Chosen By The Moon
Around my waist rested a utility belt, with rope, extra ammunition, a pocket sized first aid kit, and a bottle of fluid with the label wolfs bane sat on the front.
Lewis’s outfit matched mine, except his was black and more like a field cop, whereas mine resembled that of a medieval warrior.
“Fuck me…” he swallowed thickly before stepping towards me ever so slightly, in awe. What was wrong with him, was the armor not a good fit. “We should probably go…” he spoke as I finished scooping my hair into a high ponytail and tied my steel capped boots. “…Before I rip those clothes off you, and make you mine, again.” He growled, nothing but teasing and lust present in his tone.