The morning briefing felt like any other day. Pack members filtered into the main room with coffee and casual conversation. After weeks of tension, everyone seemed lighter and more relaxed.
But something was off with Calla.
She sat beside me at the table, but the energy between us felt different. Usually she'd sometimes wake me up with those soft touches that drove me crazy. This morning she'd been quiet and distant.
I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday morning. The way she'd slipped under the covers while I was still half-asleep. Her warm mouth working me slowly until I was rock hard and desperate.
"f**k," I'd groaned when I realized what she was doing.
The memory of her hand stroking me, her lips on my neck, made my d**k twitch even now. The way she'd jerked me off with that per
