Chapter 128

• Rhyson
• Her scent clung to everything in the hotel room. The couch where I’d first made her come. The bedsheets where I’d fucked her until well into the night. The shower where I’d carried her just before daybreak because we’d ruined the bed and fucked her against the tile. The towel that I’d laid down on the bathroom counter while I bent her over it and hammered her into it.
• We’d finally fallen asleep on the couch, and I’d awoken the second she pushed herself off me, but I didn’t move. Eyes closed, I listened as she crept out of the room. After a cursory inspection, I realized that she hadn’t taken the clothes I’d offered her or the dress. She must have shifted and returned home as a wolf.