Nikki St Crowe Books Novels & Stories

Her sharp intake of breath brought me out of my trance and I still, afraid that if I move, the physical attack will happen that much sooner. I’m not moving, and neither is Nikki. We are both breathing hard, and I have to say that I’m a bit scared. I have no idea what to expect from her, but whatever it is, I deserve it. I was completely out of line, and I know that. I’m just about to express just that when Nikki’s face starts to turn. Our eyes meet, and our faces are mere inches from each other. Her hot breath is fanning my mouth and chin. I look down at her plump lips and notice pot roast grease that I want to suck up. I look up at her eyes, and I see them flash black. Her wolf is on the su