“Not cool, man,” said Hugo weakly. The pained human was lying on his side, cupping his crotch. It wasn’t the first time Tom kicked him in the groin, but the wolf always had a reason to do so. It never was out of the blue. “What was that for?”

The Arctic wolf stood before the floored guy with his arm crossed. “That’s what you get for chit-chatting about my dick with other guys.”

“What!? I just wanted to know if I was ready for the knot,” responded the human angrily.

The lupine sighed. Tom knew the kick was an overreaction, but he wanted to be sure Hugo wouldn’t talk about private matters with strangers without telling him first. “I’ll let you know when you’re ready for MY knot.”