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Hadley paused, burning at the question. He had kissed a male. Without prompting. Without feeling like he had to. It was the night with Dhiate all over again. Why had he done that? It wasn't like he'd wanted to. Had he? No, Hadley wanted to drive the male off, not kiss him like he'd had. It was supposed to be a bite, not a kiss. I guess. The words sent Hadley spinning around, bracing himself for whatever was going to happen to him for the impudence of kissing the male.
Hadley moved closer to Isa, teeth bared protectively. The male got past him though, rubbing against Isa. Why was he touching her there? Isa was his! Thinking was very difficult, lips pressing against his neck, tickling his ever sensitive ears, reaching down to his shoulder. A moan of pleasure managed to get out, finding himself aroused by the actions. The beg would have been met with a serious yes if Isa hadn't cut in, more sensible than the former slave that was used to being used in every way. Hadley moved over, kissing Isa and massaging her body, one hand lightly touching her breasts. She knew what to say. Hadley was too far gone, his length fully erect.
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