Ryker was dead. Michelle was showering in the Lycan pack house bathroom. And I was lying on my bed, staring up at my ceiling and thinking about how different everything suddenly was. Without Ryker breathing down my neck and without the pain of Roman refusing to mark me, I felt free.
So, I did the only logical thing to do after you killed the leader of the Lycans, slaughtered hundreds of rogues, and got marked, all within twenty-four hours. I rested my head against the headboard, spread my legs, and slipped my hand into my underwear.
My eyes fluttered closed as I played with my c**t, rubbing my fingers around in small circles. Wetness pooled between my thighs. I needed this. Something to help me relax after tonight.
“You’re your own woman, huh?” Roman asked.
I opened my eyes to see Roma
