ALLE
Winter haunts my dreams, rather effectively I might add because the visual of watching his face buried between my thighs and sucking the life out of my clothes was too vivid, too f*****g erotic, I willed myself to stay awake for the rest of the night.
Pussy throbbing with an ache that rivaled anything else I'd ever felt...it goes hand in hand with the anger and rage and feel, directed at both me and him.
I decide, after a few hours of unresolved desires, because I absolutely refuse to touch myself to thoughts of Winter, to spend my day buried in my research and maybe treating a few pack members...if they'll let me.
The medical wing smells wrong when I arrive the that morning.
Not the usual antiseptic and herbs. Something else. Something disturbed.
Or someone.
Though weakene
