Fated Tragedy
Alek vaulted forward, explosive and precise, and we were gone: a black-red blur leaving the jailhouse and the blood-slicked snow behind.
Feeling his body running beneath me through the snow reminded me of last night — when I had the chance to ride his perfect cock. Every movement of his wolf beneath me stirred excitement, making heat pool low in my stomach until we reached the jailhouse. That’s when I realized my cellphone was still back at the pack house.
When Alek’s wolf let me down, Lyra jumped off and vanished into the snow, her small frame disappearing like a shadow. I laughed softly at her adorable form, but before I could step down, Alek turned sharply toward the side of the jailhouse