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“Let’s talk about something less depressing.” Nicole turned her attention to Miri. “How’s it going with that guy you started seeing? The history teacher, right?” “I thought you wanted to talk about something less depressing,” she deadpanned. “That crashed and burned last weekend.”
“Now there's an idea.” Ashley pointed with her empty glass. “Get yourself a vampire sugar daddy. You'll have that house fixed up in no time!"
Clearly, they had all had too much to drink if becoming a naughty juice box for loan repayment was on the table.
The last time they had let her pitch an idea after this much tequila, they had ended up blackout drunk trying to go whale watching in a rowboat… and they didn’t even live near an ocean.
“One—” Ashley started ticking off on her fingers. “You need companionship outside of Miri and I. Preferably someone who provides orgasms, because we’re definitely not going to take on that responsibility.”
“Right. More of a ‘coffee shop and bookstore date’ kind of babe.”
One monster boyfriend wasn’t enough? Drunk-Nicole was desperate enough for dick to request her own harem? Drunk-Nicole was clearly delusional.
“Holy shit, look at that tongue!” Ashley ripped the phone out of her hand and stared. “Girl, you have got to go on a date with him.” “He’s part lizard!” “He can be part gecko and try to sell me car insurance for all I care. Imagine what that tongue could be doing to your bits right now!”
“I don’t want my first date in over a year to land me in the emergency room!” “They don’t call it having your guts rearranged for nothing.”
“Your vagina has needs too, Nicole.” Ashley zoomed in on his abs. “I’m swiping right on him no matter what you say. Even if he isn’t your monster daddy soulmate, your car is a deathtrap, and you need an oil change.”
Romance wasn’t just dead—it was dead, embalmed, and buried somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle.
“You show me what you want fixed, kitten, and I’ll start crunching numbers.”
“Why do they get a second date?” The werewolf’s words were tight, but his hands were gentle as he settled her wrap over her shoulders. “Because they asked for one,” Nicole said smoothly. She turned around and patted his arm. “You didn’t.” He gaped. “But—” “Dibs on tomorrow night!” Drake called from the kitchen. "You can't dibs—” Wes argued. "Just did!”
“He’s going to stick his hands in the dirt and sweet talk the bushes into growing,” Wes snorted.
Why did he look so damn awake? Did Hawthorne understand that mornings were unholy?
Every inch of her made Wes dream of dirty things that would make her scream. The wolf inside him howled to bend Nicole over and fill her with cum until she was round with his pups.
“He can smell the change in your hormones and it’s making him horny.” “Please tell me you’re joking?” “Nope. His nose is telling his pea-sized wolf brain that you’re breedable.”
But instead, he had to stand back while she fucked vampires and ran off with socially awkward elves.
“Let me put it this way. You make my wolf howl. He makes the wolf growl. Playfully, but still… I don’t howl for him, and he doesn’t for me.” His mouth slanted over hers, his teeth teasing her lip. “You’re the only one who makes my wolf howl, Nicole, and the only one who ever will.”
“You want me to bend you over and breed your tight little pussy so the whole house can hear what a greedy slut you are? That’s just fine.”
“You want him to watch while I breed your pussy?” the werewolf asked, his hands dropping to his fly. “You want him to watch as I stuff you full of cum, baby?”
“Come for me,” the werewolf ordered. “Show me how bad you want a pussy full of wolf cum.”
“A couple more inches, kitten,” Drake growled in her ear. “You can take it.”
Her obituary would read “dead and full of monster cum”, and she was happy with that.
didn’t think so. You might be our precious human, but you’re also a greedy cum slut.”
