Layla's POV
"I didn't invite you to put on your own personal porno show in my head, so pack it in and get out," I muttered to Freja as I stared at the ceiling.
She hadn't been quiet since last night. Every time I closed my eyes, she replayed every second in glorious technicolour in my mind. Gabriel's hands on me. His mouth. His wolf pushing against mine like he had a right. The way he had felt against me. The way his scent wrapped itself around me.
"You wanted it," she purred softly.
"I wanted to not be trapped in that f*****g corner like an animal," I snapped back at her. "He pushed, not even hard and you rolled over."
Freja sniggered and shrugged.
"Well you didn't exactly run."
I could feel the prickly heat crawl up my neck as I laid there clutching the duvet tight
