Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

There was no telling how Lasher would take this confession, at least until the moment he spoke. Peregrine's lips twitched in amusement at his former flame's willingness and his gentle command. The swarthy Alpha knew he probably shouldn't do this, however he found he couldn't resist the temptation that was dangled in front of him.

He lowered his body to the ground, stretching out on his side, groaning in pleasure when several of his joints popped audibly. "I'm an old man," he mused, which was probably not very sexy at all.