dangerous beasts that stomped and frolicked on his intestines, and the urge to vomit stabbed at him. His rising cock deflated the moment they crossed the apartment’s threshold. Gina followed him, her scent teasing his fox with its alluring flavors, but he couldn’t shove down the unease. He’d found his mate, for fuck’s sake. And wasn’t that scary as hell. She strode past him into the renovated apartment, and he tried to look at it through her eyes. He noted the bright walls, splashes of pale color that lightened the tiny area. Furniture had been purchased from the local stores, and the apartment appeared brand new. He remembered what Jenner had done, remembered Elise’s descriptions of cow’s blood splattering the walls.
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