His heat. His stare. His lips. His tongue.
Those long fingers.
All on me.
Only ever on me.
A gasp leaves my lips as I wake, sweaty and wanting and knowing exactly why that is.
I was still in his arms, covered by a heavy cloak and walking down the halls of the fortress. My eyes and my mind took time to adjust as I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep.
What happened between the Wicked Wolf and I rushed through my mind, and it took me a moment, a few moments, to realize the horror of my shameless actions. To understand what I had just done.
Because yet again, I initiated it.
And yet again, I have let my emotions, my desires win, but this time there was no alcohol to hide behind.
I could easily blame it on my wolf, but I know these emotions, these desires are mine. And mine alone. I
