Chapter 09

KARA

I listened.

My hair was braided into a crown around my head and away from my face. Even as I braided my hair I could still feel Miles' thick fingers wrapped around it, tugging until a pang of pain blossomed on my scalp. I wanted so desperately to hate the feeling but the throb between my legs and the bottomed-out sensation still lingering in my stomach proved otherwise.

What would it feel like if he coiled my hair into a fist while he completely obliterated me from behind? Would he talk dirty to me or would he simply enjoy the view as he fucked me?

"No. No, that's a stupid thought," I muttered under my breath as I made a beeline for the basement.

"Stop talking to yourself in public. You're making us look insane," Lex quipped.

Sharing a mind with her was getting more and more frustrating.

The gym in our pack house was built in the basement. It was a large, open space with half designated for machinery and the other for sparing mats. We held training sessions there every morni