Wolf At The Window

“Ma’am?” a voice broke me away from my trance. I looked to see a man rushing towards me.

“Are you okay?” he touched my shoulder and quizzed. I nodded my head at him, still a little dazed by my encounter with that beast.

“Can you stand?” he asked, worried. He held out his hand for me. I took it and tried to stand on my feet. My legs were still wobbly, not due to fear but due to all the thrill and lust that mysterious wolf had drilled inside me. I still managed to stand though. I pulled my nightie closer around my chest to cover my bra. Damn! I could still feel the wetness of his spit on my nipples. I spied a glance at the man and wondered if he had caught on my arousal. But by the look of him, it didn’t seem like it. Perhaps, he was a human.

Penny.

“Where is Penny? Is she safe?” I asked, totally forgotten about the wolf now. My stomach in a knot.

“She is safe and at home, ma’am. She is the one who reached us and told us about you,” the man explained to me. I heaved a sigh of relie