"He love it when I ride it"
Ciara - Ride
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Nyla
Terry and I talked about Rogues and Pack life a bit more before her eyes glazed over and I assumed that Kyle or someone else had mind linked her.
I want to mind link too.. wait a minute! If I possess werewolf abilities, I can mind link too right?
I tried to communicate with Terry through mind link:
Tell Kyle to bring me food. Pizza.
"Nyla! You okay? You look like you're constipated." Terry asked.
I stared at her for a moment then laughed. I guess I was too focused.
"Ha! I'm okay. I just wanted food."
"Really? Because Kyle's bringing you some."
Maybe it did work, I thought.
"Is it pizza?" I asked, suddenly hopeful.
"No, I don't think so" she shook her head.
Oh. That was was the only thought that came came to mind. Terry cleared her throat.
"And hey, if you have any more questions about the pack, I'm your go-to girl." Terry was excited.
"Cool." I gave her a smile holding out my fist. She bumped it. That's what I'm talking about.
"Terry, you the real MVP!" We both laughed.
Kyle took that moment to enter the room carrying a tray of food. As he set the food on the table the wife beater he was wearing was clinging to his stomach muscles for dear life. I drooled. No longer interested in food. For now.
He was saying something to Terry, but I just stared at his mouth not hearing his words. The way they looked plump and juicy, images of him devouring me down below rising to the surface. I felt heat pool between my thighs. Ohmigod. I want him.
He laughed at something Terry said, showing his even teeth and I nearly jumped off the bed towards him. Instead, I quickly stood up and grabbed a grape off the tray with one hand while the other hand balled up in a fist because I didn't trust that it wouldn't do something naughty.
"See ya Nyla. I'm glad you're okay." Terry said with compassion.
I felt weird like my body was burning from the inside out. I didn't turn towards her and busied myself with the tray. "Yeah, me too."
She left out the room, leaving the door cracked.
I turned to Kyle. "Close the door." I stated it like a command.
He complied giving me a smile. "I got you chicken alfredo," he was saying.
"Lock the door too." My voice was low.
I heard it click. He turned around confused. "You okay hun?"
I slowly walked over to him slipping my black robe open, standing in front of him in my black lace underwear.
I just nodded to his question and leaned up to give him a tentative kiss. When he moaned in response, I tackled his mouth with all the pent up energy I had.
I jumped up in his arms wrapping my legs around his waist grinding into him. Our tongues danced with each other while he massaged my ass, slapping each check with urgency. He broke away.
"Nyla wait," he was out of breath. Huh?
"Your IV..." He looked down at it. Oh.
"Look away," I smiled. I pulled out the butterfly needle with a little stinging sensation. He walked us towards the night stand in that position. He opened the drawer and pulled out a band aid, opened it and applied it to my arm.
