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She couldn’t stop herself from grabbing onto his antlers.

He growled in appreciation.

“Sorry?” she managed.

“No, that’s fucking hot,” he told her.

So she steered him with his antlers, and he licked her, and she didn’t know if it was because she’d spent so much time getting worked up while sucking him or because his tongue inside her had gotten her more worked up or because she just felt relaxed now, or because his little tongue work there really wasdelicious, but she felt apart almost right away, her orgasm a sweet and imperative bubble that rose up in her and burst in flutters of goodness.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

LYALL WASN’T SUREif it was because he thought that she had broken his heart or because she was just so unique, such a complete and perfectly sexy package, but he started thinking about her when he jacked off instead of looking at porn, and he started jacking off more often than usual.

He didn’t typically think about sex that much, really, but every day that week, the week after she didn’t want his number after all, he rubbed himself in the shower and thought about how hot it was to scent her and have her and fall asleep in her and everything else.

And then, Saturday morning came, and he was polishing himself off in the shower with the help of some conditioner that he didn’t even like because it smelled too heavily of pine, but it was a good, very good, lubricant, especially in the shower when water made all of that difficult, and…

He got a knot.

He didn’t even feel it happening, not in his penis, not at first, he felt it with his fist as he was rubbing himself, and then he felt it in his cock, felt that he was swollen there, and he was right on the verge of coming, because that was when they happened, obviously, and he was surprised but he was also right there, so…

He just rubbed it, rubbed conditioner all over it, squeezed his palm around it, and then he had this dynamite orgasm and then it, uh, did not go down, of course, because they didn’t.

He stood in the shower, staring down at his knotted up dick, and he started to panic.

What the fuck?

“Okay, this doesn’t mean anything,” he said to his new knot. “You’re here because she turns me on or something, that’s all, but not because I’m going to, like, mate this fucking preykin girl.”

He wasn’t sure what would be worse to his family—that he was a lone wolf like he was now or if he mated outside of the species. Not that he even cared what his family thought, of course, because he didn’t. But he was attached to his identity as a lone wolf, and he didn’t even know how to be anything else.

He got out of the shower, and he was still knotted up. He dried off and got dressed, and he was still knotted up. How long was this thing going to stay like this? He wanted to look it up on the internet, but instead, when he got out his computer, he pulled up her social media page again.

He sent her a friend request.

Then he looked up how long it would take for the knot to go down. Ten to twenty minutes, the internet said.

Twenty minutes?

He thought about being connected to the little preykin’s pussy for twenty minutes and then realized he’d already fallen the fuck asleep inside her, so he would probably not even mind such a thing, would like it, would really like it.

He made coffee, and she had accepted his friend request and sent him a message.I thought we were agreed that thing with us last weekend was just a fling. And then a winking emoji.

What was he supposed to say? That he couldn’t stop thinking about her? That he was jerking off to memories of her twice or three times a day? That she had given him his first fucking knot?

What are you doing right now?he settled on.

Lol, seriously?

If you get here in twenty minutes, I might have something to show you.

Then, nothing. Nothing for a long, long time, until finally she typed back,Okay. On my way.

AFTER COMING WHILEholding Stockton’s antlers, while his mouth was between her thighs, Rora lay in bed with him, in his bedroom, for some time. She lay her head on his chest, and they talked about television shows from their childhood that they both had liked, giggling over shared memories, and she felt close to him.

But eventually, she knew she had to leave. “I can’t just sleep here,” she said to him.

He touched her face. “Yes, you can.”

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