Faking Sickness

TESSA MERCER

I dragged my aching body out of the narrow cot, groaning as my cramped muscles stretched in protest. The same damn thing had happened overnight. Another illicit dream. I lay in the dark, my mind consumed by filthy, forbidden images of Alpha Garrick and me doing things a master should never do to his slave. My fingers traced the curve of my neck, right where the lingering burn of his