AllFreeNovel
Share Us
That made me feel a little better. My brain was wondering if I had become some sort of harem girl for their entire stupidwerewolf pack that I had been so sure didn’t exist last week, and that they would share me amongst themselves.
I know, ‘Not too bad a problem’, but the cocks I had seen so far were large, and I didn’t want to deal with more than two. Really, I’d had sex with only a six-inch dick so far with my limited experience, and it had kinda hurt. So, if this went any further, I was already going to be at the top of my limit.
“Where are they?” I asked, looking back and forth like one of them might be preparing to jump out of a closet.
“Not in here, obviously. I think they have a game-plan they’re gonna tackle this morning, though,” he offered. His tone wasn’t so much soothing as it was casual, like one might talk about the results of a football game.
“Which is…?” I asked, cocking my head at him.
“To see if magic is the problem,” he explained. He looked me up and down, seeming puzzled.
“I’m already coming to grips with the werewolf stuff, so go ahead and finish your thought,” I assured. I hoped that he was going to act like I was crazy and get alarmed, which would have been evidence in the favor of the brain-tumor theory.
But no. He looked relieved. “You’re so cool with it!” he gushed, waving at me.
That was a shitty response; it made it feel evenmorereal. “No, I’m not cool with it. I’m really hoping I’m gonna wake up any moment, actually, but I’ll go ahead and lean in. What is their game-plan?” I began to slink off the other side of the bed, hoping to find my panties and pajamas there.
“Go see a witch, hope it’s her fault and that she can fix it,” he said succinctly.
I winced. I liked my plan so much better. “A witch? Like… a real one?”
“Little Mama,” he explained, like I should have guessed.
I knew “Little Mama”; had met her at several parties, since she threw the best ones, and she was a character that stood out. Her real name was Wendy West; a tiny, Cajun gypsy local that threw the best parties with the best bands, the best food, and the best beer. She ran the only store in town worth going to despite being around my own age. There was always something cute in there. Her store had a Dark Academia sort of style. It was like it was Halloween’s answer to those year-round Christmas stores.
But Wendy was also some sort of a hippie, and some of the students had long decided that she was selling drugs that were not well known and were in no way FDA approved. Her ‘study all night’ tea supposedly worked, for example, but she was always sold out whenever I went there, as were her ‘laser focus,’ ‘get that cooch feelin’ better,’ and ‘get that shit done, son’ teas. She simply couldn’t keep them in stock.
That might have been because she was the laziest Cajun on the planet, was more interested in fucking around than working, and was rarely seen working the counter of her own place, let alone stocking product. The girls she employed in the store were famously slow and useless, and although she sold some cool shit in there, it was overpriced and the line was rarely worth it except when you had nothing better to do, anyway.
But Wendy being a real witch?Real? Seemed unlikely.
Still, somehow Wendy West being a witch seemed more likely than werewolves being a thing, so I was going to have to start flexing my mind to be able to keep it as wide open as life required now.
“Your panties are over here.” He reached down and picked them up and passed them to me.
They, and my sleeping shorts, had been pulled off so hard and in such a hurry that they no longer fit right. My tank-top was also looking pretty stretched from being yanked off so hard, too…
“These guys are beginning to owe me a lot of clothes,” I muttered, dropping the garment to the floor.
Beau cracked a grin. “I believe it. When my brother tookhismate, I think he tore apart everything she fucking owned,” he said, and I turned and blinked at him.
“Mate?” I repeated.Oh fucking no.
Mate wasn’t a good term unless we were in Australia. We weren’t in Australia. So, this was a term straight out of some sort of pervy omega romance, and I wasn’t having it. How had I gotten in the middle of this sort of thing? I had so committed myself to having a normal life that this seemed in no way fair.
He looked at me quietly for a long moment. “Okay, so I’m unsure of where you are and what I’m allowed to say,” he admitted awkwardly.
“Don’t want you to get spanked by Daddy then,” I mocked. I used to tease guys like this all the time, but now that I had actually been spanked… it was less funny. I wasn’t going to stop doing it, though.
He gave me a weary look. “Hold on, let me see if Ry and Caelum are still around.” He walked out of the room, soon to return. “They’re gone, so…”
I was uncertain if he was looking for them because he needed to ask permission to speak openly to me, or because he was going to be naughty and tell me everything I needed to know. I was beginning to assess that he was going for the former.
“So,” I finished, thrusting my hand out into the air, “you’re gonna tell me everything, or else I will definitely make you regret it.”
He leaned his head back and put his hands on his hips. “Make me regret it?Me?” He seemed to try the loom-over-me technique that Caelum and Ry were so much better at. “I’d like to see you try, babe.”
I had already been intimidated by the best, so this was no problem. “So, they don’t want you to touch me, right?” I asked flatly.
