Mylo rolls over the bed, the sheet curling around his waist as he slowly opens his eyes.
"Good morning, pretty," Royce hollers, a mischievous smile on his face, "Rise and shine."
Mylo instantly sits up, wincing in a dreading pain blazing from his butts.
He let out a silent cry and slowly turned around to lie on his stomach.
He presses his face into the sheet with shame.
He could not sit.
Ryker presses a kiss on Mylo's hair, "Good morning, baby."
Mylo hums in his throat, hiding his face.
"Pretty, why are you hiding from us?" Royce asks, his tone sultry as he drops wet kisses on Mylo's back. He takes a deep bite on the nape of Mylo's neck, licking down to his spine with a wet tongue.
He spreads Mylo's asscheeks and he is about to dig in when Mylo whimpers agonizingly, "It hurts," He tries to move away from the Alpha.
He was feeling so sore and sensitive, yet so numb at the same time.
Royce sulks, poking Mylo's hips with his already hard and hot cock.
