Page 11 of Evil Hearts

She slowed her movements, making sure he wouldn’t come before agreeing. Maybe she’d feel bad about this later, but she figured keeping his deep, dark, doggy secret deserved a little tit for tat.

“You’re going to give me the job, Fenn,” she demanded, wondering if this would revoke her feminism card.

But in this job market? Maybe AI could outpace humans on job applications, but it definitely couldn’t give a handy to a horny werewolf. Plus, she had already been crushing on Fenn before she found out he was a werewolf, and now she didn’t want to let him go. That said, a girl still had to eat.

He stared at her, his head pressed against the fence. His brows drew upwards as he sent her yet another devastating puppy dog look.

“It’s yours,” he panted. “Please, Mistress.”

She yanked on his leash, forcing his torso against the fence and putting him on full display for her as she returned to her previous stroking pace.

“Good pup, Fenn,” she cooed before switching to her “trainer” voice once more. “Nowcome, boy.”

He bucked his hips against the fence, furiously pumping into her hand. His fingers were white from gripping the wire, shoulders reddened from arousal. Fenn howled through his muzzle as a verifiable geyser of cum shot out of his tip.

“Such a good boy for me,” Addison said, trying not to lose her cool in the face of Yellowstone’s biggest competitor, stepping delicately to the side as the tide threatened her shoes.Old Faithful, who?

His satisfied snuffles and howls filled her ears. Addison could bathe in that sound. It made her swell with pride that she’d undone Fenn with her hands alone:what could she accomplish without a fence between them?

Maybe she’d get the opportunity, if Fenn kept his desperate, edge-of-orgasm word about giving her the job. The moon might be driving him a little crazy, but he had to be at least a little attracted to her organically, right?

Addison wasn’t usually much of a romantic, but it was hard to hold that back when Fenn was practically offering everything she wanted. Her rational brain reminded her they’d only met today, that it was crazy to be imagining a future with him off of a single furtive interspecies handjob.

A future full of buckets of werewolf cum—if his current load was anything to go by. She wasn’t even stroking him anymore, just staring in awe at the practical waterfall only just beginning to ebb out as he thrust into her hand.

His howls eventually turned to quiet whimpers, sucking in his breath in gasping spurts. All his weight fell against the fence as a sloppy grin stretched across his face. Fenn post-orgasm was easily the most adorable sight Addison had ever seen. As soon as he started shivering, it gave her the excuse she needed to join him on the other side of the fence.

“Where—” he whimpered as she slipped back inside the fence, the word slurring. He grew pitiful as he tried to right himself, rambling in a daze. “Thank you. Since you’re leaving, I mean. I should be okay to–.”

Addison snorted at his attempt to play it cool, rounding the tree before walking up behind him.

“I’m not that kind of domme,” she murmured in his ear, wrapping her arms around his molten hot torso. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

His whole body relaxed as she held him.

“Yerr purdy hot yerself,” he mumbled, speech failing him.

She giggled, kissing his shoulder. “You were such a good boy for me. The bestest boy.”

His breath caught in his chest, followed by what sounded like an emotional sniffle.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, voice thick.

“Oh!” she squeaked out, realizing she hadn’t taken off his muzzle. She was clearly killing it at aftercare. “Shoot, sorry.”

She undid the muzzle, then reached behind his neck for the collar buckle. Fenn gently grabbed her hand, turning his head to look back at her.

“Let me be yours just a little longer,” he murmured.

Addison nodded, unhooking the leash instead.Just a little longer. So this was a one night kind of thing, she guessed. Maybe sheshouldhave hopped on his dick, just so she’d finally have the full werewolf experience. But the moment had passed, and her arm was tired anyway, she reasoned, ignoring what felt suspiciously like pining.

He turned his head back, staring at her lips, waiting for permission. Still her good boy, even past the scene. Boy, it was going to suck working with him if this actuallywasa one night thing. Her heart squeezed at how docile he was.

As their lips met and an almost tangible chemistry lit up their connection, Addison decided that she’d bring this gentle giant to heel, one way or another. This sure as hell didn’t feel like a fling and she already had the secrets to seducing this particular werewolf in the palm of her hand–literally.

Chapter 6

The next morning,Fenn pushed open the front door of Well Heeled open, sipping his much-needed cappuccino after averylate night arrival back at his apartment. He was happy to scent his friend in their shared space again, having missed it while he was away. Connor was pack, and pack was comfort: something he desperately needed as he sorted through his feelings about Addison. He should have asked her out, but he was worried it would make her uncomfortable to tangle up employment and fun, even considering their little tryst. His mind was still reeling from last night, an experience that felt incredibly transformative, lunar influence aside. Fenn’s eyes finally flicked up from the floor as his vision came into focus, trying to clear the cloudy visions of Addison that never quite left him.

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