16. Gray

Gray

The pleasure crashes through me so suddenly I yelp—like some kicked puppy—and collapse onto the grass behind the house. My whole body shudders, paws scrabbling against the ground, and I feel her everywhere. Feel what she’s doing. Feel who she’s with.

Oh god.

I’m experiencing this as a wolf, and the mortification is almost worse than the pleasure.

Almost.

When it finally fades, I’m panting in the grass, ears flat against my head, and if anyone saw that I’m never coming out of the woods again.

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