Page 21 of One Night with the Werewolf
But wait. I’m confused. Why is he taking off his pants if this isn’t about sex?
Next come button and zipper, and he removes his jeans, leaving his cock straining inside his boxer briefs. They’re plain dark blue, and god, he looks good under there. He’s already hard, and just thinking about what that felt like inside me?—
He hooks his thumbs into the band of his underwear and pulls them off, tossing them aside.
Shit. Whatisthat?
His cock is big, yes. It also looks… strange. At the base is a lump,twoof them, one on either side of the shaft.
Is that what I felt that night? What he didn’t put inside me?
“Yup,” Roscoe says, sighing. “That’s what got you pregnant.”
I don’t think he intends it, but it sends a shock of pure excitement straight down between my legs. Yeah, that is how he did it. And I want him again.
“It’s weird, yeah,” I say. “But you were just born that way, right?”
He stares at me for a long beat, then a laugh explodes out of him. He snorts, buckling forward.
“You are too good for this world,” he says, stepping closer so he can lean down and kiss me. That kiss, though quick, is absolutely perfect. “No. I wasn’t born this way.”
I squint. “Huh? Then how did it happen?”
“Emelia.” He turns his head away, staring down at the floor as he continues. “I’m a werewolf.”
Oh.
So that’s why he hid in the darkness. That’s why we did it from behind. He didn’t want me to see this and then ask questions he couldn’t answer.
“I’ve never met a werewolf before,” I begin unsteadily. I’m not sure what the right or wrong thing is to say here. “Wasn’t sure if it was a biting thing, or a thing you’re born with.”
“You have to be bitten.” He sighs, his cock deflating the longer we talk. “I was bitten about… eighteen years ago now. When Jason was a kid.”
“Was it voluntary?” I ask.
Feverishly, he shakes his head. “I was on a trip with some college friends. We were backpacking in the Rocky Mountains. We must have gotten too close to a werewolf community when we pitched camp, because we woke up in the middle of the night to our tent being ripped to shreds by a werewolf.
“It was completely out of its mind. Probably one that was just freshly turned. It bit all three of us before the others showed up.”
“There was more than one?”
He nods. “Yes, but they were more of sound mind. They took us back to their refuge and patched us up, but the damage had already been done. All of us underwent the change there.”
“Wow. That’s horrible.” I didn’t realize werewolf-ism was quite so violent. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugs. “I’m used to it now. I take every full moon off work and go out to the mountains. Pitch a tent, hunt some rabbits, call it a night.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad!” I sit up, smiling brightly. “You can keep doing that.”
But Roscoe just shakes his head, and sits down on the bed next to me, making the mattress sink.
“Not if I’m with you.” He leans down and sniffs my hair, then rubs his nose over the shell of my ear. “If I’m with you, Emelia, all I’m going to want isyou. I will tear apart anything in my way when the moon is full. And then, I’ll definitely want to fuck you.”
It feels a bit like there’s a fire starting in my lower belly. That’s all he wants? To have sex?
“You don’t want to… bite me?” I ask. “Or eat me?”
He laughs. “I have far more control now than that. I would never bite you. But mate you? Up against a tree in the woods?” He breathes against my ear, sending a shiver down my back. “It would be my pleasure. My desire. My instinctual need.”
