Chapter 162

He would've helped but he was a sadist.

"Can you… my clothes?"

"I don't know. We tore them." The affronted gasp was funny enough to laugh at, to get punched in return. His large body bent down to retrieve her lace panties dangling around her ankles. He snickered while she held onto his shoulders.

"Why are you laughing at me?" She poked a sharp nail in his side.

"Leather and laces. How does one get into both?" Her eyes widened. Perfect. She had caught onto the innuendo, maybe he'll bring leather cuffs the next time around.

His mind was misfiring, his body not under his control. Who was she? Why did she have to be rightfully his?

'Don't think about it now. You almost always ruin it.' At least the wolf's world hadn't tilted on its axis.

"There." She was satisfied with only her jacket that reached mid thighs, panties and shoes for a decent after-rough-sex-in-wild outfit. Was there a modicum of fashion catalog for this? She only prayed that no one saw them like this.

No one did. Sh