Page 8 of Evil Hearts

Her eyes trailed down to the appendage stuck on the other side of the fence, his gaze following hers guiltily.

“Fucking hell,” she hissed, jumping back a step. “What thehell, Fenn?”

He stared down at it himself, worried there was somethingelsewrong with it besides being stuck. But no, he was unsheathed with the biggest knot in memory, mostly because of her—though the silver-infused metal currently acting as a Home Depot cockring certainly wasn’t helping.

But then he caught that intoxicating scent of arousal once more. Grabbing the fence tightly, he bit back a groan, desperately trying to behave, even as his inner wolf was pawing for her.

“It’s the moon,” he started, lamely.

“That’s no moon,” she shot back, sarcastically.

“No, I mean—the full moon. It makes us insanely, stupidly horny. I wasn’t really thinking straight when I told you to come here at night, to be honest, and it was pretty fucked up in retrospect considering. I’m so sorry. If you just go and get some wire cutters from storage—”

Her eyes bugged out. “You seriously want me to cut metal next to your dick with blades that won’t know the difference? You’re not already worried about that inflammation near the base? God, I’m going to have to take you to a hospital from the looks of it.”

His gaze dropped down again, trying to understand what she meant. There were his balls, then where the shaft began and the full knot—

Oh.

He tried not to laugh too hard.

“That’s my knot,” he said simply.

“Your knot,” she repeated, some joke underlying her words that he didn’t get. “You say that as if every guy has a knot. Normal human anatomy. Or I guess, it must be normal werewolf anatomy.” Her lips quirked. “So please tell me, Fenn, what the fuck is a knot and why do you have one right now?”

He squirmed under her constant observation, unable to shake what those brown eyes were doing to him just bybeing.

“Ah, umm… so, like canines, when werewolves mate, there’s an evolutionary advantage given to the penis,” he explained, his throat growing dry. “Typically we mate for life, so when the male inserts their shaft inside the female, the knot near the base will essentially inflate like a balloon to keep the female locked in, ensuring the sperm will breed her.”

Addison breathed slowly, her thighs squeezed together. “You’re notbreedingnow. I mean. You’re stuck, and I’m gonnabe sick if I fuck up with the wire cutters. Isn’t there an easier way to… fix your problem? Something that doesn’t involve sharp objects? Just like—what are our options?”

“Um…” he eked out, his voice barely working. “How honest do you want me to be?”

“C’mon, Fenn. We’ve already done the werewolf reveal, you’re hard and… knotted I guess, and trapped in a chain link fence butt-naked. You’re pretty damn stuck at the moment, so it looks like I’m kinda calling the shots here. I can handle it.”

He groaned at her phrasing, pressed his forehead further into the chain link as he shook his head.

His voice was barely a whisper as embarrassment flooded through him. “I need you to do more than handle it.”

The soft rustle and crunch of leaves made his ears perk up as she stepped closer. “C’mon, Fenn. Be a good boy and ask me properly.”

His heart hammered, eyes flicking up. She looked intently at his face, which was undoubtedly visibly flushed at this point.

“You like that,” she said, with an amused sort of curiosity. “Don’t you? When I call you a good boy?”

He nodded slowly, brain fuzzy and soft with pleasure. She was so close, all he could smell was her: that gentle musk and rosemary now tinted with the smell of treats on her fingertips, the anxious sweat from running after him, all wrapped in the lust of pheromones.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, struggling to regain sense. “I deserve… I deserve whatever punishment you think is fitting for roping you into this. I need to…release, though, or I can’t get free on my own.”

“I think I’ve got something in mind. First, though, can I touch it?” she asked. “I’m curious if it will…help.”

“You are?” he gasped, even though he had the proof of itwayup in his nose. But Fenn also wasn’t a pup, he knew that bodiesand brains weren’t always in tune with each other, and he didn’t want to take further advantage by being a knothead. “It, uh, it will help. It should work.”

“Tell me what you want, Fenn. What you need. Do you want me to take the muzzle off–”

“No,” he choked out quickly. “Please don’t.”

She pressed up close to the fence, careful not to touch him—she realized he still hadn’t given permission. A dark look flitted over her features, a sort of mischievous, gleeful anticipation.

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