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 God damn he was horny.

The little blonde might be oblivious to her effect on him, but right now, he was feeling just how thoroughly she had aroused him. It wasn't as if he'd never had a human lover – he'd had plenty – but this girl was different. She made his wolf blood sing with desire, his inner beast prowling in his cage so dangerously close to the surface. If he wasn't careful, this could go wrong, fast.

Wrapping his hand around his hard, pulsating length, he started slow, as slow as he could stand. His balls tightened and his cock twitched enthusiastically, the visuals of the blonde fairy changing in the next room fueling his fantasy. He imagined how shy she would be when he approached her, how her eyes would grow wide when she saw his fully erect girth. He would come in close, not giving her time to think before he kissed her sumptuous lips.

It was hot, so very hot. The steam of the shower fogging his brain as his dream self greedily bit and sucked her mouth, their tongues twisting and swirling together as lewd sounds from their contact aroused him even further... His hands massaged her slender waist, indicating just how much he wanted to grab her and throw her down on his bed to ravish her til they forgot everything – even their own names.

From a distant corner of his mind, he sensed her safely tucked away in his bedroom.

She must be changing.

He felt like he was on fire, quickly turning the nob to cold as he neared his climax. His hips pistoning his throbbing manhood through a tightly fisted hand, his desperation signaling his oncoming release as he thought of how he'd found her naked in his bed just last night.

"Ngh," he moaned, not giving a rat's ass if she heard him.

Hell, he wanted her to hear his raging desire for her, to draw her to him like a moth to a flame, inciting her burning curiosity. He could tell she'd never encountered a male like him in her life, and that she had probably never experienced the euphoria the kind of loving only he could give her.

"Haah...haah...mmm...fuck," he growled out, his semen spurting out hot and thick, coating the wall.

Bracing himself against the stall, he waited until his breathing calmed, before cleaning up and wrapping a towel dangerously low around his lean hips. Might as well show the little tease exactly what she's in for. He chuckled low at the thought, seeing her pale pink blush in his mind's eye as he exited the bathroom. Noticing the bedroom door open, he went into the kitchen to grab a beer but stopped short.

Mother of fucking god...

There she was, wearing a little pajama set that she must've picked up today, the shorts giving him ample view of her buttocks, the lacy camisole not doing much better to cover her up. He was instantly hard again, his body knowing what it wanted. Regaining a little composure, he snuck up behind her.

"Waah!"

She jumped, whirling around to face him, spatula in hand. In the middle of frying eggs, the grease popping and crackling behind her.

"Roman!"

God did it feel great to hear here name coming from that soft little pink mouth of hers. Licking his teeth, trying his best not to salivate, he grinned.

"Whatcha cookin'?"

Confusion clouded over her brilliantly blue eyes before snapping out of it.

"O-oh! Yeah," she stammered, "it's payback for today," she game him a warm smile, turning back to the stove.

So she's gonna play it like this, huh.

Leaning in, so close that his lips nearly brushed against her neck, noticing the goosebumps raised on her bare arms. He heard her sharp intake of air as he just barely scraped his teeth against the sensitive flesh at the junction of her shoulder and neck. Her body went stiff as a shuddering breath left her, her hand holding the spatula suspended in the air, the eggs forgotten.

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