Chapter Fifty-Eight. Apollo.
Hannah’s Point of View.
Feeling the wind blowing in my hair has never been more exhilarating. I feel the sparks consuming my body as they grip around Apollo’s body. The wolf is gorgeous, the black, white and grey of his fur makes him look more like a traditional wolf, all be it a huge traditional wolf. I grab hold of the scruff of his neck to secure myself as he twists and turns, gathering speed, as I squeal out in delight, encouraging him.
“Apollo you are magnificent!” I cry out. He is so nimble, and quick. Very quick.
Apollo comes to a halt, and hunkers down to the floor, looking at me then sniffing the air. Oh hell, yes I am turned on, I just hope that my scent doesn’t make him lose control, shift back to Del and we forget all about my tender tupp
