Page 26 of Love is Trash in Hallow's Cove

My cock is heavy and hard against my thigh, and I need to take care of it before I can even attempt to make a plan for revealing the truth to Hayley. My mind’s too lust fogged to think of anything but the desire my mate stokes inside me.

I lose my feeble internal battle to not go get Hayley’s panties from the drawer they’re stashed in. I also don’t resist grabbing the vibrating wand I managed to repair. I’ll let myself enjoy these stolen treasures one last time, knowing that when I tell Hayley the truth, they might be the only vestiges I’ll have left of her if she freaks out and leaves.

I sit on the edge of my bed and stare out toward Hayley’s window. The lights are on, but the curtains are closed, so I can’t see her, and she can’t see me in my hybrid form as I give my cock a lazy stroke. My dick ishard as a rock, the bone inside it that I get from being a raccoon shifter making it primed for fucking for long periods of time.

I take a deep inhale from her pretty pink panties, wishing the scent was stronger. Wishing I could get a fresh pair from my mate. Or even better, taste and smell her straight from the source.

I know she’s turned on around me. I can scent her dripping pussy after we kiss and it’s all I can do not to beg her to let me fuck her. I’ve almost come in my pants multiple times now, from the taste of her lips and the teasing hints of her desire in the air.

Would it turn Hayley on to know how much I want her? That she barely has to look at me and I’m ready to bust.

I lower the panties clutched in my fist and wrap them around my cock, groaning at the added sensation of the soft fabric dragging across my stiff flesh. They look small next to my cock, and for a moment I worry if my mate will be able to take me. I’m a big guy with a thick, long cock that’s impressive even for a shifter.

I close my eyes and groan, pumping my dick at a leisurely pace to match the speed at which I’d ease inside Hayley. She’d be so wet from coming on my tongue multiple times that we’d make it work. I’d go so slowly, making sure she could feel every textured bump of my cock as I fed her an inch at a time.

Eventually, she’d beg me for more. She’s my mate, so she’s made to take me. Made for me to fill with my cum over and over until she’spregnant.

Fuck, I never thought I had a breeding kink, but now that’s all I can think about. My slow pace is abandoned as I pump my cock at the thought of giving Hayley my load.

I know she wants kids. I’d give them to her whenever she wanted. I’d give her so much cum that it overflowed out of her puffy pussy, to be sure that she has everything she needs from me.

Already close to the edge at that filthy thought, I quickly flip the switch on the vibrator and bring the rounded head to rest lightly on my taint. My hips buck at the sensation that’s almost too much stimulation, and I ease it up to my heavy balls with a hissed sound of pleasure.

I think of Hayley pressing the vibrator against her needy clit, holding it there as I pound into her from behind. All it takes is the thought of her ass jiggling with my thrusts and her pussy squeezing my cock as she comes apart around me, and I’m shouting a curse as I come. Cum splatters in thick ropes across my belly and down onto my hand and the torn pink panties.

I come for what feels like years, making a total mess of myself. It’s so good. The only thing better would’ve been Hayley watching me. No, Hayley, sitting on my face while I did this. Yeah, that would’ve made it perfect.

I switch off the vibrator so it stops buzzing against where I discarded it by my thigh when it became too much to handle. Once I’m cleaned off, I reluctantly place both it and the panties in a trash bag and set it by the door to the stairs to throw out tomorrow.

There’s a pang of guilt as I look at the bag and think about what I’ve done with its contents. I know the mate bond is driving me to do things I shouldn’t. Telling me to protect my connection with Hayley at all costs. Beans is yelling that at me, too, very unhappy about my decision to get rid of his scavenged items.

But it’s time to be responsible, adult Jacob, because that’s who Hayley deserves. Not some trash pervert who lies to her so he can get snuggles by the dumpster.

Many hours later, I have a plan. Granted, it’s not a great one, but at least it’s something. It can’t be any worse than the card I made that said “Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m a raccoon shifter that’s been lying to you.”

I don’t expect Hayley to be fine with me deceiving her, but it would be amazing if I’m able to soften the revelation enough that she doesn’t ask for a restraining order against me. Beans would have a full-blown meltdown if that happened—after snuggling with Hayley twice, he’s beyond obsessed with her.

All sides of me are obsessed with her.

I thought about asking Brooks or Gwen for advice, but I really don’t want to get another one of those looks where it’s clear how ridiculous they think I am. I already know I’m strange. I don’t need my friends to remind me of that.

Heart hammering in my chest as I head over to the bodega, I try to put a normal, non-panicked expression on my face as I step inside and the bell over the doorrings. My attempt to look calm clearly doesn’t work, because Bettie gives me a concerned look from behind the register.

“You okay, Jake?” she asks, brow pinching together.

“Yeah.” I nod. “Just constipated.”

The wolf shifter teen gives me a bemused look. “Uh, okay. Stool softeners are over there,” she says, pointing toward a shelf.

Great, now I’m going to have to buy constipation meds. What if Hayley comes in when I’m mid-checkout? She won’t accept my invitation to hang out tonight if it looks like I have plans to be on the toilet for most of the day.

I shake my head and approach Bettie, lowering my voice so only she can hear it. “I’m not actually constipated,” I whisper.

“Huh?”

“I’m not really constipated,” I say louder, just in time for Ms. Muldoon, my middle school math teacher, to stroll up beside me with a six-pack of beer in her talons.

“Prunes,” the elderly birdwoman says, patting my shoulder with her wing. “That should fix you right up, Jacob.”

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