Infinite Pleasure

KEANNE

The bright lights of the morning felt like a dagger straight to my head. It wasn't really because I had drank, but because my wolf has never really liked the light.

I am not a morning person, safe to say, and I pushed myself to stand, then closed the drapes, my eyes closed.

It was late, I could tell and I said swallowed hard, then turned to the stairs. I had slept off on the couch, and my tie, the bottles, my shoes...

I shook my head as I went upstairs, then without skipping a beat, walked into the shower. I peeled off my shirt, my reflection staring at me in what I thought was utter disappointment.

I didn't mind it as I let myself out of those clothes, then closed NY eyes as the water pelted down my skin, scalding it. A weird feeling erupted inside me, something that I could only qualify ad being gloriously between pleasure and pain.

And I liked it. The pain a little more.

I turned to the mirror, my hair falling in front of me, my chest lightly heaving.

"This won't be easy...