16: No way to become friends

Felicity

*

Pain.

That was the first thing I felt when I tried to open my eyes. What happened to me? Did I get kidnapped and someone torture me?

I thought and moved my legs, only to feel a strong ache between my legs. My eyes were wide open, thinking about the worst thing that could happen to any girl. I sighed the next moment when I recognized my surroundings, but what I wasn’t expecting was to see his naked back full of hickeys and nail marks.

As if some wild cat attacked him last night and his wolf got so tired that he didn’t even care to heal his human. I bit my lips, knowing that wild cat, or should I say, the artist behind that art, was none other than me.

I tried to recall last night. Though I didn’t remember all the things, how I behaved was something because of which I was to hide somewhere where he wouldn’t be able to find me.

I acted like a horny prostitute, begging him to fuck me.

I had a chance to avoid that, but then I didn’t want to visit the hospital with him. What if he