Revolt

Revolt

MADALINA

Leaning against the door of Alexei's car, I yawned due to lack of sleep. Last night went at a snail's pace as I stared aimlessly at the ceiling, afraid to fall asleep. What if I met the werewolf in my dream again? My mom's hypothesis of meeting the fated mate during my sleep unsettled me and it stirred some paranoia in me.

In order to push such nasty thoughts out of my head, I even asked Lucien to join me in my room, demanding him to fuck me until my body couldn't handle it anymore. It did not provide the desired pleasure or stress relief. On the contrary, it sickened me that I allowed Lucien to touch me more than necessary. We had had sex many times before, hence it was a bit surprising that my body suddenly considered him as repulsing. Feeling his cock entering me caused me nausea.

"You're obviously not in a mood, Mada. You're as dry as a desert down there." Lucien said, and I had to agree with him. It literally felt like his cock was pumping into a pile of sand. So,