*Rexton*
Damnation, I need a she-wolf. After I have delivered the sisters to their residence, I can only stay in my retreating coach for all of five minutes before I'm banging on the ceiling to signal the driver to stop the conveyance. As soon as it halts, I leap out. "I'll be walking, Mick. Carry on home."
"Yes, my beta." He says.
I have had two she-wolves in my coach, yet the fragrance of only one torments me. Lavender and orchids assail my nostrils, stir my desires, make me as hard as a rock. I inhale deeply a breath of city air that doesn't seem to help clear my lungs. It's as though her scent has woven itself into the very fabric of my clothing, the essence of my skin, and made its home there.
Allowing my long strides to lead me toward I know not where, I soundly curse Luna Moonsd
