(Sienna POV)
My wolf is much more excited about the lingerie store than I am. Story of my life, these days. She's practically frothing at the mouth,
"Should I check you for rabies?" I tease her.
She doesn't give me a response. Just more images of how much fun it would be to wear any of this in front of Arthur.
"Maybe he'll gently help us out of a body suit. Maybe he'll tear a babydoll off of us. Maybe he'll tell us to leave our stalkings on while he has our way with us. Maybe he'll pull aside he crotch of panties to f**k us while we still wear it all."
"Maybe he'll do none of those things because our contract forbids s*x," I sarcastically remind my wolf.
Still, the store is nice, plus the name seems familiar. It's all high end lingerie, not that cheap stuff you
