Viktor

Jake and I led the way back to the pack house in wolf form, she followed close behind unguarded. I had a feeling if she wanted to escape us, she could. She looked ethereal under the moon, her skirt flowing with the wind, her shirt sheer enough to see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Her pert nipples followed by the milk curve of her breast. Her lavender scent causing my hair to stand on end. Her curves glowing in the moonlight. Guilt riddles me as I think of Kacie. ...