The Wolf's Claim

Enid's growl vibrated through Wednesday's bones as she lifted her, carrying her to the bed with a predator's ease. The weight of Enid's body, the hard press of her jeans against Wednesday's bare thighs, was a promise of violence and possession. Wednesday arched, offering her throat, a silent surrender that was itself a command. Enid's teeth grazed the pale column, not breaking skin, but branding her with the threat of it.