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“I am not listening to this anymore,” she said, laughing.

He eyed her. “You want me to shut up, then?”

“I…” She shrugged. “You did say you took direction well, if I remember correctly.”

“You want me to leave?” He threw his napkin on his sandwich and took out his wallet. He tossed money down on the table.

“So, you’re just going?” she said.

“You want me to, right?”

“And you do whatever I want?”

“Maybe,” he said. “Including pretending I matter, that you could need me for anything. I’d be happy to provide evidence to further that little fantasy, you know? Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it, sure. Anything I could do that you could need. It’s what men do for women, after all. We like to pretend you need us.”

She tilted her head to one side. “You say you’d do anything I want, but you have neither shut up nor left.”

He nodded. “Good point.” He got up.

“Are you leaving because you can’t shut up?”

“You want me to stay?”

“I don’t even think I like you, you know,” she said. “But you said you liked me.”

“I do,” he said.

“Sit down,” she said, rolling her eyes.

He hesitated. He sat down.

“Let’s talk about something else,” she said.

“Like what?” he said.

“You really want to be there with your kids, like a wolfkin is with his pack?”

“Well, to be honest, I’ve neverletmyself want that. I always thought it was off the table.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying it’s on the table,” she said.

“Right,” he said. A long pause. He eyed her. His voice was scratchy. “Yeah, I want it.”

She bit down on her bottom lip. “Well, that’s one thing I like about you, anyway.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ON FRIDAY NIGHT, Lyall went back to his house, took a cold shower, and then climbed into bed and tried to go to sleep.

It didn’t happen.

Eventually, he jerked off, thinking about the fucking doe, thinking about her cute little tail, thinking about her wet-as-hell pussy, thinking about how it had felt to feel her clenching on his still-sensitive, just-climaxed cock and he came again, like a damned fountain.

Then, he slept.

When he woke up in the morning, he was antsy.

He tried to sit out on his porch and have his morning coffee, but he ended up abandoning it. He jumped off the porch and went out to the spot where she’d stood, looking up at him, and he caught herscent.

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