Meanwhile back at the pack Sera stood there naked, trembling, her skin flushed with heat that had nothing to do with the bath.
Her arms were crossed beneath her t**s, trying to hide them, but it was useless. The curves spilled over. Her n*****s were already hard. Pink. Sensitive.
Swollen from what Lucien had done the night before. Her inner thighs were stained from it. Her cunt still sore. Her body hadn’t stopped reacting.
But Lucien hadn’t come back.
And now she was alone.
Except she wasn’t.
The maid was still in the room.
And she was staring.
“You’re trembling,” the woman said softly, kneeling beside the tub. “Is it the heat? Or are you waiting for him?”
Sera tried to speak but her throat tightened. She watched the maid pick up the sponge and dip it into the water, wringing it
