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He. Did. Not.

I could feel the heat of embarrassment rising in my face. Even though I was not familiar with this type of dirty talk, I was able to tell myself one thing about it—

I freaking loved it.

Hawke sat on the bed, pulling my hands away from my face, and kissed my knuckles. “You have started your period.”

My jaw slacked, and an inaudiblewhat the fuckslipped from my mouth. I pulled the blankets away to see that I had indeed started my period.

Perfect, just perfect. Just when we get intimate and do the nasty, this had to show up.

I groaned.

“Don’t worry, a little blood won’t stop me from claiming you,” he purred.

Wait, what?!

“H-how did you know!?”

This is so embarrassing!

The morbid fear that someone could smell a dirty pad slammed against me. Did my blood stink!?

Hawke pulled me into his embrace. He loved touching, talking, soothing, almost petting me as much as he could. I relaxed into him, still mortified but enjoying how sweet he was being. He wasn’t afraid of affection anymore.

“I could smell it from downstairs.” He kissed my hair.

“Oh my god,” I whined.

“Shh, now listen. I’m a wolf. I’m going to have stronger senses. Sight, strength, and even smell.”

“You’ve known every single time I’ve been on my period?”

Just let me crawl up in a hole and die.

Hawke nodded. “Usually when I’m right next to you, now that my wolf is getting stronger because of our bond strengthening, I could smell you at a distance.”

So gross.

“It’s normal. I don’t know why you find it embarrassing. All females have periods. Humans more so than she-wolves, but it is natural nonetheless.”

Hawke placed his hand in mine and lifted me out of the bed. To my surprise, there wasn’t that much blood on the sheets, which was a big plus.

I guess?

I looked between my legs, not so subtly, to check if I was dripping, and there was still nothing.

I felt the pull of his hand on mine as he pushed the door in, and his back flexed. He pulled a pair of comfortable underwear from the pile of clothes he laid in the bathroom and held them up. “I went through your clothes. I hope you don’t mind.” He winked.

“I guess not. You have seen me naked. Clothes in my bag aren’t that much different. As long as you don’t watch me pee, I think we are good.”

Hawke frowned. “Why can’t I?”

I snapped my head back at him as I approached the toilet. “What do you mean, why not? That’s private!”

“I’m not leaving this room.” He crossed his arms.

“What the heck are you talking about?” I crossed my arms mockingly. “You can’t be in here when I put in a tampon, now shoo!”

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