Page 17 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

Two fingers thrust in and out as he plied her clit with attention. Her hands tugged at his hair. Her hips rolled and pushed against his mouth. The heels of her feet drummed his back.

Her channel tightened around his fingers, and her breathing emerged short and ragged. When she came, her pussy clenching and pulsing around his fingers, she wasn’t quiet about it.

She yelled, “Oh fuck yeah,” and he just about came in his pants.

Her eyes opened, and she gazed at him before purring, “Now that was what I call epic oral. Your turn next. Drop those pants, honey.”

He couldn’t stand and unbuckle his belt fast enough.

Just as her knees hit the floor and her hand gripped his straining dick, her head cocked as if she listened. He heard nothing, but she whispered, “I think we have company.”

Not for long because his tight and very blue balls would kill them for interrupting.

Chapter 5

A quite tingly andhappy Athena was also annoyed. After getting the most epic oral, she’d been excited to return the favor, but noises in the hall distracted. Especially since they seemed out of place at three a.m.

Poor Derek looked frustrated as he grumbled, “I don’t hear anything.”

Ah yes. His human ears wouldn’t.

“Trust me when I say there’s at least two people in the hall.”

He didn’t take her word for it and went to the apartment door to peek. He glanced at her and whispered, “Someone’s put something over my peephole.”

That someone probably listened too.

Rogers? Seemed most likely and unlikely all at once. No way could he have detected her already.

Athena dressed fast and padded to the door just as Derek yanked it open and barked, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Lo and behold, it was two of the thugs from the other night, still wearing their masks, but she recognized their scent.

And they’d come with a gun!

Not that Derek cared. “I fucking warned you pukes what would happen if I saw you again.”

“We don’t want you. Give us the girl.”

“Nope.” Derek blocked the doorway and crossed his arms.

“Are you blind?” said the smaller one. “We’ve got a gun.”

“And no brains apparently,” drawled her new lover.

“You either hand her over or I’ll shoot!” The thicker fellow’s hand had a slight tremble to it.

“Go ahead, and don’t miss, because, this time, I won’t be tossing you into a river,” Derek snapped. “It’s a long fall from the balcony.”

Sweet, gentle, and kind unless you messed with him. Was there anything about this guy to hate?

“Just give us the girl and we won’t put a hole in you,” said the big guy.

“Yeah, no deal,” Derek stated as he lunged. He grabbed the gun of the thicker fellow and yanked it free, which left him one-handed as the guy attacked. The other, knife in hand, wavered, probably not sure where to stab.

Athena slipped out and said, “Looking for me?” When the little guy turned his mask toward her, she punched him in the nose. When he didn’t go down, she kneed him in the balls, and when he hunched over, she grabbed him by the head and gave him a knee to the face.

He hit the floor just as Derek knocked out the other guy. They eyed each other in the hall before both saying, “We should move them.”

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