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“You want a cheeseburger?” he asked, voice wobbling. “You look like the kinda guy who needs a cheeseburger.” I huffed in amusement, tongue lapping at his cheek till he ducked away with a startled squawk and pushed me off.
We got cheeseburgers.
Cheeseburgers were officially my favorite food.
Jeffrey ate his while he drove, blasting music as loud as he could. He tore the wrapper off mine for me, then left it on the seat for grease to seep into the fabric. Yelling along to the music, he tapped his fingers on the wheel, shoving food into his mouth as he sang about love, and loss, and things I couldn’t understand but wanted to—because he clearly did.
His voice was like magic.
A warm bath, twinkling and soft.
Melodic and sweet as honeysuckle.
I listened, enraptured.
And by the time we returned to the apartment together I came to the conclusion that Jeffrey was the strongest person I’d ever met. I had a feeling the more I learned about him, the fiercer my feelings of admiration would grow.
Hunger for him burned beneath my skin as he walked up to the steps to the apartment, his ass muscular and bouncy—and right in my face. An ass I’d touched. Been inside of. I knew how velvety slick it was and I wanted in again, so very badly. It had been too long. Too fucking long.
I’d never resented my wolfskin before, but these last few weeks had been agony. To see and not touch. To not hold him the way I’d grown to crave.
I whined, unable to help myself as I pressed my snout between the round globes the second he paused to put his key in the lock. His sweet, lovely musk filled my nose and my tail began to wave as I inhaled.
“Hey!” Jeffrey laughed, startling a little as I growled against him. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t even mean to do it in the first place—he was just…right there. And he smelled so good. And I wanted inside where he was slick-hot-pink so damn badly. “No. Bad boy.” Jeffrey tried to wag his ass away from my face but I chased him greedily. “No!” He laughed, batting at my head—though not hard enough to hurt—as he got the front door open. I let him go—but it was hard. So was my cock as I followed Jeffrey and his delicious ass down the hallway, all the while muttering under his breath about “dogs being disgusting.”
He had bowed legs.
Perfectly spaced so that there was room for his alpha between them.
Later that night, Jeffrey caught me rolling around in his underwear.
I hadn’t even done it to push him.
It’d just been sitting in his laundry basket. And the idea had gotten into my head earlier—and god. Fuck. He smelled like heaven. Like oranges and happy and mate-mate-mate. And his boxers somehow smelled even stronger—more concentrated, the mix of sweat with his natural man-musk sending me floating.
I’d told myself I’d only sniff the first ones.
He won’t even know.
Jeffrey was in the bathroom showering off the day’s funk. That’s what he’d called it. His delicious, musky scent—“funk.” And he was about to cover it up with some awful artificial soap scent. I hated it.
I’d have to figure out how to introduce him to scentless soap. The kind that wouldn’t cover up his natural scent.
I pressed my face against the fabric, huffing greedily, my cock perking up immediately. My wolf itched beneath my skin, a feeling of rightness buzzing through my body, warm and fuzzy and lovely-lovely as I stuck my tongue out and—yes. Oh fuck. I lapped at the fabric, soaking it in spit as I tried to taste him through it.
I sucked at it till his flavor disappeared.
I couldn’t stop my tail from wagging.
It thwacked against the bed as I dug around for more. Because while I’d promised myself only one pair…I…yeah. I had very little self-control when it came to Jeffrey. Just one more, I promised myself. Just one, Mutt. And then you’ll be done before he can catch you.
This was wrong, even I knew that.
And that somehow only made me need it more. Made my fur puff up and my cock threaten to spill from its sheath.
Just one—I promised, sucking the second pair of boxers into my mouth, a needy growl escaping as my tail thump, thumped.
And thennnnn, I discovered another pair of boxers hidden within the pile beneath that one. And then another. And then another. And then another—and then, because I was horny and needy and fuck-fuck-fuck, I decided enough was enough. And I dumped the basket entirely.