What do you offer the Wolf?

Only once has this act been taken to completion; only once was I taken by surprise and tipped over the edge. Some women have an ego about it, a sense of pride, believing their skills unique and determined to prove it.

It is an exchange power, a delicate offering that can be gentle and brutal. With hands buried in your hair, ownership of this act is in question, poised on a fulcrum between possession and the possessed.

You tease with teeth and parted lips; I tease with the blunt side of my blade.

What do you offer the wolf at the door?

A rose, your throat, or something…more?

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D’jaevle, Bedtime Story– Embraced