Page 36 of Rejected By Wolves

If I have one advantage over Scratch, it is that I am closer to her height. It means she strokes the side of my face when she reaches out to touch me. Her gaze goes to my mouth, and I begin purring again.

If she wishes for me to lick her, I will use my tongue wherever she chooses.

She smiles, her hand moving to my chest. She is feeling the vibration of my purr.

A moment later, she starts to growl lightly before she moves my hand to the place between her breasts. Her rumbling is very similar to my purr. I think that is what she wants me to know.

I nod. “You can purr, too.”

She nods, clearly excited by this similarity.

Scratch clears his throat. “Sorry, miss, but could you tell us who you are?”

I shake my head at him. He is so impatient.

She doesn’t seem to notice or care that he just spoke.

I frown at her, reaching out to touch her hair.

“What is it?” Scratch asks.

Again, she just keeps looking at me.

“Do you have ears?” I ask her.

“What?” Scratch asks, shaking his head at me.

She seems amused by the question, pulling her hair back to show a cute shell-like feature with a hole. She has ears. They are just not like ours.

“Do they work?” I ask, noticing that she is looking at my mouth the whole time.

She shakes her head, and I have my answer.

I look at Scratch. “She is not answering your questions because she cannot hear you. She can tell what I am saying by looking at my mouth.”

Scratch makes a dismissive sound. “That cannot be true.”

“It is true,” I tell him.

He stands back and claps his hands together loudly.

I wince at the sound, but she only reacts to my expression, not the loud noise.

“I cannot believe you did that. You will not be invited to our wedding.”

She puts her arms around my neck, and I lift her up by her shapely behind, keeping her close and making sure she does not have to stretch her legs too far to rest her pretty head on my shoulder.

“You are getting ahead of yourself,” Scratch mutters.

“That is jealousy talking. I will be mated to this woman soon, and you will hear her moans along with mine coming from my cave.”

I see Snake passing by overhead before he swings to a couple lower branches and lands in the grass next to Scratch. He hisses excitedly, and I turn my future mate’s chin so she will look at my lips.

“I am Fox. This is my brother Snake. He is pleased to meet you.”

She turns to look at Snake, her eyes shining with curiosity.

She makes a gesture with her hand that I do not understand.

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