It was past midnight‚ and I was lying in the dark with my c**k so hard it ached against my stomach. The memory of what I had done in that elevator played on repeat behind my eyelids‚ every detail sharp and vivid and maddening.
The heat of her. The impossible tightness of her walls gripping my fingers. The way she moaned‚ soft and desperate and ashamed‚ like she couldn't believe her own body was betraying her. The wetness that coated my hand‚ so warm and slick that my wolf had nearly broken free right there in that elevator.
I could still taste her on my fingers.
I groaned and rolled out of bed‚ stalking to the bathroom with heavy steps. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror‚ jaw clenched‚ eyes dark‚ chest heaving with the kind of need that no amount of cold showers or self-con
