Conroy meets the Alpha of Golden Corbin pack.
Sitting up from the mat he had tumbled upon earlier, Conroy pushed the probing fingers off his body, feeling an embarrassed blush crawl up his face.
“What is wrong your highness? Why can’t you get it up?” Antoinette questioned as she sat up alongside him, trying to stroke his cock to awareness but he pushed her hands away. They had been at it for a long while and Conroy’s dick refused to act accordingly. His wolf glared at him anytime Antoinette touched their dick.
“Your pardon Antoinette, can we pretend that this never happened and I was never here?” he asked a little flushed.
Antoinette arched a brow, “Does your little mate—err—Amelia know you are here…in this moment with me?”
A smirk played on her face.
“Do not ask me questions you already know the answer to.” Conroy snapped and rose from the mat, hastily pulling on his breeks and tunics.