num_pages: 345
description: A female is the last thing I want or need.Doesnt matter if theyre Laoti or Luxirian or human.females mean trouble and Im so vauking tired of trouble.What I want is to spend my days in peace. After years of working in a brothel of being pawed at and owned and consumed by women I want to be left alone.Then I see her.A human female who makes my hearts pound who makes my blood rush and my wicked desire flare to life. Shes not intimidated by my scowl or my cold indifference meant to keep her away. She grins when I snarl. She teases me when Im surly and angry.I cant give her the forever she wants.But I can give her right nowand shell spend it in my furs where she belongs.
language: None
title: Kraving Tavak
publisher: None