Delayed Gratification

Sabine toyed with the collar dangling from the back of her neck.  She reached up, scratching her throat and then around to her nape.  It was there, beneath the surface of her skin, as if the beast were clawing her flesh.  Sweat poured down her naked back, catching against the few scattered hairs lining her spine.  Wetting them until they were slick against her body.

 

So difficult to hold it back.  It was part of her training.  Grabbing the wolf by the neck to restrain it and keep her changes at bay as long as possible.  Three months since she was bitten by her girlfriend – the gift purposefully passed on when she thought she was ready.