You’ve got one hand on my chest to keep you stable as you grind and ride me slowly. I’ve got my hands on those sexy fucking hips of yours keeping...us in the same unhurried rhythm. I think to myself how amazing you look and try to fight back the realism how this may be one of the last times it happens. “Stay in the moment.” “Enjoy her.” “Relax.” I keep repeating each like a mantra. You’ve got a hundred tricks and before I know it you’ve spun around 180 degrees on me without ever pulling me. But you brought us here hoping that wed fuck…um, have sex? I BROUGHT YOU HERE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. THAT IS MY ULTIMATE GOAL FOR ALL MY GUESTS. TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT THEMSELVES…TO FULLFILL THEIR POTENTIAL. IN THE WORLD OUTSIDE, THERE ARE SO MANY BARRIERS THAT PREVENT US FROM SEEING THE TRUTH. THAT STOP US FROM PERCEIVING WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT. HERE, IN THIS ROOM, MY GUESTS CAN FACE WHAT IS REAL AND TRUTH AND ACT ON THE KNOWLEDGE GAINED. DO YOU, JACOB, REGRET WHAT HAS. Before the vigilant and earwigged (or eavesdropping) class of sixty-three university scholars, Ragnhild Ascwin stands up erect and upright, gazing direct and straight at Don Neal Carton—who is conversing and shooting the breeze with her. A growing old, well-informed, and self-regulating man, he is the Principal of Paranormal and Spectral Studies at the fashionable and for the most part swarmed and flocked by the well-off and stinking rich Kent University of Kent, Iceberg."What proof and. “Me, too,” Carlita told me as she began fading out of consciousness for a while.Even I dozed a little, catching a little nap before I was jerked awake ... by Frankie. She wasn’t alone, either. In her company was none other than Hannelore Lindstrom, our neighbor. It was clear that she wanted to check in on my progress in turning people into demon wolves. From the grin on her face, my moon-mate was very proud and thrilled at the sheer level of success. I had just roughly doubled the pack’s size.