She gazes up at me unbuckles my belt and undoes my pants. Sliding her hand inside my boxers she grips my length.
Closing my eyes I thrust into her hand but the vision of my Little Vixen pops into my head and I know I cannot betray the bond.
“I am not in the mood tonight,”
“You are always in the mood for me,”
“Not anymore,”
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I was born to be extraordinary, meant to be a powerful force among all creatures.
Born to three hybrid werewolves I should have been more powerful, more magical than any creature on this earth.
But I am not.
My wolf’s fur is silver, but I do not possess any of the abilities of a silver wolf.
My witch heritage should have been enough for my powers to manifest naturally but they did not.
I am nothing more than ordinary.
An ordinary disappointment to the family.
I am a wolf with no abilities and a human with a smart mouth that gets me into nothing but trouble.
