If she left me, if she died, I would die too. I couldn’t handle being alone in this hell without her.
“Grim, isn’t that great? I didn’t get to talk to Leif about it. He was really grouchy. Are all animals grouchy? Do you think my wolf will be grouchy, too? Or are they all different?”
Journey’s excitement made me smile, but I mourned for the death that might befall her. Our witch couldn’t stop it. No one could stop her shift from coming.
These last moments, these last days with her, I wanted to keep to myself.
“Grim? Grim?” She shook my shoulder, and I removed myself from her hold.
“I don’t speak to any other animals, just to my own,” I confessed. “My wolf has always been, well, an animal.”
She hummed, kissing my cheek.
“Oh, his name is Leif. You have to call him that now,” she chirped. “You are two different beings. You should have given him a name.”
I shook my head. “We do not give names to our animals.”
“Ah, but I just gave him one. He liked it very much. He even licked my cheek afterward. You must treat him better. He was much happier after I gave him a name.” She wagged her finger at me.
I chuckled, kissing her lips. “If that is what you say, then I will call him such.”
“I wonder what I will call mine…” She sat up on her knees, leaning over me. Instead of wearing the sleep wear I bought her, she wore my large black shirt that went passed her thighs. Her breasts pushed against the fabric, and her nipples stood prominently, so I could see them perfectly.
“When will she come? After my shift?” she asked excitedly.
Not wanting to spoil her excitement, I leaned up, kissing her again. If she was to die during her shift, I would savor every moment I had with her until then. As much as my heart ached, I would meet her in the afterlife, find her, and mark her again.
“After your shift, during your first run,” I muttered. “My wolf first spoke to me when I finished my obligatory run with my pack.”
“Oh, we won’t have a pack. We are each other’s pack for right now. Right? You will be there with me the whole way right?”
I sat up in the bed, so she straddled my dick. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I groaned. Did she not know what she did to me?
“You’re wet,” I stated.
She blushed, her hands trailing down my naked body. “I’m always wet around you.” Her voice was low and sultry.
Gods, I wanted her. I wanted to feel her warm skin against me, touch her in every way.
I ran my fingers up the sides of her thighs, up to her hips, and over the front of her body. I cupped her breasts, and she leaned into my touch.
“I love it when you touch me,” she said.
She leaned forward, her ass sticking further away from me, and I could see the outline of her glorious skin in a picture frame on the table.
“You drive me and my wolf crazy.” I nipped at her bottom lip.
“Leif, you mean I drive you and Leif crazy.”
“Whatever.” I pressed my lips against hers, ripping the shirt from top to bottom. My hands roamed her body, cupping her ass, her breasts, and tweaking a nipple between my fingers.
She withered against me, the heat of her sex rubbing against the underside of my cock.
“I need you,” she whispered.
Fuck, I needed her too, more than she would ever know.
She pushed me into the nest, her lips rubbing up against my cock. “Can I taste you?” she asked, her hands roaming my body until she reached my shaft. “I just really want to taste you.”
