Page 4 of Evil Hearts

His heart was beating a mile a minute. Connor never let him wear the muzzle, said it would look bad for the school. This was pushing boundaries a bit.

“Fenn’s different. The muzzle makes him feel safe. Controlled. It lets him know you’re in charge, that he’s at your whims and desires.”

Her lashes fluttered unconsciously on ‘desires’ and he caught that reassuring whiff of arousal once more. It meant that he wasn’t a total psychopath for hoping he had a chance with her. She was definitely at least a little attracted to his human self.

“Well, I suppose if he likes it,” she said absently, tracing the muzzle with her fingers, that delicate mouth still curved in a slight frown.

“Hereallylikes it,” Fenn murmured before he could stop himself.

He slid further down in the desk chair, suddenly needing to hide his rapidly-growing erection.Stupid moon.

“Anyway.” He cleared his throat nervously:in for a penny, in for a pound. “you’ll need to text me a picture of him wearing it. A lot of trainers are uncomfortable handling muzzling, and since I won’t be out there to keep a closer eye on you, I’ll need…proof. To show Connor.”

Fenn, you sly dog.You’re one fucked up pup.He swallowed hard, stomach flipping at how far he was pressing his luck.

But to see her truly reining him in? To have apictureof his submission? It was deeply wrong but felt anything but. He knew this was so fucking unethical but he just couldn’t stop himself when the opportunity was sitting right there like a slow, fat squirrel. Thatdamnedmoon.

“Oh. Yeah, sure, no problem,” she shrugged, unaware of the way his heart soared at the casual agreement. “So, are you going to introduce us?”

“Tell you what,” Fenn said, opening a pointless file to hide his own nerves, “why don’t you head out back, familiarize yourself with our dog park, and I’ll send him out to you. That way you can get the lay of the land and meet organically. I need to get on a work call.”

He pulled a key from the drawer and tossed it to her. She caught it squarely, though her surprised expression suggested she hadn’t expected to.

“Nice catch,” he praised with a grin. “That’s the key to the storage shed out there. If there’s anything missing from the supply basket, feel free to root around—if you’d like.”

She nodded, glancing at the key in her palm. He could practically hear the gears turning in her head, planning how she’d handle his canine self. Even so, her scent had bittered a little with an odd, metallic note of stress. Was she worried abouthim? The idea was nuts—he prided himself on being show-quality and super docile. He was going to besucha good boy for her.

“So you’ll really be in here the whole time?” Her scent ramped up that metallic note as she asked the question, though she held her chin up, expression determined.

“Yep, these suppliers yap endlessly.” He forced an aggrieved grin, willing his dick to settle down so he could stand up.

The thought of Addison controlling him was making that pretty damn hard. Literally. He was surprised the fucking thing wasn’t knocking ‘shave and a haircut’ on the underside of the counter desk.

“Um, cool,” she said, wrapping her arms around the basket. “So I’ll see you in…about an hour, then?”

Blessed moon, a whole hour with her!He gave an affirmative grunt without taking his eyes off the folder in front of him, not trusting his tongue to stay professional. If he’d had a tail in this form, it would have been audibly banging against the chair back right now.

She walked to the door and paused, realizing she didn’t have any free hands to pull the handle, looking back at him for assistance. He buried his face in another open file, pretending he didn’t see as she turned back to the door. Being overtly rude wasn’t his style, but her mild annoyance was better than displaying the obscene erection currently testing the seam of his pants. Honestly, her mild annoyance made it worse.You dirty, dirty dog.

Her soft grumbling was followed by a self-deprecating little laugh, and with a grunt of effort and the jingle of the door bells, Addison was outside, lack of hands be damned.

He groaned as soon as she was out the door, nearly collapsing across the counter. He’d just have to shift half-hard like this. Well, she was a trainer, right? She knew how to keep dogs in line, surely even visibly aroused ones. He suppressed another groan at the thought.

All dogs may go to heaven, but desperately horny werewolves probably went somewhere a lot hotter.

Chapter 3

After two amblinglaps around the training field and a brief stint hiding in the storage shed to frantically google ‘how to muzzle a dog,’ Addisonfinallysaw the back door to the academy crack open. The harsh flood lights gave the giant mutt a hell of an entrance—his long shadow reaching out towards her as he trotted close. It made him seem even bigger than he really was—quite the feat, she thought, considering she could practically throw a saddle on that puppy and ride him like a horse.

Addison stood with her arms akimbo, taking a power stance to assert dominance, waiting for him to come to her. She was supposed to be good at this. She may not entirely know what her next steps should be, but she could tackle the show-no-fear thing early on.

But Fenn was walking a little oddly. As he got closer, she realized why and let out a gasp.

“You’ve gotta be fucking with me,” she hissed under her breath. “The videos sure as hell didn’t coverthat.”

Recognizing she still had a minute until the giant dog closed the space between them, she pulled out her phone and looked up ways to calm a horny dog. There was no way Addison could hold her ground against that beastandthe beast practically draggingon the ground below him—it’d be more than her leg getting humped. She frantically scanned a few bullet points from the first article, her gaze darting back and forth from the screen to Fenn.

As he got close, a low growl rumbled out that sent shivers up her spine. She was still nervously scrolling through the article when a loud, sharp bark made her drop her phone.

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