My Muscular Beast Mate

Summary

A friend of mine got called away on an off-world mission, so she asked me to look after her bonded Beastkin for a while.

Which brings me to my own partner. He’s ridiculously handsome, with a chiseled chest and a perfectly sculpted ass that’s an absolute dream to touch. He’s also got a pair of fluffy ears and a big, bushy tail. Normally, he wears a permanent scowl and keeps his distance. If I touch him for more than a few seconds, he gets annoyed.

But that night, he was kneeling before me, his eyes a hazy, heartbreaking mix of longing and despair.

“Baby, don’t look at him.”