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“I want none of this.” I set my front limb on the edge of the bowl to climb out.

“Wait,” she cried out, bunching my fur in her little fist. “You need to shower,” she said, her chin tilted upward. “Fenrir, please.” Her lips turned downward. She was dissatisfied. I did not want her dissatisfied.

I gritted my teeth and sat on my haunches. The fit was tight and uncomfortable because the pane pressed against one side and my other side was flush to a white wall. “I’ll not get your face this time. Promise.” She angled the showerhead she held in hand toward my neck. Rivulets of water traveled down my fur, weighing it down. I studied her human face. Her dark fur, the gentle curve of her small muzzle—no, lips and nose. There was nothing that should call me to claim her. Nothing about her resembled a lycan female. Yet, I only wanted to mate her. Her sex still smelled of desire and blood. Her body ached to be filled with my seed so she could breed.

My cock stiffened and expanded from my slit.

“Whoa there, Fenrir, let’s get through a shower.” The corner of her lips lifted. That expression right there, that was what I liked. And especially when that tinkling noise escaped her mouth.

I could watch her move for eternity. Focus settled over my instincts, narrowing in on this female.

I no longer had the urge to run. Once I devoured those that harmed me, I would be content to lay with her. Just this little human in front of me.

She rubbed a bar of some floral-smelling thing on my body.

“What is this?”

“A bar of soap. I made it.” Her mouth tipped up, and an airy sensation expanded in my gut. My cock throbbed to life.

“What is that?” I lifted my claw to the corner of her lips where they went downward. “Do not make them go down,” I snarled. The showerhead spit water on the ground as she held it lower.

Her eyes widened.

“You don’t want me to frown.”Frown. She frowned again, and I sneered. That was what she was doing? There were so many parts to their human language. And this one was not the only language. After devouring a human, monsters absorbed the language of the one they fed on, so I understood the humans but not always the meaning behind the words.

“You’re so cute,” she said with a smile. “Lean down.”

I dropped my head as she ordered. She slid the bar around my horning and ears. Water dripped into my eyes, stinging. I growled and yanked back on instinct.

“Wait. Fenrir, wait!”

I shook my fur out. She sputtered, lifting a hand to block the spray erupting from my fur. I settled, the sting no longer present.

She swiped her face with the back of her hand, taking away the white foam that left my fur and attached to her.

My human did not seem pleased, but her huff only caused a swell in my chest.

EIGHTEEN

MIA

I eyedthe positioning of the wood. I’d needed to fix the broken slab with some extra strength wood glue. Fortunately, Jason had been a hoarder, so I’d found everything I needed in the shack behind the house.

Fenrir held the door up for me to make sure it was lined up perfectly. He’d been my little assistant. Quietly studying my movements with such focus that he bore holes into my face.

“A little more toward you,” I said. He did as I asked, dropping it a bit. The hinges lined up with the door frame perfectly. I slipped the screws in and took the screwdriver in hand, turning the handle as fast as I could, forcing the bolt into the hole.

I looked up at him. His eyes flared bright, and I squinted.

“Dampen the glow,” I winced.

He grunted and did as I asked. His ears twitched, flicking side to side. The tips of his antlers almost touched the ceiling when he fully straightened. Good thing the ceiling was so tall. Unlike in the shack.

For a monster, he was incredibly patient with me. But he was taking his statement about never leaving my side to a dramatic level. He literally didn’t leave my side. No, he refused to. Thatwas a more accurate description. He’d developed a clinging fixation.

Since he’d proclaimed that he would take me with him, he hadn’t said anything to me about leaving. But I could tell he was growing increasingly antsy. He had one thing left to do and he was fixated.

I’d exhausted myself by cleaning up and making sure the crops were making progress. Now, the clean-up of the house was about to be done.

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