Page 44 of Feral Werewolves

High school. Because she was, like, nineteen or something, right? “I think I’m too old for you.”

She lifted a shoulder in the robe I’d gotten for her. It was way too big. I realized she didn’t have any clothes in this house. Would that mean she had to stay naked constantly? I wouldn’t mind, if so. She grinned. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-two,” I said.

“So, you’re twelve years older than me,” she said. “It’s not that bad.”

“There are lots of things about it that are not remotely bad,” I said. Twenty sounded better, though. Twenty didn’t freak me out. Nineteen meant she was a teenager, but twenty…

I was splitting hairs, though, right? It was ayear.

“So, you’ve come out here to be my child bride,” I said with a grin. “Live on this farm, never wear clothes, and take my come in all your holes whenever I get a hard-on. Yeah?”

She giggled, clutching the coffee cup and peering over itat me. “Is that how it’s going to go, Lazarus? We’re getting married?”

“I mean, mate, bride, same thing, right?” I pressed in close and kissed her forehead. “Yeah, this is a very bad idea, but I’m not exactly sad about it.”

She laughed again. I liked the sound of her laugh.

I took the coffee cup from her very deliberately, set it down on the counter, and parted her robe to reach in and fondle the sweetness of her soft curves. She sighed and shut her eyes and arched into my caresses.

“You have a hard-on for me now?” she breathed in a sultry little voice.

“I mean, I do now that you just said that,” I choked. I seized her hand and pulled it into my robe so that she could feel it.

She moaned, rubbing me. “What do you want me to do with that? Suck it? Or you want to fuck me on this counter?”

Shit, decisions, decisions.

Except someone cleared his throat from the doorway of the kitchen, and I turned to see that Kestrel was there.

She let go of my cock and turned to look at him. “Kestrel!” She was happy to see him. She patted my chest, going up on tiptoe to kiss my chin, and then she went over to him.

He was wearing a pair of jeans with no shirt. She molded herself around him, laying her head on his shoulder, kissing his collarbone.

“Good morning,” she said softly.

He was startled, but he put his arm around her like it belonged there, and I surveyed the two of them, the way they fit together.

Huh.

Sharing her. I’d never shared a woman, and they’d never had a woman. Could we do this at all? I wasn’t jealous, which was the really odd thing. I looked at them together, and I felt happy and settled.

Huh.

“Coffee?” I said to him.

“Ooh, my coffee!” She scampered away from him, extricating herself, and swept her cup off from the counter. “I can’t believe you distracted me from my coffee, Lazarus. We have to have a rule about how coffee time is sacred time, and to keep your delicious hard cocks away while I am caffeinating. Everyone needs me time.”

I laughed. Man, I liked her. She was cute, and she was funny, and she had such a nice, fuckable little body, and she was mine.

Ours.

Wow.

Ours.

My chest felt strangely tight.

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