Heat and Rut
“He’s… I don’t know. My wolf goes crazy around him.”
“Be careful,” she said. “He’s super strict. He doesn’t mess around with students.”
“I know,” I said, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, and my wolf wouldn’t let me forget it.
That night, I locked my door again, my body aching. I stripped naked, lying on my bed, and touched myself, thinking of Berlin. “Ohh,” I moaned, rubbing my clit, imagining his mouth on my pussy, his hands holding me down.