Rory
It had been days, or had it been weeks? I lost track of time. My thighs ache so deliciously with how many times Shawn had used my body. The sun had set and the air was chilled. A breeze blew and rustled the leaves surrounding us. There had been a few times when Shawn and I picked up the scent of a wolf here and there. I had been spooked and ready to run until Shawn assured me it was his patrol keeping the pack safe from a respectable distance. I laid in Shawns arms with his fingers drawing lazy circles on my back. My heat was waning but I still craved him. I still needed him. Wanted him.
“What do you wish for?” I asked.
“Hmm?” he hummed. God I loved the feeling of his hands on my body. We had forgone clothes this whole time and I had no desire to put any back on.
“If you could p
