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He was two years younger than her, not that it made a difference, she reminded herself hastily. It wasn't as if they were going to be dating; besides, two years was negligible.That doesn't make you a cougar.He was handsome, and more than that, he looked friendly.Now you need to interview him, she thought, remembering Drea's advice.Lowell.
The only thing that gave her any pause was the italicized notation that he was a twin. She desperately wanted a baby but didn't want to have two to raise on her own.But twins don't run in your family, so it'll probably be fine, right?She would pick a backup to be safe; that was the responsible thing to do. She continued to page through the catalog until she found a second face that appealed to her, although not nearly as much as the sparkling man called Lowell had.
It had been a relatively straightforward process from there. She'd logged into the clinic's online portal, typing in the number that corresponded with his picture into the required field, receiving a slightly more detailed statistical sheet that included a breakdown of all the blood tests he'd already completed, as well as the results of a semen sample he'd provided. Moriah attempted to parse the medical jargon, happy with the clean bill of health he'd been given, unable to stop herself from going to the kitchen and fetching a measuring cup once she had done the metric conversion on her phone to see exactly what his semen output had looked like.Not bad,she thought, swirling around the measuring cup of water with a grin.A lot more than a human dribble, but nothing like a centaur's fire hose.
She'd already done her homework and knew that werewolves were not the same as humans, as she had previously thought. She lived her entire life assuming they were normal humans with a monthly affliction, not realizing they were, in fact, a completely different species, possessing a different genetic makeup. She had examined the side-by-side double helix of an average human man and an average werewolf man, reading about the different genomes and nucleotides and other words she didn't quite understand until she was dizzy, deciding to simply accept that her assumptions had been incorrect.
From there, her search history had become a little less academic. It was no secret that multi-species pornography was a booming industry, and it hadn't taken long to find videos featuring werewolves. Their cocks were bigger than humans'; that was the first thing she noticed. Larger penis and fatter, heavier balls, and then, of course, there was the knot. Almost all of the videos featuring werewolves featured a knot, because wasn't that the whole point, she thought with a queasy laugh. The size and color seemed to depend on the wolf, but they all shared the same shape — a plump protrusion at the base of the shaft on both sides, the thickness varying slightly between men. The women in the videos seemed to take the thick bulbs with ease, and she wondered if she would eventually reach that level of expertise.You're getting so far ahead of yourself . . .
She had twisted in nerves all day and night, wondering how she ought to go about contacting him. Once the clinic called to confirm that he had been notified of her choosing, Moriah decided it was time to stop waffling.
Hi there, this is Moriah. I'm the one who picked you. From the clinic, I mean.
They already let me know that you've been notified.
I was hoping we could set up a time for an interview to make sure we are a good fit together. I look forward to hearing back from you!
As soon as the text was sent, she dropped her phone, burying her face in her hands. You probably sounded too stilted and professional.Maybe you should have just called him. Perhaps this is all a big mistake, and you should just forget it. Move to Paris or Amsterdam or Rome, do some traveling like you've always wanted. See the world and just forget about this.
When her phone buzzed across the table, she almost screamed.
I was so excited to receive the call!
Absolutely, just tell me when and where.
I hope you think I'm a good fit!
She squealed at his use of exclamation points, able to feel his bright smile and energy radiating through the phone. She wasn't sure where Drea and Elijah had met their donor wolf, but there was strength in numbers, and she didn't feel comfortable meeting him alone right off the bat.It would be wise to pick a public place, she decided. But so many businesses are closed.If it weren't for the news, it would be almost easy to forget the pandemic in Cambric Creek. The grocery store was still open; restaurants and pubs were operating normally. She and Dr. Ulric had discussed the current state of things when she'd been in the office, and he'd shaken his head mournfully.
“Absolutely dreadful things going on in the world right now. But you can rest assured that your donor wolf will not be a carrier of this virus. All you need to be concerned with is keeping yourself healthy.”
I might need to make a few calls to see what businesses are still open, she tapped out, biting her lip. Starling Heights was also mixed-species, although there was a much larger human population. She felt okay going out and about amongst her neighbors here in town, but she wanted to avoid mingling with her own kind as much as possible.
If you don't mind traveling a bit, there's a town nearby without a substantial population of humans where we could meet?
Her cheeks flushed as she sent the text, not wanting to admit that "the town nearby" was where she called home.Let him think you're from Starling Heights. That's for the best.
I think I know the place? It's right before Bridgeton, right?
She sagged in relief.
Yes, I think that's the one!
Let me call and make sure their businesses are still open.
Then I can let you know where?
Would next Tuesday work for you, or is that still too close to the full moon?
She held her breath, exhaling in noisy relief at his immediate response.
Tuesday is perfect
Just shoot me an address when you decide on a place!
I'm really looking forward to meeting you.
She wasn't proud of the way she squealed into a pillow once she set the phone down, nor of the happy dance she did around her living room, but there was no one there to see, she rationalized. The Black Sheep Beanery would be too noisy, too crowded, the entire town moving through its doors several times a day. There was another coffee shop, though, near the industrial Parkway, sandwiched between a gym and a laundromat that would serve her purposes admirably for this meeting.There might even be a little lunch café over there that would work. It was a bit off the beaten path, not anywhere close to the downtown's hustle and bustle, where they could take their time talking. This is going to be great. Everything is going to start looking up.You're letting joy find you,she thought decisively, once again allowing hope to take up residence in her chest.
