Page 7 of Bred By the Wolfman

She makes a face, and I nod in agreement.

“Still, though, he knew just what to do,” I add. “I came twice.”

Liesel’s watching me steadily. “Interesting. It’s unusual for a man of any species to make a woman orgasm during their first time having intercourse.”

“O-okay, Dr. Liesel,” I say as the waiter approaches. “I guess he’s just good at what he does.” Though I do wonder just how he got so good at it. How many other women has he pleased that way? Were any of them human, too?

I’m surprised by a surge of jealousy.

I place an order for a rather large steak, and Liesel gets a salad. I don’t know how she survives on just salads, but I decide to get one, too, and keep the healthy streak going.

“You know,” Liesel says after the waiter leaves with our order, “I’ve kept it to myself until now, but I wonder if this is the right move for you, Dee.”

I frown at her. “Kinda late to say something.” I could already be on my way to getting pregnant. I just imagine the wolfman’s little army swarming up my fallopian tube toward the egg waiting for them there.

“I thought it would be all right,” Liesel says cautiously, “but listening to you talk, I wonder if it’s so healthy for you. You’re emotional, and you love having connections with others.”

That’s odd, coming from her, because we have almost no friends in common. Liesel and I met at a music festival many years ago, and though other people in my life have cycled in and out, she’s kept the same place, calling me every two weeks to get a drink. That’s how I know she likes me, even if she never shows it. Over the years, I think we’ve built a strong bond, one where we understand each other and support each other.

“What, you think I’m going to get attached?” I ask, scoffing.

She just tilts her head. “Yes.”

“You really have no faith in me.” I guess I need to show her, then, that I can do this. Just because the wolfman took me for a ride, that doesn’t mean I’m in it to win it. I’m only there to do a job.

If he wants to have fun doing it, that’s fine by me.

Eventually the steak shows up, and I’m surprised by how hungry I am. I eat the entire thing, and wonder if soon I’ll be eating for two.

Does that mean two steaks?

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RUSS

Fuck.

This week is a drag. I’ve been working late shifts at the hospital, which doesn’t put me in the best mood. And being away from my little human after such an intense moment of bonding is hitting me harder than I expected.

My kind are protective of their families, or so my dad was when I was little. But I knew that going into this. I simply thought I’d be better prepared to handle it.

I’m hard for her constantly. I manage to hide that fact under my loose scrubs, but my dick is there, lurking at half-mast while it ponders how it felt to be inside her.

I don’t even know this woman and already I’m obsessed with her.

Still, I manage to focus on my work, because it’s critically important that my patients have all of my attention. But each screaming infant I help bring into the world serves to remind me of what I’m after, what I want for myself.

It’s hard to explain why I saved up the money to buy the full package at DreamTogether. There are probably plenty of other ways I could have gone about making a cub of my own. I’ve been married before, almost seven years ago now, but kids were the dealbreaker. Dating simply hasn’t worked out since then. I’m thirty-six now, and I think it makes women suspicious that I’ve been single for so long.

They’re right to be suspicious. I haven’t felt a spark for anyone since Adelaine and I divorced. Hell, even before that. I knew she wasn’t the one for me early on, but we’d already sealed the deal with rings and paper, so I stuck it out for as long as she would tolerate.

Eventually, though, she knew we wanted different things, so she took it upon herself to break it off.

I’ve realized since then that I don’t need a partner. I’m content to do it by myself, and I’ve already worked out a deal with the hospital where I can work four days a week, regular shifts. We get discounted daycare, and then I’ll have plenty of time to spend with the infant. I have a wet nurse already booked for the first two years of my new cub’s life, to make sure they get everything they could possibly need.

It’s the biggest expense I could have imagined, but I know what I want—and as soon as I heard of DreamTogether, I realized that’s how I would get it.

But I didn’t expect her. No, I didn’t predict that the woman I would get would be designed for me, that she would call on my heart just like she did my cock. And I haven’t even seen her face.

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