Page 44 of Little Etheldreda Riding Hood

“It was a day. Whatcha making?”

“It’s an ancient tried-and-true recipe, passed down from generation to generation until it made it to me,” he says very solemnly. “I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it. We liked to call it Ground Beef Assistant when we were kids.”

Ground Beef Assistant? I mull over the words for a second and then burst out laughing.

He reaches over, spoon in hand, and kisses me on the forehead. “I love your laugh.”

“I love your sense of humor. I guess it must be a teacher’s kid thing because I, too, grew up on Ground Beef Assistant.”

He huffs a laugh and puts some on a paper plate for me. We eat standing in the kitchen, next to the stove, each of us pretending we’re not hurrying through the food to get to the sex part of the afternoon.

“How was your day?” I ask.

“Exciting,” he says with a smirk. “I had to stay up for an eight-thirty am meeting with the accountant. I thought I was going to fall asleep sitting in that office. Tax season is a bitch.”

I frown. “Sounds like a party.”

He huffs a laugh. “I came home and passed out right away. My hungry cat alarm clock told me it was time to start cooking, though.”

“Do you want to get some more rest?” I ask, uncertainly. Things are still so new between us sometimes it’s hard to tell when he’s just telling me things, or if he’s hinting at something else.

“Not before you squeeze my cock to death with that wet pussy of yours.”

“Zach!” I tease, putting a hand over his mouth. He laughs and kisses my palm.

“What? You had no problem with my mouth last night.”

I shake my head and smile. “That’s different. Dolly Purrton isn’t there to witness it.”

He chuckles and kisses me hard, pressing me up against the small wall of the kitchen. “I’m not sure I can make it to the bed,” he practically growls in my ear.

“You don’t exactly have counter space for us.”

“I can hold you if you let me shift.”

I tilt my face to get a better look at his eyes. He’s completely turned on by the thought of it–there’s practically no white in his eyes.

“I don’t know–will you promise to shift back after?”

He laughs. “Scout’s honor.”

“Alright, I’m up for anything once.”

“Really?” he asks, surprise in his voice, and I laugh.

“One thing at a time, Zach Lamar. I’ve never had sex with a partially shifted wolf…this ought to be interesting.”

He runs his tongue down my neck and chuckles. “Interesting is a word for it.”

He strips himself down to nothing, but has me leave my shirt on. “You don’t want wall burn,” he tells me. His cock is already erect as he leans over me and puts his nose to my neck. “You ready?”

I nod, and he begins to shift. His ears appear first, the muscles in his arms and thighs seem to grow thicker, hair begins to spring everywhere.

“Is my pussy ready for me?” he growls.

“Your pussy?”

He leans away from me and picks me up without even a hitch in his breath. “My pussy, my breasts, my body, my heart–I want it all, Red.”

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