I had lost all track of time. All sense of reality. My body ached. Throbbed. Tingled. With pain, or desire, I think I had been unable to decipher between the two any longer. The heat coursed through me like nothing else I had ever felt before, but the need for the man in front of me had been like a hunger I was unable to satisfy. His eyes looked tired, as he glanced back at me, yet he never faltered…
I know the old-age saying was that women have it worse than men. With monthly cycles, hormones, pregnancy, childbirth, etc. But she-wolves have the whole other thing of heat. And that was like hell on earth. Who had we pissed off to be cursed with that?! s*x was meant to be pleasurable, right? So why turn it to a point where it went from pleasurable to so much more? To the point you were unsu
