IT'S THE TICKING OF A CLOCK that wakes Casselba the next morning. She opens her eyes to find herself beautifully pressed between two strong, heaving male bodies. A bashful smile curls her lips at this. She remembers the events of the previous night and the smile stretches to a full grin.
God! she muses. She had being loved to an inch of herself.
Looking down her body, she spots she wears only a white shirt. From it's large size, she suspects it must belong to one of the men. When she sniffs at it, her lupine senses instantly pick up on the scent.
Rain...
That meant it belonged to Ryan. Casselba turns to her left to look at the young man. His blonde hair was tousled in sleep and paler lashes fan his cheeks, stirring softly with each breath he takes. It was almost impossible for her to believe she just had him in her mouth a few hours ago.
...and by god, his cock. Jesus! her wolf purrs.
