Her arms shook, and it was a Herculean feat to guide them both down into the floor still tied together. She yanked the throw blanket from the couch and covered them with it, and Sharon rolled, Sharon's ass against her hips as tightly as possible, both of them hyper-sensitive.
"Are you all right?" she breathed, nudging Sharon's hair just a fraction of an inch out of the way so she could kiss Sharon's neck.
"Yes," Sharon whispered, sighing happily.
She smiled, nibbling on Sharon's ear. "Good," she whispered. "I want you to feel good. I want you to feel amazing."
Sharon hummed a second time, and she wrapped her arm around Sharon's waist, holding Sharon close. There were a hundred things she needed to do—call Mark and call Deborah and arrange a pack meeting to talk about the attack, let Kl
