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The man behind the bar smelled like something wild and dangerous, something Lowell had only smelled once before in his lifetime, in the poison market of Mardeesh. He looked like an orc or at least a halfling, but he smelled like something much, much darker, and Lowell recoiled instinctively.
The man wrinkled his nose at Lowell’s announcement, pouring him another shot.
“Poor bastard. Might be needing this then.”
She didn’t seem to care that he was going to get his heart broken, he realized. She couldn’t bring herself to do this with a stranger, and so she was going to ensure that he was not a stranger, as often as necessary, for as long as they did this.
He could back out. That was within his rights, he could call the clinic the following morning and tell them he changed his mind, for the rosy picture he’d created for himself, and whatever mad science experiment they were doing in that clinic were not one and the same, and he was a Hemming, he was a werewolf, he loved being a werewolf, had been brought up to be proud of what he was and their history, and the thought of this left him feeling sick.
. . .But he knew himself well enough for that too. He was weak, and he was soft, and he wanted to kiss her again.Which means you need to hurry up and get her pregnant, so that you can put an end to this, and run away to nurse your wounds.
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Chapter 8
Moriah
She still didn’t knowwhat she wanted to do, and so, rather than decide, she’d chosen an act of extreme cowardice.
She’d had a moment of ludicrous bravado shortly after the divorce was finalized. She went marching off to her gynecologist, getting a prescription for birth control, and deciding that she was going to go out and have as much wild sex as she wanted, the sort of sex her husband never wanted to have with her. She would drink and party until dawn, getting in touch with the fun girl she used to be, meeting exciting, interesting men of various species.
It had taken only one outing to remember that she wasn’t a fun 19-year-old anymore, she had never been much of a drinker, and she quite liked being in bed by eleven p.m. The unused and unneeded birth control had lived at the back of her lingerie drawer since, covered up and forgotten. Until now.
She popped out one of the white pills the day before she was meant to meet Lowell at the clinic, and another the morning of. She was a coward, and she accepted that, but she still didn’t know what she wanted to do. She’d talked it over with her therapist, talked it over with herself, and she wasn’t any closer to an answer. The only thing she knew for certain was that she was smitten with the dark-haired werewolf with sparkling eyes, and she didn’t know how to admit to him that she had possibly changed her mind.
He entered the room fully dressed. Moriah shook her head with a grin, hoping he wasn’t still upset with her.
“Well?” He asked, stretching out his long, toned arms. “I’m not naked this month. Look at how much extra work you have now.”
She slumped against him when he approached, wrapping her arms around his neck and inhaling a deep lungful of him. His skin was burning hot, and he breathed out raggedly.
“I need to fuck you,” he murmured against her neck. “So,sofucking bad. I swear I’ve been able to smell you through the wall for the past forty minutes and . . . Well, let’s just say you’re back in the splash zone.”
She giggled against him, dragging the T-shirt he wore over his chest, scraping her nails through the dark hair that disappeared into his jeans.
“Well, that’s good because I haven’t been able to think about anything else for the last three days,” she told him honestly.
They spent the entire time in the bed that month, except for the point where she pushed him to his feet, demanding to suck him.
“I’m pretty sure that’s kind of contrary to the spirit of knocking you up,” he groaned as she licked the skin beneath his navel.
“Are they going to come in and tell us we’re not having sex the right way?” she asked. “Seriously? I dare them.”
He shuddered when her tongue slid over his head, circling him entirely before sucking him into her mouth, earning a throaty moan from above. His foreskin moved with her lips, pushing back until he hissed, cockhead completely exposed when she swallowed. She’d never had much of a gag reflex, a good thing, as he was far thicker than what she had grown accustomed to throughout her marriage. Lowell made a kitten-like whimper above her as she fed his cock into her throat, not stopping until her lips had reached the flare of his knot.
