I scampered to stand up, but my knees, now used to the position, protested, the grating sound reaching my ears. However, I dragged myself to the nearby sofa, dumping myself rather unceremoniously there.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the tears leaked out from them. I was still aching, my body begging for release, and it was tempting to just spread my legs, touching myself in the way I wanted.
But I had promised not to do anything with Micah, and I was going to keep to it; however, I wasn’t sure I would live long enough to fulfill it.
Micah had been angry, livid even, and he had used my body as an avenue to release all the tension. Not that I would blame him. I still craved my mate no matter what form I got him in.
My throat bobbed as I swallowed, a little wince escaping me, my throat stil
