Chapter 5 Thoughts and Realities

Later the same night, Marc lay in his bed focusing on the image of Lisa from that evening. She had dressed herself in blue denim shorts, and a baggy white shirt. He could see the traces of a bra in the shirt. His length hardned thinking of her. Her hair pulled back and tied neatly.

She was surrounded by papers and was focused on a book when they had arrived. Her worked-up-eyes told him how exhuasted she was. How long had it been since she left home, he wondered.

She had no accessories on except a watch on her wrist, he remembered. Blood rushed to her face and she seemed happy when Erica recited the same stories that she had told Tobias that evening.

Lisa. That name rang in his ears. He yeaned to touch her. He wanted to satisy her in ways she hadn't thought possible. He felt a nearly uncontrollable wave of emotions take over him when he was near her. But he had to keep it all under check.

Tobias wasn't to be triffled with. Marc had already seen the length alpha would go to ensure his daughter's happiness. Besides, humans didn't know of the warewolf existence. Erica had kept this secret from her best friend as well. The society was very strict about keeping their wolf identity hidden.

Besides, no wolf takes a human as a mate. It was unheard of. In fact, until he met Lisa, he wasn't even sure mates could exist amongst human. Her presence filled his thoughts, he closed his eyes and felt a hand rubbing on his length.

Erica slipped into bed next to her husband and started to feel him getting hard between her fingers.

Marc kept his eyes shut, not ready to respond yet. Erica slipped her hands in his boxers and Marc finally gave in. He turned to face her and pressed his lips against hers.