LYANNA STORMBORNThe moment I entered the bar, all eyes were on me. Good. This is exactly what I wanted. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling in triumph. As I made my way to the bar counter, I had someone whistle in admiration. My walk was slow and deliberate, hips moving from side to side. I felt like a predator scouting for my prey. They parted for me as if they were the Red Sea, and I, Moses.Very seductively, with my ass poking out, I climbed on the bar stool. Then, I remembered how wet I was. I hoped my juices wouldn’t stain the stool. That goddamn wolf I thought, feeling a rush of excitement fill my pussy. Nope. Real human man. Got to make this right with nature.I signaled to the bar tender with my index finger. He came to me with a smirk.“You’re dressed to kill tonight.”“Yes she is.” A strange handsome man answered, a whiff of his cologne filled the air, making my eyes widen in realization.It smelled like my…wolf. This is the exact cologne that was on
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