Rowan and Riley

Riley let out a high-pitched groan, burying her face in the textbook laid out in front of her.

Rowan looked up from the work spread out before her on the desk, glancing over at the huddled mass on the bed that was Riley, her hair wild, her legs bare, the top half of her bundled into an oversized sweater. She moaned, her head falling to the side to peer at Rowan.

“What’s up?” Rowan asked good-naturedly, sliding around to rest her chin on her hand on the back of the chair.

“I just got a text from Luce’s dad. My mom got taken in again for trying to break into her neighbor’s house. He wants me to go down to the station to see her. And I still have four chapters to read.”

“Oh, baby,” Rowan whispered, padding across the room to stand at the edge of Riley’s bed. She reached out to run her fingers through Riley’s hair. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m so exhausted. I’ve barely slept in two days.” Riley sounded as if she was on the brink of tears, her voice hoarsely strained.

“I know,” Rowan whispered, tucking the blonde strands back behind Riley’s ear.

Gingerly, Rowan climbed over Riley into the bed, wrapping her arm around the girl’s slim waist to pull her close. Riley’s breath hitched as she swallowed back her tears. Rowan nuzzled into the back of her neck, her hand sliding over the soft skin of Riley’s hip, working upward under her sweater.

A soft sigh slipped from her alpha as she began to settle, Rowan’s thigh slipping between Riley’s legs, the warm skin above her thigh-high socks sliding over the silken material of Riley’s underwear. Riley ground down against her with a subtle shift of her hips, arching her back as Rowan’s hand slid higher, her fingertips skimming over Riley’s breast. Riley inhaled sharply as Rowan grazed over her nipple, hardening the peak.

Riley turned her head to seek Rowan’s mouth, Rowan obliging her with a brush of her parted lips over Riley’s own, the tension perceptibly draining from her pack-mate. Rowan deepened the kiss, her fingers tracing down Riley’s sternum, over the taut lines of her stomach, back up again to stroke her thumb over Riley’s other breast.

Riley settled her head in the crook of Rowan’s arm, Rowan’s nose pressed into her hair as she pulled the covers over them both. “Sleep a little,” she whispered. “I’ll wake you up in an hour, and then we can go down to the station. Okay?”

Riley nodded, her eyes drifting shut. Rowan sighed and laid down fully to curl around her alpha, her leg still trapped between Riley’s thighs.

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