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Uncle Mattie looks distraught. I find my own eyes prickling with tears at the sight of the beautiful angel-man's sorrow.

"What is wrong with Conner?" I blurt out. "Is it Von Willebrand? Or Thrombophilia?" Tears start to fall in earnest as Uncle Mattie jerks his head around, clearly shocked. "It's not lymphoma, right?" I ask in a tiny voice. I don't realize I'm shaking until Conner pulls me into his arms, shushing me.

"No, sweetheart. Shh, Bails. It's alright. I'm alright. I have-"

"A severe nutrient deficiency," Uncle Mattie chimes in.

Sniffling, I pull away from Conner enough to look into his eyes. He seems sincere, but I can't imagine that Conner would have such a severe nutrient deficiency that he would develop those dark bruises on his stomach.

"I have a history of... well, Uncle Mattie calls it an eating disorder," Conner says quietly. "It's not cancer, Bailey. I was trying to bulk up, drink protein shakes and not much else, exercise too hard, and it just got out-of-control. Now I have bruises, but I'm getting better."

Uncle Mattie clears his throat. "Both of you take your medication and call me if anything changes or worsens." He packs his bag without meeting our eyes. "I'll see you later, Conner. Love you. Bailey, it was wonderful to meet you," Uncle Mattie hustles out of the house a minute later.

Conner pulls me down to lie on the couch again. "Let's rest, babe. It'll be alright."

"Hey, Conner?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"What's the opposite of 'dominant?'"

He chuckles weakly and pulls me closer. I fall asleep with Conner cradling my injured shoulder, and me, gently, while rubbing my back soothingly. Conner whispers his 'sorry' to me but I can't answer because I'm trapped like a lab rat in a maze and there's no way out.

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9 – Electrified

Conner

"I love you, Conner," Lydia purrs sexily, her soft, red-painted lips meeting mine. I touch her, skimming my hands down her back, squeezing her ass with both hands. One hand drifts up, cupping the back of her head so that I can slant our mouths together more tightly.

She tastes like her lipstick, but it fades into sweet honeysuckle when I deepen the kiss. My fingers tangle in her hair, catching her tight like a butterfly in a net, drawing her closer into me. Her ass feels luscious, plump, and just right for cradling my hips between her legs.

"Conner," Bailey murmurs, the perfect sound darting straight to my dick.

"Shh, Bailey," I murmur, chuckling as she squirms in need. I take in deep drafts of her scent, clutch her curves in my palms. She's so damn soft. This mouth. It's perfect and I'm willing to bet her pussy lips are just as puffy and soft. I lick her lower lip, nip at it, and make it even plumper for me.

She's ripped from my arms a moment later. My wolf screams.

My eyes spring open. I have the sensation of falling just before I hit the floor with a thud.

"Sorry!" Bailey's wide-eyed, pink-flushed face stares down at me, her glasses sitting crookedly on her nose. For a moment I'm confused. Wasn't she under me just a second ago? Reality sinks in as my wolf snaps his jowls at me irritably. He had been enjoying our dream until something ruined it.

I groan, closing my eyes. A dream about Lydia who then warped into the human girl scrambling from the couch, adjusting her glasses, her arm in a sling, patting my cheek with her good hand. The human girl that smells like honeysuckle and makes my dick stand at attention. I'm so fucked.

"Conner? Are you alright? I'm sorry. You startled me and I just reacted."

"'S'ok," I mumble, embarrassed. I hunch over and hide my steel-hard dick from her. Bailey doesn't need to start speculating about my hard-on. We're just friends. "I'm fine, Bails. Are you OK?" I ask her, opening my eyes back up.

Bailey blushes. My wolf tilts his head to the side, curious about the flush in her cheeks. She's real pretty prey. He wants to-

I shrug off his thoughts so that I can have an internal argument with myself. Did I kiss Bailey for real or was it all just part of the dream? Did I say anything? Do anything?

"I woke up because your phone was ringing and I panicked, I guess. You were on top of me and-"

"Fuck!" I snarl. Bailey rears back, looking startled. "Sorry," I apologize immediately for cursing in front of her. "Did I hurt you, babe?"

"I'm OK," her blush deepens as she shifts uncomfortably. Her eyes dance away from mine nervously. Bailey sits up, straightening her legs and sweatshirt, then running her hand over her curls.

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