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Damn. It sounds good when he says that.
“Okay.”
Roscoe freezes where his hand is roaming up my side. “What? Okay?”
“Okay. If you want to have sex… like that. That’s fine.”
His brow crinkles. “I don’t think you understand, Emelia. It’s not just sex. It’s—” He stops abruptly, gritting his teeth.
“What is it?” I sit closer. “You can tell me.”
“It’s why Julie and I got divorced. She was absolutely, one hundred percent not interested.” Roscoe curls his hand into a fist, like just the memory is painful. “And you probably wouldn’t be either, if you actually saw it.”
“Saw what?”
“My wolf form. On a full moon.”
“I guess I can’t say one way or another,” I venture. “Since I haven’t seen it yet. But… it’s still you, right? And I’m not in danger?”
He shakes his head.
“And all you want is to fuck in the woods?”
This time, he nods.
“I truly do not see the problem.” Grabbing his hand again, I lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Can we cross that bridge when we get there?”
Roscoe searches me, his dark salt-and-pepper brows furrowed like he still doesn’t believe what I’m saying.
“There is one other thing,” he says, reaching down to stroke himself. He puts his hand over the bulbs at the base. “I’m going to really, really want to put my knot inside you. But I need to know… if you want that, too.”
“Why not?” I cover his hand with mine. “Does it feel good?”
“It should. I think it will. It’s… supposed to.”
I grin up at him. “Then yes.”
“Are you sure? Julie really didn’t?—”
I silence him with a kiss. Then I lean back and give him a solid glare.
“Stop bringing up your ex-wife,” I say. “I’m not her, and it’s not making me horny.”
A laugh breaks out of him. He snorts once more before sliding an arm around me and dragging me in close. “Can’t have that,” he murmurs, removing his hand so now my palm is wrapped around his dick. “I need you good and horny for what I’m about to do to you.”
“Show me.” I stroke him from the odd base up to the tip, admiring the shape of him, how deliciously perfect it is. “Show me what you want to do to me.”
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ROSCOE
Emelia sure took that well. But then again, she has surprised me at every turn. She’s so full of heart, so kind and gentle and earnest, that I’m completely enchanted with her. She just wants to feel good and make others feel good, and has no preconceived notions about who I am or who I should be.
She accepts me just the way I am. I suppose we’ll see if that lasts through the next full moon. That will be the true test of whether this can work between us.
Just the idea, though, ofhavinga life with her, of even attempting one, sends the blood rushing straight down to my groin. Fuck, it’s complicated—it’s so, so complicated—and yet painfully attractive.
