The sun's rays dug right into his eyes, forcing Greg to come out of the warm dreams. All night long he dreamed of Lana's voice, her soft touches, the lips on his face. Leaving such a vision was tough.
Finally snapping open his eyelids, Greg looked around. He was in his room, and everything seemed to be in place, but there was some strange feeling that haunted him. Greg tried to get up and immediately fell back with a groan. The whole body was twisted with sharp pain, the source of which was a bandaged shoulder. Touching the bandages, Greg squeezed his eyes, the memories of last night returned all at once. The last thing he remembered was that three wolves, led by a white she-wolf.
Opening his eyes, Greg looked around again, trying to figure out how he was here. The only thing that seemed off was a strange plaid on a small sofa by the window. As soon as the bed under him creaked from the wrong movement, the cloth stirred. First, from under it appeared the head with tangled blond hair. Sleepy blue eyes quickly found the source of the noise, and as soon as she focused, the veil flew to the side, and Lana was already running towards him.
"Greg! Are you awake? Wait, don't move." - She said in a hurry, stopping at the bed and looking at him from head to toe. Her eyes were filled with worry. Some wicked part of Greg enjoyed it immensely!
" How are you?" - she asked, kneeling at the edge of the bed and gently touching the wounded shoulder. - "Does it still hurts?"
"No ..."- Greg said in a low, dying tone. In fact, he did not even have to pretend all that much. The voice was oddly hoarse, and his shoulder was devilishly aching. - "It's alright…"
" Greg. Maybe ... do you want something to drink or eat? How do you feel? Except for the shoulder, I mean?" - Lana was very anxious. She gently ran her hand over his forehead, checking the temperature and lingered, putting a hand to his cheek. Her eyes were filled with such genuine concern that Greg even felt a little ashamed, just a tiny bit.
"Lana, I don't need anything. Just lie down with me for a bit." - He whispered, intercepting her hand and slightly pulling at it, pleading with his eyes. Lana paused, peering into his face. Greg tried not to blink so that his eyes started to shone and Lana immediately gave up. With a sigh, she walked around the bed and lay down on the very edge.
"Move closer. It's so cold here," - Greg said, turning his head toward her. Lana raised her eyebrows in surprise and then touched his forehead again.
" No, the room is not cold. It's quite warm in here actually. I can bring you a plaid?" - she asked, struggling to get up.
"No," - Greg stopped her. - "Lie down here. So it will be warmer for me like this," - he held out his hand to her, offering it as a pillow. - "Pleeease...?"
It was too easy. Lana only hesitated for a second, but quickly surrounded and nestled close to him, resting her head on Greg's chest. It became so good as if their bodies were like pieces of a puzzle perfectly fitting each other. Greg exhaled with relish, enjoying her warmth and closeness.
"Lana?"
"Hmm?"
" Suddenly my neck began to itch so bad. But I can't even lift my other hand." - He started, glancing down at Lana. The girl narrowed her eyes, beginning to suspect something and Greg decided to play dirty. He shifted slightly, as if settling comfortably, then froze and shuddered, moaning.
"Greg?" What is it? Does it hurt? Maybe I'll go bring some painkillers?"
" No. no need. I just accidentally moved my hand and ... It's fine now."
" Don't move. Please wait for a second. I'll scratch it for you. Where? Here?" - Lana immediately hurried to comply and reached out a hand to his neck.
" No. a little lower. Right here, and slightly to the left. Oh yeaa..." - Greg whispered, covering his eyes and slowly, gently started to stroked her waist. Lana didn't notice this at first, immersed in scratching his neck then chest.
"Just a little lower," - he guided her gentle fingers in the right direction, with his free hand getting closer to her curves. To his surprise and pleasure, Lana was in a loose dress.
"Greg, it's not the neck anymore."
" I know, but this itch is literally spreading out. A little bit lower." - He nearly groaned. Her hand was already at the level of his navel, and it was simply impossible to lie still.
"Greg, what's your second hand doing?" - Lana suddenly paused, when he, very arrogant, began to massage her buttocks, pushing her closer.
" It's just cramps." - He whispered in her ear and lifted her chin with the second hand, completely forgetting that it shouldn't move, caught her lips in a kiss. From the slow, learning, kiss quickly became deep and passionate. Lana couldn't restrain the groan of pleasure. This time she reached out to him herself, leaning closer.