Orvyn's POV
A knock from the door snapped us back to reality. What a bad timing! This was the hour Conrad visited to give me reports about the pack, and I'd carelessly forgotten. My sac was swollen with release, my d**k veined to the crown.
Shit!
"This is not over." I reached for her gown at the foot of the bed and threw it at her. A pang of pain, swatted my thighs at different points. A while ago, the pain was lost in the wind of pleasure. Satisfying my female tamped the pain just fine.
"Who's at the door?" She threw herself into the gown, adjusting the shoulders and the sleeves. Guilt and fear scrunched up her oval face, as she flipped her hair backward, running her fingers into through the tangled ends. "Are you expecting someone?"
"Orvyn?" A deep grumble rang outside the door.
