Page 34 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

“Let’s go to bed,” he suddenly said.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

They headed up to his room, the queen-sized bed big enough for two. But they didn’t fuck. Fatigue, along with a food coma set in, and Athena found herself being cuddled.

Yes, spooned by a man, and she didn’t mind it one bit.

Although she could have killed the rooster that woke her at the crack of dawn.

But then forgave it when Derek began kissing her neck. She rolled over in the bed and reached beneath the covers to grip him.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.”

“Afraid you’ll blow.”

“Yesss,” he hissed.

She kept stroking, and he growled, “Brat. Now be quiet.”

Athena was about to ask why when he disappeared under the blanket.

“My turn again?” she whispered.

Rather than reply, he positioned himself between her thighs. At the first lick of his tongue across her pussy, she shoved a fist in her mouth. Even then, she made noise. How could she not when he pleasured her, spreading her lips to lap and tease? He delved with his tongue then flicked her clit. When her hips started rocking, he pinched it with his lips and almost got knocked out as she bucked.

She managed to gasp, “I want you in me before I come.”

“Hold on, need a condom.” He grabbed one from the nightstand and had it on in seconds.

He crawled up her body until his lips met hers. As they kissed, his hard cock pressed against her pussy.

She wiggled until the head went where she wanted it.

Inside her.

He buried his face against her shoulder as he thrust, his breathing as erratic as hers as he pumped, his thick shaft fillingher nicely. The curve at the tip? Pure delight as it butted against her G-spot.

He pistoned in and out, the strokes deep and hard, and she clung to him. Clung to him as he rode her. Clung to his cock as he slammed it in and out.

When she came, his lips were there to catch her strangled cry.

He held her after, rolling so she lay atop him, his hand lazily stroking her back until she sighed.

It led to Derek murmuring, “Now that’s what I call a good start to the morning.”

A good start to the day.

Which turned into a week.

Derek took a leave of absence from his work. Together, they helped around the farm, the familiar tasks soothing.

On the second week, she got a message to her new online account that indicated her mom and siblings had returned home. Ares had been watching the farm and said the coast appeared clear. Perhaps Rogers had given up. Caught up in Derek, she’d certainly put her plot for revenge on a backburner. In a sense, she should thank Rogers. He’d been instrumental in the events that led to her meeting Derek.

By the third week, she’d settled into a routine with Derek and his grandparents. One big happy family—minus the cousin who left the day after he’d visited. Grams had even taken her to town to get some clothing that wasn’t hideous, stating she’d more than earned them with her work.

As they entered week four, and with the full moon pending, reality set in.

How would she hide the coming change from Derek? They spent most of their time together. They slept together each night. He’d notice if she slipped away.

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