Black wolf and couldn't find an argument for keeping in control.
"Baby, we've just f**ked, and now I need a smoke. Don't start, or you'll give me a motherfucking headache."
For an educated lawyer, Lidia had a foul mouth.
"You're in my house, my pack, and you'll show me respect otherwise you can get your ass out of here," he said.
"I know." She blew out some smoke, crossing her legs.
Her body was fine, in the peak of health, yet he found himself no longer caring for another round. Staring out of the window he saw the sun coming up behind the forest trees.
The snow glistened in the natural light taking his breath away. All of his life he had grown up seeing the same landscape, and he still hadn't grown bored, not even at the age of forty-six years old.
