Elsa
The motel was modest, its small size lending itself perfectly to discretion.
The Alpha of the Oak Pack had taken no chances, clearing the place entirely to prevent the possibility of informants lingering nearby.
A sign outside proclaimed that the motel was "undergoing renovations," adding an extra layer of deterrence.
We entered covertly through the back entrance, the quiet night swallowing the sound of our movements.
As soon as Adam and I entered the room allocated to us, I couldn’t wait another moment.
The tension in my body, the pent-up desire, and the emotional storm swirling inside me demanded release. I grabbed him, my need palpable, and he responded without hesitation.
Adam was a beast, and I loved it. He had a way of reading my body, of knowing exactly what I needed
