Her fingers begin their dance on her lips, when she stops herself. There’s plenty of playtime to come, she just needs to wash off and head back in. ...he turns the shower off, towels off and heads back to meet up with Eric. He is enjoying a sandwich on the couch, and has a big glass of water for her. Amber downs the water, and begins to search for her underwear. She can’t find it, and digs into her bag. She pulls out her black lace panties and a tight white tee, and puts them on. She parades by. I took a moment to gaze at my reflection as Clare, finally finished with her stockings and stood silently beside me.'This thing doesn't feel right, ' she murmured and reached up to adjust her little white lace hair-band making sure the black silk bow was sitting flat. I noticed that as she peered at her reflection, a pretty frown creasing her brow — she looked so incredible — I was happy being a lesbian as long as I was with her.'We do look amazing.' I giggled gazing at the two saucy French. "And how long did you wait before you took your pleasure?"He looked at the time displayed. "Four minutes and fifty seven seconds," he read."Four minutes and fifty seven seconds," she shook her head. "That's not even half way." No, Miss," his voice was barely a whisper."I think you're being a little bit selfish," she stood. "A little bit ungrateful." Yes, Miss," he kept his eyes downcast."So," she smoothed down her skirt. "What are we to do?" Do? Miss," he looked up."About your selfish. Her eyes seemed to get even brighter as she snarled loudly and bared her teeth at her fallen foe.Even though Aric was no where to be seen, and she saw him die, she still realized deep in the recesses of her mind that only he was her one and only mate, she had picked him and she would tolerate no others trying to take his place.Only he would ever be the one permitted to mate with her.The werewolf was now weakly struggling as he kicked at her, and the Alpha was sure that he could feel his death.