Page 24 of Bred By the Wolfman

With an even bigger, almost ominous grin, he reaches the other side of the table and holds out his hand.

“Good. Then I have some things I’d like to do with you.”

“All right.” I accept it, because maybe it will ease my need for just another night. Robbie leads me to the back door of the house, and we go inside.

But as he gets on top of me and slips in his human cock, I can’t keep my mind from wandering. He thrusts in and out, and I make the appropriate sounds, but I know that something is missing.

I wonder where Bill is tonight.

Is he fucking some lady wolf? Or even another human, like me? But I get the sense that if that were an option for him, he’d never have come to DreamTogether in the first place.

Perhaps it’s cruel of me, but believing that he’s alone lets me hope that maybe, just maybe, he’s thinking about me, too. I don’t want to imagine him with anyone else, or what his life might be like beyond our two brief dalliances.

I want him to be trapped in that moment in time so that he’s still there someday, if I can find him again.

RUSS

When I get off work the next morning, I’m nearly dead on my feet. I desperately need some sleep—but first, I need to go by Dee’s house and see if she’s home yet.

I’m not going to go throw a rock at her window and ask her to come out on the balcony or anything. I just need to breathe in her fresh smell, and see that she got back safely from wherever she went today.

But when I pull up in front of the duplex, her car still isn’t there, and when I get out and sniff the air, her scent is even fainter than before.

It unsettles my stomach. Where could she be that she was out all day and all night? My hackles raise, imagining what could have happened to her out there in the world. But I’m much too tired to try to track down her car, so I drive home and stumble my way up the stairs and into my bed, simply hoping that she’s all right. I’ve never thought thirty-six was “old,” but right now I certainly don’t feel like a young cub anymore. My legs ache and my paws are almost raw on the bottom, but it was all worth it now that I know where to find Dee next time.

I’m up after only five hours of sleep, because my body knows that today is a day for action. We’ll be reunited with her, and then finally, I can sleep soundly with my mate in my arms.

I make sure to clean up first, taking a long shower where I soap up all my fur, working my claws through it, and then I even spring for conditioner. When I’m silky soft from head to toe, including my tail, I rinse it all off and hop out of the shower. Then I shake, flinging droplets of water everywhere. There’s a good reason my whole bathroom is tile with a drain in the middle.

I usually let myself air dry, but I need to get going, so I pull out the dryer and stand in front of it. But when I’m finished and peer at myself in the mirror, I’m horrified to find that my thick, brown fur is completely fluffy all over.

I can’t deal with this right now. Grabbing a brush, I put some kind of hair product in it and run it through my fur, trying to push it back into place. Becoming presentable takes a good half hour, and even then, I look like a bow slapped on a pig.

This is not how I wanted our first meeting as our real selves to go.

I manage to brush my teeth and then I head out the door, just as it’s starting to become late afternoon. When I finally make it to her place on the other side of Aston, it’s almost sunset.

Her car is here this time, thankfully. Like before, I park around the corner. I want to be as unassuming as possible. I don’t think she’ll find me threatening—she did sign up to let me fuck her and then carry my cub—but I don’t want to come on too strong, either.

Shit. I should’ve gotten flowers.

No, no. This is better. That would be coming on too strong. I’m dressed in a basic t-shirt and jeans, hoping to keep it casual. She seemed like the kind of woman who lives casually.

I feel like I know so much about her, and then also nothing at all. What if in real life, she’s not like she was on the breeding bench? Will she be horrified to see my face, rather than just feeling me behind her?

This was such a bad idea.

But I’m too far in it now. If I have even a ghost of a chance at being with Dee, putting myself out there is completely worthwhile. Maybe she turns me down, but at least I’ll get to see her up close, and know that she and my cub are safe here.

I’m about to step out into the street opposite her duplex when a car pulls up to the curb. A human man gets out, with brown hair that’s been a little too manicured, and a scrawny build. Well, I guess any human has a scrawny build compared to me.

I retreat back onto the sidewalk as he heads to the duplex, goes up the stairs, and knocks. Then the door opens, and I see her.

Amanda. It’s Dee, with long, dark hair pulled into a thick braid over her shoulder, and a face I’ll never, ever forget.

She has wide blue eyes, so big it feels like they could swallow me. Her forehead curves into an adorable nose, above a mouth with pouty lips. I couldn’t imagine any creature more beautiful. Not even my fantasies compare to what she looks like in flesh and blood.

Dee doesn’t spot me down on the sidewalk, so I scurry to the edge of the nearest house and step into the long, afternoon shadow. There, I watch as she leans forward, and the man standing at her door meets her halfway to kiss her on the lips.

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