Thalina wanted the ground to swallow her whole. If she didn't figure out a way to avoid her next heat cycle, she was doomed. Truly doomed.
Her overactive imagination spun in every direction. Would they cast her out of the palace?
No, worse. She might be turned into a full-time mating machine. Or—heavens help her—a childbearing factory.
Her gaze dropped in frustration, but her thoughts screeched to a halt. Right in front of her, Zorath crouched down, his manhood dangling freely.
Oh. My. Stars
Her face turned a deep shade of blue, her breath hitching as she stared longer than she should have.
How did he not... hurt himself with something that size just hanging there? Was he not afraid of accidentally slamming it into a rock or a tree?
Her cheeks burned hotter as she realized it was distracting her—a lot.
