SINFUL MATE

s happ

unable to tell whether my

ss between my legs, kn

just a towel wrapped around his body made me desire him. I

be?” he asked,

p in her room,” I

til he had gone far that I wondered why he had come down t

long after he was gone. With a heavy sigh, I pressed a hand against my chest and eased back int

hs, and the fabric of my pants was damp

choing loudly in my ears—a familiar sensation t

ced, caught me off guard, shattering the fragile s

to myself, my words tinged with regret

me the calm response of my inner wolf, its voice a

very core of my being, as if my every ner

my white T-shirt, and the

to dispel the intrusive though

t wouldn't go off. , refusing to be silenced. Ever

ons. The line between holding back and giving in blurred before my

I teetered on the brink of losing all sense of restraint. With each heartbeat, it felt like I was edging clos

r a little race?” Lisa,

to get a peaceful sleep and at least

the TV and reminiscing about

en. I wanted to look into them and whisper sweet words till he

ebe would not be happy if she found out I had been n

will, but that would be after I take a few shots

couple of times. I reached for the bottle of tequila a

y tongue and warms me up from within

way it tasted each time, despite the burni

Tristan flashed through

the water dripping down his sl

o go away and stop tau

. It was as if an invisible force tugged at

ow of the full moon, nature'

world a surreal hue. I always loved t

nture nestled amidst the embrace of ancient tr

rance of a night-blooming jasmine that mingl

he moonlit path; its silver glow

had been too long since I answered the primal call of my wolf within. I had denied

ace as I walked through the lonel

t for the watch guards o

t, illuminating my entire body. I stopped, then scanned t

I slowly peeled away my clothes. until I stood ador

depths of desire. My hand descended between my tremb

t air. It was a lamentation born of unfulfille

ing to do? Of course not. I was picturing my best

ered, as I wrestled with the

gniting a primal yearning that surged t

ble hunger for pleasure. I wasn't satisfied; I k

ream, shimmering lik

lly surrendered to the

body as I tossed away my bra and pants, b

d comfort in the uncertainty, ste

its glory, and I stood and

I got on all fours. I fixed my m

s realigning, each crack and pop a nod to

les shifted subtly, and the

k a moment to acquaint myself with t

s were awakened, heightene

ch; it reminded me of my newfoun

as I inhaled deeply. I drew in the

rush was exhilarating. The sensation that

ss, I was reminded once again of the pleasure

dane, a sacred communion between body

atches of white, and my blue eyes

n a strange pack. So

, staring at the beautifu

ing and turned back, sniffing a littl

trange scent hi

mes, and I was sure the bearer of

re wood with my eyes. But as I approached a certa

as chasing after a strange sc

ch. From afar, I saw a figure standing behind the trunk of

a little closer to the tree, the scent disappeared

halluci

esides, there is no one here except u

ut feel that someone had b

eginning to play li

me, and I couldn’t help bu

white in the tree line that

behind me to run, and I incr