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January 23 - January 23, 2025
“Please don’t run from me, Brie,” he panted. “It’s getting me a little too excited.”
His enormous wolf’s ears perked up, and he pointed a thumb back toward the house. “I’m making you breakfast.” How he managed to sound guttural, fierce, and chipper at the same time was beyond me.
“I wanted to apologize for scaring you last night, so I did a few chores around your home since I was already here. After I fixed the fence, milked the goats, and let the animals out to pasture, I
wasn’t sure what else you took care of in the morning. I bathed a few of the sheep, but that black one is an ornery beast and I had to shift just to get him to heel.”
He must have noticed my appreciative glance, and paused his movements. Was I drooling? No. No dammit, I’m a lady. Felix raised a brow. “Or I could keep them off if this is working for you?”
Running a hand through his blond hair, the man leaned back in the love seat as if he owned it. “I just feel like I’d hear you a lot better if you were over here next to me. My senses are dulled in this form, you know.” He patted his lap in invitation. “Don’t push your luck.” “Damn.” Whether the immediate rejection affected him didn’t show on his face. The same easygoing smile remained through his cup of coffee.
“Should I growl in your ear that you’re mine and toss you over my shoulder? I admit it’s not my style, but for you, Lamb? Anything.”
Felix was allergic to cheese.
And I lied to myself when I began clanging pots together so she’d wake up and speak to me instead of just making her breakfast. Though burning it wasn’t the initial plan. Neither was practically foaming at the mouth anytime she spoke.
His gaze drifted to mine, a light pink blush across his face. “Can I carry you over the threshold?”
“Can I sleep with you?” I am nothing if not an opportunist.
“You eat pies?” “No, I shove them up my ass,” he growled.
A dust-covered pause filled the air. “You’re doing this because you couldn’t get bitches?” Alexis asked.
“You’re a bitch,” he snapped. “Mm-mm, tough talk from a guy that just got the shit smacked out of him by a man small enough to fit in my purse,” she said, grinning.
do not know if my tits were built for murder. I don’t even think they were built with my back in mind.
“The only thing running from you is your hairline,” I hissed. “Brie, stab this balding bitch!” Alexis hollered.
