My Roommate is an Enigma

Summary

My inseparable roommate just presented as an Enigma.

He bit my gland, his eyes obsessed.

"Milo, you smell so good."

"I want you to have my babies..."

I slapped his eager "Little Caleb" that was pressed against my leg.

Roaring in anger:

"Look clearly! I'm an Alpha! I'm not the one getting topped!"

Caleb Vance pondered for a moment.

He grabbed my waist and switched our positions.

Then pressed my shoulders down, hard.

A white light flashed before my eyes.

Caleb looked at my unfocused gaze and thrust viciously.

"Yeah, you're on top."

"I'm inside."