Page 67 of Seduced By the Werewolves

His relieved breath ruffles my hair. “Thank you. For forgiving me.” He brushes one claw over my bare, peaked nipple and huffs. “And for everything else, too.”

I giggle. Perhaps I’ve been preparing to be chased through the woods my whole life.

Something wet and long gently prods my backside, and when my hips instinctively grind against it, Eli groans.

“Your smell is incredible,” he murmurs, cupping my big breast in his huge palm. “It just makes me want to mate you over and over again, until you have my pup inside you.” His paw slides down my belly to the hair between my legs, where he spreads my thighs apart. That heavy cock of his slides between them, the head nudging at my entrance again.

I laugh. “I don’t know if I can take any more,” I say, even though blood is already rushing down to my abdomen. “I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”

“Just one more time?” he asks, dragging his tongue over my earlobe, which sends a shiver down my spine. I tilt my hips so the head of his cock starts to slip inside me, and Eli grunts, gripping my flesh tight.

“You know I’m on the pill, right?” I ask him. “There aren’t going to be any pups here.”

He squeezes me even harder as he slides in deep on his first thrust.

“For now. But I’m going to practice as often as I can.”

This time, the way he takes me is slow and loving, his paws memorizing every part of me. He bundles me up close as he nurses another powerful orgasm out of me, his sharp teeth gripping my shoulder without breaking the skin.

I still couldn’t take his knot, but he didn’t seem worried about it.

“Leon will know how,” he says with a surprising certainty. “And it will be so, so good when it fits.”

I can barely walk by the time a now-human Eli and I return to the parking lot. He kisses me goodbye at my car, and I grab a blanket out of the trunk and wrap it around me before driving home.

Chapter Twenty-Five

When I reach my apartment, I take a long shower, then treat the scratches on my back and hands with some Neosporin. They’re not bad, but you don’t get away from a forest fuck without a few scrapes to show for it.

There’s a text waiting on my phone from Leon.

I’m glad you and Eli worked things out

We certainly did.

Me, too

Did anyone follow you home?

I smile down at my phone.

No, I was alone

But that reminds me that there’s still the matter of Mr. Bosley. I can’t possibly tell him it was Eli who vandalized his house and risk the cops coming after the brothers. I consider calling my idiot boss to try to convince him not to do whatever foolish thing he’s got planned—but if I were to hedge a bet, the damage is already done, probably long before a werewolf pounded me into the ground out in the woods.

I want to say that I’m sorry about it, that I should’ve done something when I found out what Eli had done. But I can’t bring myself to care.

Mr. Bosley’s the one who made me sign those incriminating order forms, who made me “fix” the spreadsheets. He made sure my name was all over his dirty business.

Whatever trouble he’s gotten himself into, he can get himself out of it again. He’s not my responsibility.

The next morning, I get to the office right at nine, but I have to unlock the door to get in. I flip on the lights, deliver Mr. Bosley’s coffee to his desk, and settle down in my chair.

It’s almost ten when he finally comes in, hair disheveled and clothing askew. I’ve never once seen my boss look so unkempt.

I raise an eyebrow as he walks past me without acknowledging my presence. Once he’s in his office, though, I get a call to the phone right away.

It’s from Mr. Bosley. Who’s in the next room.

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