In a supernatural world, two all star football players find their mate.
They call her a freak, mixed, or unnatural. Most known hybrids have general abilities but not Promise.
She is unique, an outcast, a mix between a light witch, sylph, and fey...
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Smut Warning! 🚨
She drags me to her room.
Hell yes! Now this is what I'm talking about! Time to get this show started.
I'm sitting on sofa located on the left side of her room. She pacing the damn floor talking to her friend Kayleen on her phone.
This wasn't exactly how I envisioned what would be happening in here but I'm a patient man. Sometimes. If it's to get what I want then I can wait. For now. But not long.
Dex asked me to tell her about the ball. Yea, leave it to the new guy to drop the bomb on her. I'm the fucking sacrificial lamb. I agree to it like the dumbass that I am. She's probably gonna want to wring my neck.
Watching her pace back and forth in that dress has my mind flexing at a rapid rate. Picturing her completely naked. With my dick deep inside of her.
Hoping she brought me up here to consummate our union. I just hope she doesn't expect me to bond with her. That shit I won't do. That everlasting bullshit is a damn hoax.
Nobody should be linked together for eternity. There's too much pussy out there for that. I'm just too damn greedy!
Promise ends her phone call, finally. She throws the phone on table making her way over to me.
Bout damn time!
She sits directly beside me. Our legs are touching. Those green orbs call out to me. I place my hand on her thigh. She kicks off her heels, putting her legs on the sofa under her. My hand drops off her thigh as she moves. Fuck! Cockblocked!
Hell! This might not be so damn easy. Time to put on the disarming charm. Time for the smooth talk. No woman can resist my dirty talk.
"What do you want to know about me baby?" She places her arm on the back of the sofa, her hand resting right under her hair on her neck. She eyes me with curiosity.
"Uhm..you've told me a lot already actually. How about what do you enjoy doing?" Fucking! Can't tell her that yet though. Unfortunately.
"I like movies," porn actually "I play guitar," I learned to play it to get the chics. Definitely a chic magnet. "I enjoy clubbing." What single man wouldn't? Hot chics everywhere. Grinding their hips.
"Interesting. What do you do for a living?" Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I knew this question would come up eventually.
She is definitely not going to like what I do for a career. There's no way she would. Most women that I end up telling what I do for a living either want me to take pictures of them or try to get me to give them help in getting in to the industry. Promise does not seem like the type that is even remotely interested in what I do.
"I'm actually a photographer. I take pictures for the porn industry and their websites." There. I confessed. Glancing at her she doesn't seem turned off by the idea. Did I get lucky in getting a kinky mate? Man I wish that could be true. I could teach her few things that I have learned.
