Dirty sinful things

Levi

Amia thought she was going to get down the hall and close the door before I closed in on her. I loved know that wasn’t going to happen and I loved watching her scurry away from me even more. That little show of plump cheeks bouncing as she made he way up the stairs may have caught me off guard, but there had never been a chance of her getting away and I was ready to end the hunt. The sound of her hurried steps sent a rush of adrenaline through my body. In a flash I was behind her, inhaling her scent as desperately as an addict taking a long sought after hit. Turning her towards me, I guided her where I wanted her and she cried out as her back hit the wall. Feet scurry as the help run down the hallway and make their way downstairs.

“I don’t understand. How?” Amia asked raggedly.

She couldn’t believe that she hadn’t tracked my movements, or heard me come up behind her. I could barely hear her over the roar of her blood pumping. My little wolf tried to dart out of my grasp, but sh