Aren’t you at the safe house with Killian?
KillianKillsDreams
... No, we have not been kidnapped.
MathlinHatesMath
But this guy just grabbed us and threw us into his car!
KillianKillsDreams
His name is Crush
MathlinHatesMath
So?? Are you all over him just because he has a big bulge and a cool name?
Killian froze. He hadn’t gotten a good look at Crush’s human shape. But now that he was stuck in a car with the alpha...
How big was Crush’s bulge?
Killian made himself stare at the traffic lights zooming past. They probably shouldn’t be driving this fast.I shouldn’t look at his bulge first. I like him as a person! He deserves more respect. More... something. Just more.
His eyes went straight to the bulge between Crush’s thick thighs.
Crush was wearing gray sweatpants. With no underwear. And like all the internet memes promised, Killian could see the edge of his tip pressing against the gray fabric.
The sweatpants leftnothingto the imagination.
Crush’s bulge wasbig.
Killian swallowed dryly, yanking his gaze back up. Only to see Crush’s large hands gripping the steering wheel, his thick fingers curled around the luxurious leather.
Do his hands look like that when he touches himself?
Why am I thinking about this right now? People are shooting at us!
He smacked his cheeks with both hands, only for Crush to glance at him.
“You alright?” Crush murmured.
“I, uh,” Killian squeaked. “I wasn’t looking at your bulge or anything!”
Immediately after, he shoved his hands over his mouth, wishing he could shift into a rabbit and hide under his seat.
“Fuck me,” Killian whispered.
Crush cleared his throat. “I’m sure you don’t mean that literally, right now.”
Killian moaned in abject horror. Of course Crush had heard. He was awolf.“Oh gods, shut me up. Just stuff something in my mouth. All the way to the back of my throat so I choke on it.”
Mathlin made a strangled sound behind them.
Crush coughed, his hands squeezing around the steering wheel.
This,thiswas why his captors had hated him so much. Because you could train a person to shoot a gun, but you couldn’t train his mouth to suddenlygrow a filter.
To escape the sheer awkwardness he had caused, Killian looked back at his phone, to see what else Mathlin had said about this.
