The spikes of the grassy ground and the casual bumps of the ground she feels on her bare back as they slide up and down, is far from the comforts of even a local inn’s bed that is tattered in places. But she would not trade anything for this, not even her previous fancy room at the palace. The cold breeze all but unfelt with the best source of heat enveloping everything of hers, warming even her very soul.
Just when she thoughts nothing gets better than the alpha worshipping her chest, Selene kisses down and more. The werewolf sure is taking her time, travelling excruciatingly slow, and giving generous attention to every inch of her body. And not that she is complaining, far from it really, as she reacts to every nips and touches, but the anticipation of what Selene was about to do was ki
