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So I don’t regret it.
What I do regret is that I ended up metaphysically linked to his utterly screwed up gang of werewolves.
I mean, really? Why do I have to be the one to sort out their murdering, raping, who-knows-what-else butts?
Sure, they’d been being pulled into their alpha’s diseased mind. So one could argue they, in a way, they couldn’t help it. I just can’t believe all of them couldn’t have fought against him.
They weren’t as far gone as the pack of loupe shifters who’d kidnapped me back in Cortez… or so Ty had said. After they’d been quarantined in a lockdown facility on the other side of the state, they’d started to snap out of their mania.
Not sure what this will lead to, but since I killed their alpha, I’m kind of on the hook for figuring out what to do with them. And though I’ve studied the royals, I have no idea what ruling over even a ragtag group of werewolves would involve.
Kill them all?
Kill the worst ones and rehabilitate the rest?
I was going to have to lean on Ty’s experience in governing a clan on this one.
But for the last week, I’d been seriously spending my time and energy looking after my Benjamin.
Sure, he’s a tough, kind of ancient werewolf hottie, and he totally healed his wounds seemingly overnight.
But he still got hit by a car.
Between the shock of almost losing him and my wolf’s newfound protective instincts, we were both going to need a little time to work through it all.
I also had a new job I needed to master, I had to realize that Benjamin couldn’t just stay with me at home or the gas station so I could watch over him.
It seemed so backward. For all that time he’d been the one watching over me, protecting me, and now…
But in typical Benjamin fashion, he just seemed to understand, and when I get overprotective he does his best not to make a big fuss—though he did tell me yesterday he was a big boy and had been taking care of himself long before he fell in love with a big bad alpha wolf protector.
He was so adorable when he talked like that.
I called my parents. That was a long, pretty darn painful conversation. But after a lot of tears and some yelling—mom has a temper—I promised to fly out and visit as soon as I could. I have a sneaking suspicion that they’ll beat me to it.
I’m just not sure how I’m going to deal with the whole being a werewolf thing.
On a more random, career-minded theme, I was eating yet another Hungry Bear platter when I struck up a conversation with a hoary older gentleman—a werehoney-badger—who’s writing a four-book series on the British monarchy. Turned out he was about to put out feelers in academia for a research assistant.
I peppered him with questions, about who he was including in his books, and what he thought of certain irregularities in the canon of the UK’s history—and he hired me on the spot.
It doesn’t pay much, so it will be strictly part-time. But he’s a fellow from Columbia and says I’ll be earning college credits along with my stipend.
It astounds me that I found my way back to the study of what I love most, and not back at school, but because I was changed into something I never thought I’d survive.
Life is funny like that. A million dots, a butterfly in a park, getting bitten by a craven, psychopath werewolf.
It’s all connected.
Now there was just one thing more I needed to address.
Chapter 12
“I don’t think we’re ready,” Benjamin said, his voice worried.
I threw his t-shirt—the one I’d forcefully pulled off over his head—onto my bedroom floor.
“We’re more than ready at this point.” I had been ready to do this for two weeks. But every time I initiated things he begged off, or I had an emergency call about my pack of social and moral deviants that had to be fielded immediately.
Whatever…
Tonight I was off from Jerry’s, I wasn’t scheduled for research work, and I was diverting all calls about my gang of werewolves to Ty down at the police station.
I pushed Benjamin and he toppled over backward onto my bed—boy did he look good, shirtless, on my bed.
“We are doing this tonight… whether it kills us both or not.”
He blew out a wolfy chuff of a laugh. “You sure know how to sweet talk a man.”
I pounced onto the bed, pulling off my top and letting Benjamin get a good long look at my bare breasts. I’d been asking Lauren and Roxy some questions about sex, and they both agreed that the best way to end any reticence in their fellas was to show them their boobs.
So, voila! Instant decision maker.
“Oh, Chelsea…” was all he got out.
One minute I was kissing him, the next he was doing something utterly dirty and wonderful to my nipples with his agile tongue. A few minutes after that there was oral foreplay and then he gave me some rather lavish orgasms using said tongue and his fingers.
Finally, I could take no more. There was something I needed. It was imperative.
“You need to be inside me,” I gasped, pushing him over on his back again and straddling him.
He was so amazingly hard, and my lady parts were on fire, pulsing and slick as black ice on the interstate.
With some breathless groping, some exasperating “aiming,” I felt him push himself up against my entrance.
Oh, boy was he big.
And as he slid that first inch inside me I felt everything inside me tighten up.
I wanted to be relaxed. Everyone from my friend Lauren to Naughty Sex Kitten Advisor all said being relaxed was key.
But as he slid in another inch I realized this was REALLY going to hurt.
Well, duh! I’m a freaking virgin. Of course, it was going to hurt.
I was just hoping against hope it wouldn’t. That I’d be the first gal in history to have a pain free first time.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus… and oh my freaking stars!
We’re talking searing, bite the tip of my tongue off agony.
This was a mistake… I see it now.
I was about to jump up off Benjamin and run off into the night, never to be seen again, when I felt something shift inside me. There was a warmth, and then a slickness, and then his cock pushed on up further into me.
It was like someone turned a switch on inside of me, and what had been tight and filled with pain was suddenly relaxed and opening up, and…
Well, before I knew it I was fully skewered on Benjamin’s magnificent penis.
It was wild and beautiful how our bodies fit together.
It was also really hot how slow he went, being gentle, and not just going all in.
I really didn’t think I’d get to have an orgasm my first time, but because of his excellent foreplay and oral exploration earlier, I’d already had a couple. So, once we started on this most excellent part of having sex, well…
I had my first full-on, yippy howl. My body went wild, exploding with ecstasy, waves of maddeningly wonderful pleasure surging through me as my lady parts clamped down on Benjamin’s throbbing cock.
I fell over onto his chest, spent, and suddenly, bonelessly relaxed.
And then about twenty minutes later, and after a frozen pepperoni and sausage pizza, we went at it again, and I howled and howled and howled.
*The End*
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12