Rhyson
Her scent clung to everything in the hotel room. The couch where I’d first made her come. The bedsheets where I’d f****d her until well into the night. The shower where I’d carried her just before daybreak because we’d ruined the bed and f****d her against the tile. The towel that I’d laid down on the bathroom counter while I bent her over it and hammered her into it.
We’d finally fallen asleep on the couch, and I’d awoken the second she pushed herself off me, but I didn’t move. Eyes closed, I listened as she crept out of the room. After a cursory inspection, I realized that she hadn’t taken the clothes I’d offered her or the dress. She must have shifted and returned home as a wolf.
I laid the torn dress on the bed and stared at it as if it would give me some answers.
Last night
