We never got to do the whole pack run thing.
Mating was something unfathomably intense. For all the stories I’d heard, I did not expect it to be so prolonged and all-consuming. After the first bite, the first orgasm, it felt like both Laken and I had been cut out from the world surrounding us and pushed into this pocket of space-time where we had one thought in our head, and that was to copulate.
And copulate we did.
All. Night. Long.
By the time light starts to dawn, we’ve found ourselves finally coming out of the stupor, covered from head to toe in sticky fluids, dirt, leaves, and twig pieces. Blinking, I run my hands through my stiff hair, feeling sore for ages. Laken sits by my side, blinking slowly. Thoughts are sluggish, and I feel so damned tired because we had not slept a wink
