In less than twenty minutes Clint was home. Frenchy was sound asleep, thank the lord. He didn't want to have to think up answers as to why he was so late getting home two nights in a row. The old man was far too smart to see through any flimsy story.
Clint stood in the darkened kitchen, ran a glass of water from the tap and drained it completely, then filled it again. Sex always depleted him, and sex with Sophia Black just about destroyed him. It took every bit of discipline he could muster in the heat of orgasm to keep the wolf at bay. The animal growled constantly inside him, aroused by Sophia's sensuous heat.