Mating six

Laurel Monterello's POV

Hours had gone by and there was no sign of Tommaso. My wolf was getting edgy and wanted to break out for a run. Taking a deep breath, I let out a soft sigh. The heavy wind blew past me and it began to rain.

My wolf let out a whimper as she knew going on a run now wasn't going to be possible. She despised getting wet and avoided it as much as possible. The cold air forced goosebumps on my skin and I hissed dryly.

The cool breeze swept through the cave and I hurriedly crawled behind a rock. My efforts to keep warm were futile and just then, I recalled Alessia mentioning sex keeping one warm.

Peeking outside one last time, I found no signs of Tommaso.

With a huff, I took matters into my very capable hands. With my clothes torn to shreds, I was utterly and completely naked.

Staying behind the rock, my legs parted, and a clear view of my sex meet my eyes.

I moaned as my wetness steeped out of me and dripped on the floor. I guided my fingers over to my pulsating cli