-LILIAN-
The danger signals emanated strongly from all corners as he appeared behind me. Usually I’d turn and try to defy him, but after hearing the cruel story of Cynthia, who’s supposedly dead, that became a bad idea.
His hands moved onto my waist, holding them firm yet gentle, like he was trying to access something. As his hands moved slowly towards my legs, I couldn’t hold back the moan that had built up in me.
He heard It, that faint sound carrying all of my insecurities within. Maybe he would ignore me and get disgusted after all. I’m a slave.
His silence made me quiver, my heart racing as thoughts of him stabbing me from the back kept running through my mind. His claws were larger and sharper than the average werewolf; it was only mindful of me to want to protect myself.
Su
