Meredith.
"You disgraceful little thing!" I screamed at myself, my lower lips trembling.
I was so ashamed of myself.
How could I... How could I get into Draven's arms and plaster my body on him?
What would he think of me? A horny little slut?
I just couldn't understand something. How was it that I couldn't hold myself back this time around?
This wasn't my first time on heat, neither would it be my last as long as I remained wolfless. But it was my first time, making a move on any man.
No matter how horny I had been in the past, no matter how needy I was, and how uncontrollable my hormones were, I have never approached any man. Yet today, I forced myself on Draven. My enemy
Draven was the man I didn't see eye to eye with.
He was arrogant, prideful and mean, yet, tonight, my body craved to be touched by him.
A few moments ago, I had felt a bit relieved being in his warm sturdy embrace. It had felt like his touch alone could calm my stormy mind and needy body.
Why?
