Page 32 of Bred By the Wolfman

“Oh. Thank you.” I wonder if I’ve hurt her in some way, but then she smiles through her brimming tears. “I do feel... alone, sometimes. Maybe we could have coffee, then. Just as friends.”

I beam at her. “I would love that. I need an update on Boomer, anyway.” I finally open the door of the car and step into the sunshine, stretching now that I can stand up straight.

“Thanks again, Russ,” Dee calls out the window as I head to the front doors, already terribly late.

“You’re welcome.” She gets a big grin on her face before she pulls away, and I feel like I could fly.

fourteen

DEE

I can’t stop thinking about Russ all night. In fact, I call Robbie and tell him I’m not feeling that great after the attack today, and though he’s concerned about Boomer, he agrees to meet up with me tomorrow, instead.

I hate that he asks if I need anything. The way I’ve already fantasized about wolfman cock tonight, it’s not fair to him. But I tell him we’re both all right, and we had some help along the way.

That night I pull out the dilator that DreamTogether gave me, and use it on myself. This time I’m thinking about Bill, and then about Russ, and the two blend together in my imagination.

They do have similar voices, if I remember Bill’s right. But Russ had no clue what I was talking about when I mentioned DreamTogether, and maybe I don’t know him that well, but it seemed like genuine surprise.

I mean, there’s more than one wolfman in the tri-county area. Of course he’s not the same guy.

But damn, do I wish. Do I wish more than anything that Bill would magically reappear. That he would find me, somehow, amidst all this chaos that is civilization, and make me his in real life, too.

I wonder how much he and Russ look alike. Does Bill have those same deep, amber eyes? I imagine Russ pushing me down on the bed, caging me in with his huge body. It’s easy to remember how Bill lavished attention on me, licking me everywhere, shoving his tongue inside me and fucking me with it until I squirted into his waiting mouth.

Oh, and then his cock. While my pussy was still swollen, he would slide it into me slowly, the way he did at DreamTogether. He would let me adjust to him before he really let me have it, burying himself deep and then yanking out in a steady, perfect rhythm.

Not to mention that knot. Fuck, I could never forget how Bill had worked it inside me, lathering me up and softening me until it fit through. Nothing again could compare to the way he plunged it inside of me, over and over, then pulled it free again. And once he got it all the way in...

I orgasm thinking of him coming inside me, filling me up with his warm seed, which then found its way deep into my womb.

Surely Russ would have a knot, too. I wonder if he would feel just as good.

When I’ve cleaned up, I pull out my phone and the business card Russ gave me, and draft a text message. I feel bad about how I reacted in the car today, how I shut down when I realized just how attractive he was and how much it stirred up in me.

Hi, Russ, it’s Dee. I just wanted to give you my phone number so you have it.

A few moments pass, and then I see three dots appear.

Nice to hear from you, Dee. I’m glad to have your number now. Are you feeling better?

I smile down at my phone. He’s so polite, and yet I can already tell he has a hidden, dominant side to him.

Yeah, much better.

How was visiting with your friend?

Fuck. I forgot that I’d lied about that.

It was nice to see her.

Good. Reach out to me anytime you need to talk.

I heart his message, and I begin writing something back when I stop myself.

I have a boyfriend, like I told him, and I shouldn’t cross the line. So I leave it that way and crawl back onto the couch with Boomer to finish watching our movie.

But when I’m in my bed that night, I imagine Russ’s long snout, his intense, yellow eyes, and his big, clawed hands. I imagine him fucking me the way Bill did, and it’s easy to meet my climax again.

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