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I giggle, appreciating his sense of humor.

I do, of course, realize it should disturb me. He’s my stalker.Andmy dog—or so I thought. Also, a fucking WEREWOLF! But here I am, all giddy like a teenager having a first crush.

I need a second to breathe and try to think straight. Plus, I really need to pee.

“Um, I need a human moment.”

He releases me from underneath his body, and I rush to the bathroom.

When I empty my bladder, I clean after his mess on my breasts with a soapy washcloth and freshen up my nether lady bits, too. To cool off, I splash my face under cold water, but the heat’s not leaving my body. I then brush and floss my teeth before rinsing it with mouthwash, taking my time while I check out my reflection in the mirror.

No bite marks, just as he promised, though I can see some spots that’ll most likely turn into bruises. Nothing that concerns me too much.

When I get back to my room, he's sitting on the edge of mattress with his knees spread apart and his elbows rested on his quads, looking allattractive and shit.

I immediately stop all the second-guessing as I approach him and step between his legs.

His hands wander up from the backs of my calves as his tongue slides through my stomach to my boobs. He teases my nipples—each one consecutively with same tenderness.

I climb onto his lap, and then we kiss again, which once more almost causes me to faint.

His hands get a hold of my hips as he turns us over with me on my side. He lies next to me, and wraps his arm around my waist, spooning me from behind. His erection slips between my thighs, and I hear him hiss by my ear.

I reach for it, but he catches my wrist. “Rest now, gorgeous,” he tells me.

I don’t understand how he can even still be aroused. We haven’t had an actual intercourse, sure, but damn! What a stamina!

“Do you sleep?”

“Yes, of course. But I’m more of a nocturnal being.”

“We can keep talking. I’m not that tired,” I mumble, yawning, my eyes already closed.

“Or you can relax while I cuddle you?” His voice slowly drifting away.

10.

Predator

Morning light gives me the opportunity to finally admire her wholly—up close and uninterrupted.

She’s so soft everywhere I’m firm, curved in all the right places for my oversized hands to grab onto. My senses are encapsulated with her sleeping body by my side. The warmth of her. The intoxicating scent of her. The feeling of her smooth skin against my fur. The memory of her sweet taste still present on my tongue.

Mine.

Not much in my life had any meaning for me before her, and I find it hard to believe she trusted me enough to doze off in my arms—the arms of a beast. Because I know I don’t deserve this. But since I’m already condemned in thisworld, I might as well enjoy it.

She is slightly twisted to the side with a top sheet kicked off. Her profile covered by her fiery curls almost entirely, arms tucked under the pillow, chest pressed against the mattress, one leg bent up.

I’ve fantasized about this exact moment for such a long time, creating obsessive scenarios in my head, and now I can’t stop touching her. I’m not in full control anymore—not after the things I’ve done to her already…

Learning each tiny fraction of her, I lovingly caress her voluptuous figure everywhere within my reach, never getting enough. Tasting the freckled skin on her shoulder, I run my palm from her knee over the thigh onto her shapely ass, pushed up against my groin. Kneading her flesh more sensually, I feel how my hard cock begins to throb once again.

I was able to take a nap during the night, too comfortable to resist when holding her body so close next to mine, although my erection hasn’t subdued. The need to mate is constantly trying to overpower me, and it’s not getting any easier with our current proximity.

Her pelvis shifts under my touch, opening her up more, and my hand slides down betweenher cheeks to her bare sex.

Fuck, she’s so wet!

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