~Satan/Torin~
THREE DAYS LATER
I was drowning, and there wasn't a damn life preserver in sight! We'd been here at the new compound for three days—and I'd found myself practically tripping over my own goddamn feet to get out of a room every time Marlowe walked in.
With her presence, came an itch I couldn't scratch, and it didn't help that it was just the two of us. The others would be here in a few days—a safety precaution in case anyone was following to keep them from being led to this compound. But damn if I didn't feel like a f*****g dog following my b***h around to see if she was in heat!
I mean, Jeeesus… I'd get that heavy feeling in my balls and my d**k would get hard, wagging at me like it knew there was a goddamn treat right outside its denim doghouse.
Shit, if this crap kept
