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“What’s in it?” she asked. “And how far back does this go? I mean, did you all mate with Mundane women at the start? Or just Weres who were female?”

“There weren’t any female Weres at first.”

Her smile fell.

“How very misogynistic of the Druids.”

I began to light candles around the tub.

“Naw, lass, the female warriors stayed behind to defend the villages. It was the agreement the elders settled upon. They had no knowledge that we would someday be without our sacred groves and cast into the wilds.”

“So there’s no female Werewolves? I thought Lizzie and Gran were Weres.”

“Aye, but the spell doesn’t stick to females the same way it does to males. Females only have a Were form during the full moon.”

Daphne’s eyes lit up.

“Fascinating. So then, are the salves and such only for Mundanes or also for Were females? Or is their physiology such that they can take male Weres without much pain?”

I chuckled as I lifted her into the tub and settled a bath pillow behind her.

“That you’ll have to ask Gran about. I confess, I am not too curious to ask my female family members such things.”

Daphne flushed.

“Oh yes, of course. I’m sorry.”

I tipped her chin up and ran my thumb across her full bottom lip.

“Ya never have to apologize to me for yer astonishing mind. It is a part of ya that I…that I like very much.”

If Daphne noticed that I almost used a very different ‘L’ word she didn’t show it, for which I was grateful. I began to step back and give her some time in the bath when she grabbed a hold of my arm, a seductive little smile blooming on her face.

“Would you like to join me?” she purred.

The answer was ‘yes’. Yes, I wanted to join her, and knot her and rut her for hours. But her body needed time to recover. She must’ve seen my hesitation because she shifted just a little, giving me a tantalizing view of her wet breasts.

“We don’t have to do anything,” she said, “I just…it sounds strange, but I want you to stay. Please?”

I sighed. The little vixen had me wrapped around her beautiful finger.

“Alright, but this is not to seduce ya.”

Her expression became serious, though in a completely playful way.

“Of course not. That would be terrible.”

“Oh, you are going to be so much trouble,” I said with a head shake.

And I didn’t care a bit.

Chapter Twenty

Daphne

AfterFraserhadwashedme clean and massaged my shoulders, I insisted that it was his turn. I hadn’t touched him nearly enough in intimate ways yet.

Fraser shifted so I could sit on a bench behind him. I started hesitantly, unsure of how hard to go, but soon I was digging my little fingers and thumbs into the hard muscles of his shoulders. His fur wasn’t as thick when it was wet, and I could see and feel the body underneath so much better. Fraser was indeed as built as his glamour was, probably more so. In the back of my mind was a soft voice warning me that a man or Werewolf this beautiful wouldn’t be satisfied with someone like me for very long. That eventually he’d tire of my round belly and hips.

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