"You're our mate." Gojo coos, nose brushing against your neck. He breathed in your scent as his coils wrapped around your body.
"our ?" you echoed, confused at the plurial use of the term.
"our." is all he answered.
"You're our mate." Gojo coos, nose brushing against your neck. He breathed in your scent as his coils wrapped around your body.
"our ?" you echoed, confused at the plurial use of the term.
"our." is all he answered.