Meyhymn's Point Of View
"Meyhymn... I don't wanna... you're too much..." Ezekihel whined.
"It's been 35 hours, and your pheromones are suffocating. What do you want me to do? Should I give you to the Alphas outside?" I asked.
"That's so mean! Why would you say that?" He cried.
"I'm tired Ezekihel. I gave you part of Saturday and all of Sunday to rest. I haven't slept since Saturday, and you're being a petulant child. Your damn pheromones are driving me crazy. So choose!" I said.
"I'd rather masturbate!" Ezekihel yelled.
"Can you do it though?" I smirked.
I hadn't forgotten that he said it took a lot to get him there. I couldn't imagine a world where masturbating would be the easiest solution. So I couldn't help but tease him about it.
"Of course I can do it!" He yelled, his face turning red.
"Then why didn't you just do it Saturday morning?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
