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83. Bonded
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2024-10-29 19:42:56~ CASIMIR ~
The matebond between wolves is a unique and powerful thing. I’d never denied that. My bond with Jesse was my third, but she was the first I had claimed.
I told myself that was why I shivered when she whispered my name.
I had her pinned to the mattress, covered, my hips between her thighs, my hands planted on the bed to brace myself, still trying to decide if I was clear headed enough to take her.
I wanted her, desperately. The looming dark of that dream threatened to suck me back in if I slept. And having her warm softness nearby was soothing.
But I felt… fragile.
And uncertain if taking her would help that, or make it worse.
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