Page 106 of Stags

“No, I promised I wouldn’t!”

“No one else, ever again.”

She yanked her hand out of his pants. “You don’t get to tell me what to do with my own body.”

“So, you have no intention of being monogamous, that it?” He put his hand on the back of her neck and pushed her through the house.

She was sputtering. “Where are we going?”

“I’m going to need to put you in the shower to get the stench of coyote off you, obviously,” he grunted. “And I need to… I don’t know, come all over you or something, so that you smell like me, because you’re mine.”

“I do not belong to you,” she gasped.

They were in his bathroom, and the mirror was fogged up, and he’d obviously just got done showering.

She looked around the bathroom, which was nice. There was a deep soaking tub in the corner. The shower head was one of those wide square-shaped ones. “Is that, like, your first knot, then?”

He pushed her hair away from her neck and examined the place where he’d had his teeth in her. It was healing. He fingered it, and that made her shudder. “Yes.”

“I mean, does it really have anything to do with me?”

“I was thinking about you when it popped up,” he said. “I was masturbating and thinking about you. I can’t seem to get off these days unless I think about you.”

She swallowed hard. “Wow,” she breathed. “I’m not saying I can’t be monogamous, you know.”

He smirked. “You don’t deserve me.”

“Are you insane? You don’t call me or talk to me and you say that there’s nothing between us—but I still lay in bed all alone and think about how I’m keeping my pussy empty for your sake that night—and then I’m so upset about it, I have to drown my sorrows hardcore last night, and now I don’t deserve you?”

“I do not want to smell another man’s come on you ever again,” he said, looking deeply into her eyes. “Is that clear?”

She just swallowed. That was clear, and very hot, and she liked it. “That mean you like me, Lyall?”

His smirk deepened. “I think you might be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. Now, take off your clothes.”

She really wished she was not so hungover. She wanted to enjoy this, and she felt achy and her head was sore and she hadn’t slept well. But maybe the hangover made her less capable of resistance, who knows? She undressed for him, right there in his bathroom, just took everything off while he watched.

When she was bare, he turned her around and bent her over the sink and ran his fingers through her tail.

She mewled.

He trailed his fingers over the curves of her ass and then delved down to touch her lower. He slid a finger inside her pussy and continued stroking her tail.

She quivered. She moaned.

“No,” he said, tugging on her tail. “I want that scent back, preykin. Do I have to scare you?”

Her stomach turned inside out.

“Good,” he growled, delving his finger deeper into her. “That’s very nice, little preykin. That’s just what I want from you.”

He finger fucked her and yanked on her tail for only a few more minutes before letting go of her, sliding his finger out of her, licking it clean and shoving her into the shower. “Scrub yourself,” he told her. “I’ll tell you when you can come out of the shower.”

“You know, I’m not sure if you were always this bossy,” she said to him.

“You want my knot, doe?”

Her breath caught in her throat.

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