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October 24 - October 25, 2020
Googled How to ask a woman out without making her fear for her life—but the results hadn’t been particularly helpful.
According to his research, human women didn’t like being harassed 24/7.
The worst part was, she liked it.
“If you want something—anything—you should just tell me. I’ll give it to you.”
She could fuck him, lure him into the ultimate sense of security, then tie him up and stick a silver bullet up his arse. Fantastic.
And her instincts were telling her to rip this sexy fucker’s clothes off, sit on his dick, and then carve out his heart. Or something. She was hazy on the details.
Christ, she wasn’t shy at all, was she? The hesitation, the demure smiles and lowered lashes—it had all been a trap. She wasn’t sweet or gentle or biddable. She was a bloodthirsty fucking murderer.
His heart sang.
She was really up shit’s creek here, wasn’t she? Without a fucking paddle.
Because no sensible woman would let a Werewolf lead them into a darkened alley.
also to have a serious conversation with her about how loving couples shouldn’t stab each other.
She may have tried to kill him, but he was still alive, so he forgave her.
“I could no more rip out your throat,” he said honestly, “than rip out my own heart.”
“The dark is just as lovely as the light.”
“No, sweetheart. You’re an attempted murderer.”
She knew what he was, and she didn’t care. She remembered what he’d said earlier that day: “I could no more rip out your throat than rip out my own heart.”
“And you are my heart, so I would’ve harmed myself too.”
