I Like The Way It Hurts

The man drank and graced her with the first smile that she'd seen from him, though it appeared to be a little sardonic. Cirrus didn't care. He could be as sarcastic or sulky as he wanted. He had the wine and the fire. All she had was her winning personality and a sweet little thing between her thighs.

He teased her a bit and Cirrus grinned, flashing pearly whites. "You could ask me questions too, you know." At least he was giving her a little bit of personality now. The woman settled on her back against the little sand dune and sighed, a quizzical look on her face as she thought about her next statement.

Cirrus stared at the unnamed man for a few more moments then spoke up. "You've only slept with one wolf." He'd confirmed that he wasn't a virgin, but there was still that aura of innocence about him. She was feeling a little thirsty and a lot loose. The alcohol thrummed through her lithe body and she gave another little wiggle into the dune behind her.

"Cirrus"