Part 23
Werewolves in heat were clingy. They loved to
cuddle and be affectionate, constantly
showering their mate with kisses and licks, and complaining when they didn’t receive affection
in return.
The heat cycle usually lasted a month. So, a month later, I finally snapped, swatting away Ethan’s wandering hands. “Your heat is over.
You need to control yourself.”
“Kissing and licking are wolf instincts!” he protested, clinging to me. “I kiss you because I like you, it has nothing to do with being in heat! If you don’t let me kiss you, I’ll feel bad, and when I feel bad, I’ll bash my head against a
wall… you’re abusing me! You can’t do this to
me!”
“”
“I’m not saying you can’t kiss me….. I said, trying to stay calm, “…but you can’t kiss me so hard that my skin turns red! It looks like I’ve
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been bruised!” I grabbed his head, took a deep
breath, and said sincerely, “I think… you
werewolves are better off with other
werewolves.” At least they were physically
compatible.
After actually being with a werewolf, I’d
regretted my decision to “try it out” countless
times. It was terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. So
big, so rough… I couldn’t handle it.
