343 Fighting the Good Fight

~ SASHA ~

A tiny noise broke in her throat as her body responded to Zev's frantic kiss. She needed him. Needed him desperately. The drive-in her gut… but she was bleeding and they had females and—

Zev broke the kiss, his shoulders heaving, but leaned his forehead on hers. "Fuck, Sasha." He clung to her, his fingers trembling.

"I know," she whispered, stroking his face and trying to ease her own driving need.

He kept stroking her hair, his fingers drawing tingling lines down her scalp. "We'll go talk to the males in a second," he said, his voice low and gruff. "I just needed a minute with you." 

"I know, me too," she sighed. He wrapped his arms around her and she fell into his chest, a shudder rocking her frame from head to toe.

"Sasha…" he said nervously, "Did they… hurt you?"

"I don't know," she whispered honestly.