Its claws scraped the windowpane, wanting in. Zaya shivered, her jackal would know how to handle this. She tried to reach for it concentrating on the joy and homecoming feelings that always came with its rise when she was a child. There was nothing. Her heart started to pound in her chest when the door opened. Heat crawled upon her skin pinching her n*****s into hard peaks. Her breathing became shallow. How was it that she was becoming aroused? Her core quivered with need. Her body readied itself for whatever it wanted to do. Could she handle this? Handle the jackal’s ferocity.
The jackal removed her bodily from the truck, wrapping her thighs around its waist. Her thighs quivered. Its movements were slow and sensual as though easing her into what was going to happen.
Dage held on to
