Page 142 of Conner's Luna

36 - Claiming Stuff

Conner

My balls shrivel up a little when Bailey tells meit's her turn.

"I have to tell you this," she says, pacing in the same way I was before I confessed to having fucked the bitch. It's hard to concentrate on Bailey's words. All I want to do is use that bed in the corner. Or the couch. Or we could do a repeat of her first time and I can fuck her against the wall.

What I don't want is for her to tell me all about her boyfriends. Unless it's their names, general descriptions, current addresses, the usual. I don't want details. Fuck I don't want that.

But, I swallow my complaints and don't stop her, not yet. Partly because I don't want to be a hypocrite. Mostly because I'm trying to figure out how to hide the fucking bodies in the proverbial basement for the rest of our lives. I shake my head, muted by the muzzle and hating it. But it's not worth the risk. I won't lose Bailey by rushing shit. I'll fight Trey in the Challenge first, then Mark my girl.

"You say you won't get mad, but of course you will," she insists. I shake my head again. "What if I betrayed you?" she blurts out.

I contain my growl, and just shake my head, 'no,' again.

She frowns, a challenging light in her eyes. "What if I cheated?" she asks. Her teeth sink into her plush bottom lip and her honey-colored eyes widen on me, as if she's startled herself.

This muzzle doesn't work like the one Dad put on me. I only have to reach up and unsnap the fasteners at the edges. It's entirely voluntary and right now I need to speak.

Bailey freezes as I stalk over to her. Slowly I turn and bend my head, inhaling her perfect scent. Honeysuckle. Me. A little of her dad and other wolves she's encountered today. Mostly honeysuckle and my cock, just the way she should smell. I move my lips to her cheek and kiss her gently, murmuring, "I'd fucking kill him and take you home. Put you inourbed. Maybe tie you up. Fuck you until you can't move. Even when I wasn't on you, you would feel my dick in your sweet pussy. Then you can't cheat again, yeah?"

She stiffens when I kiss her, but she's boneless by the time I'm finished telling her the consequences of foolish actions. "OK," she says breathlessly. "That's nice. Statistically impossible but sounds fun to explore."

"Yeah," I say hoarsely. I'm still mad at even the mention of her cheating, but her arousal drenching the air between us makes it a little better.

"I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I shouldn't have said that, especially when you just told me about Lydia."

I get it, she's feeling insecure about her place with me, but making me see red isn't the wisest move. "Cheating, it's a hot button to push, yeah? Don't do that to me again, honeygirl. I'm a wolf, sweetheart." I don't clarify that statement and she doesn't ask me to.

She starts to fidget and I start to worry. "Did you betray me some other way?" I ask. If she cheated on some other prick... why can't I imagine Bailey cheating at all? Fuck, I'm a sucker. She has all those friends in Durham. The worst thing she could have done was told everyone about wolf shifters, but I can't imagine Bailey doing that.

She nods sadly. She takes a deep breath, holds it, then slowly lets it out in a rush, "I stole lab equipment to test my blood for genetic markers or mutations based onAbuela’sstory." I look at her blankly. Lab equipment? Why didn't she just ask me for it? "Then, it was missing when I started to pack. So wasBisabuelaCharlotte's diary. I need both to continue my research. I'm so sorry, Conner," she apologizes tearfully. "I shouldn't have agreed to move here," she speculates stupidly.

My girl doesn't get it, does she? There's a part of me that wants to howl in laughter and relief at how cute she is. The other part wants to spank her for getting herself so worked up. A small part of me wants to demand she suck my cock as payment, but that's the part of me that exists up my own asshole, so I refrain.

This explains why Braxton found that shit in her bedroom at the RedMoon rental. He took it for her, figuring it needed to be packed a little more carefully than the other things in the house. I didn't even remember his text until Bailey reminded me.

"Braxton took it all. He recognized the symbol on the side and didn't want anyone else to know you took it. I assume he has your diary and notes, too."

She sucks in a breath, looking gobsmacked. "Shoot!" she says, "I should have just asked Brax."

"You don't ask my brother for anything," I stress, pissed at the idea of Bailey even thinking about my MateLess brother. "Asshole already sold you out to me, anyway," I add a little smugly.

Quietly, she fidgets as if she's waiting for the axe to drop. I don't understand why she's so worried. I'm not mad about some measly lab shit.

"Aren't you angry?" she asks me. My wolf hums a low, reverberating sound, reassuring our female. She blows out a frustrated breath suddenly. "You are supposed to get furious and accuse me of stealing from you and kick me to the curb!"

Fucking hell. As if. "You read too many of those dumbass, shitty romance books," I scoff. Yeah, I snooped in her digital library. I wanted to see if she had any erotic fantasies. Other than having an unhealthy amount of sci-fi romance, she was pretty vanilla. No shifter books. Too many of those rich-asshole-type stories.

A blush starts creeping up her neck to her cheeks. It makes my mouth water. I want her little confession over so we can make use of that big, comfortable bed in the corner. "You know about those?" she mumbles.

"How you have time to read that shit while double-majoring and doing all that other genius shit is the only mystery," I shake my head.

"It's entertaining," she snaps. Fury makes her eyes sparkle behind her glasses. She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. I don't bother telling her that it frames her magic titties perfectly. "How do you know what's in them, anyway?"

"Because Velia reads the same crap. Some pencil-dick moron accuses his girl of cheating or stealing from him and, what did you say, babe?Kicks her to the curb?Of course, he's rich as fuck, so if she's stealing from him, fuck that prick. She shouldn't have to steal, yeah?" Bailey shouldn't want for anything. I can and will buy her the fucking world.

"Why isn't he providing for her? And if she's cheating, what is the solution? Honeygirl?" I prompt her when she just stares at me, open-mouthed.

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