The Cat Dragged In, Boys

Just thinking about him made my pussy ache. The inkling of a plan suddenly butted in the back of my brain. Mirko would only wait so long. I stood up, fixed my hair, wiped the sweat from my brow and took a deep breath. My soaked night shirt was a lost cause. He stepped inside, black boots scuffing the wood floors. Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in, boys. Our little chew toy who got away. Shifters can wrap their clothes into the change if they choose. A handy trick when you're in a heavily populated town.