Continuing to squeeze my waist, the man falls onto the bed, pulling me with him so that I find myself lying on him. We breathe heavily, looking into each other's eyes, I have already forgotten about my dream, and about sad thoughts, and about the stupid fear of the alpha of another flock. Images of our crazy intercourse only flash in my head, it turned out that sex with a werewolf is much brighter than with a person. Although, perhaps the matter is in the man, and not in his race. There is only one but that confuses me:

- Did you bite me or did I think? I squint...