Chapter 90

The sweltering heat of an Alabama evening had sweat pouring down Tasia’s skin, making her smell like a human salt-lick. Dana fought the urge to lick the werewolf, but wasn’t entirely adverse to shifting her body every now and then just to feel Tasia’s breasts press against her arm. She had already consumed the remainder of Mike’s spooge, aware that it wouldn’t keep much longer in this heat. The sexual energy building inside of her wasn’t as prevalent as before, making her wonder if the semen had already lost some of its potency.

For perhaps the millionth time, Dana hoped she could eventually find something a little more normal to eat.

“Okay, I’m going to need a break soon.” Tasia tripped over a rock, nearly dropping Dana. “Being the hero is hard on my legs.”

“They really are nice legs,” added Dana. “Especially your thighs.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, but I’m not going to lie. The whole tampon thing you’ve got going on? Kind of gross.”

“That’s fair