It had started to rain, which Lyra felt was an obvious “f**k you” from the Moon Goddess. How had the beautiful sunny morning given way to such an awful, rainy afternoon?
They had finally made it out of bed by lunchtime, Jake deciding he needed an entire morning to stake his claim, over and over again.
She knew he was keyed up and anxious about the trial. Normally, she would never complain about spending hours tangled up with him and all the orgasms he seemed so happy to give, but she did still need to be able to walk tonight.
The trial was set to start within the hour. Lyra finished brushing her hair up into a tight bun on top of her head. She had chosen loose athletic shorts and a lightweight tank top, easy enough to slip on and off if she needed to shift. The scoop of the tank top did
