Grand Hunt
The feel of his lips, his hand slowly inching up my body, his tongue wrestling mine, him, him, him.
The sound of a twig snapping brought us out of our trance.
Louis was up in the time it took me to blink.
“Get dressed!” he hissed. Was he serious? That was what he was worried about?
“What clothes? In case you didn’t notice, we ran thousands of miles into the woods in wolf form. My clothes are back at the training ground”
“Well find something. The entire warriors of the pack are headed this way on their morning run and if they see you this way, I will slaughter every last one of them” The possessiveness in his voice made me shiver until I registered his words.
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