4. Stalking in the Nude

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Warning the following chapter contains a sexually explicit scene.

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(Quinn's POV)

The man stands before me, naked and magnificent. I'm mesmerized by his beauty as he strides towards me with a predatory grace that's almost unnerving. Usually, I'd be turned off, but right now, there's something exhilarating about the way he moves. My inner wolf basks in the power of the situation. I can feel her delight at my choice of partner. I pretend to follow his lead, letting him think he's the one in charge, while I relish in my power and revel in this moment.

When he reaches me. He grabs me around the waist and lifts me off the ground. We move towards the only empty wall. I'm glad that we didn’t go to the bed. Missionary is not on the menu tonight. I wrap my thighs tighter around his hips and pull him into me. I don’t need foreplay. I am already wetter than a swimming pool, and ready to get this thing moving.

Tracing his ink with my finger, I wonder if there is any meaning behind th