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RUSS

Fuck.

This week is a drag. I’ve been working late shifts at the hospital, which doesn’t put me in the best mood. And being away from my little human after such an intense moment of bonding is hitting me harder than I expected.

My kind are protective of their families, or so my dad was when I was little. But I knew that going into this. I simply thought I’d be better prepared to handle it.

I’m hard for her constantly. I manage to hide that fact under my loose scrubs, but my dick is there, lurking at half-mast while it ponders how it felt to be inside her.

I don’t even know this woman and already I’m obsessed with her.

Still, I manage to focus on my work, because it’s critically important that my patients have all of my attention. But each screaming infant I help bring into the world serves to remind me of what I’m after, what I want for myself .

It’s hard to explain why I saved up the money to buy the full package at DreamTogether. There are probably plenty of other ways I could have gone about making a cub of my own. I’ve been married before, almost seven years ago now, but kids were the dealbreaker. Dating simply hasn’t worked out since then. I’m thirty-six now, and I think it makes women suspicious that I’ve been single for so long.

They’re right to be suspicious. I haven’t felt a spark for anyone since Adelaine and I divorced. Hell, even before that. I knew she wasn’t the one for me early on, but we’d already sealed the deal with rings and paper, so I stuck it out for as long as she would tolerate.

Eventually, though, she knew we wanted different things, so she took it upon herself to break it off.

I’ve realized since then that I don’t need a partner. I’m content to do it by myself, and I’ve already worked out a deal with the hospital where I can work four days a week, regular shifts. We get discounted daycare, and then I’ll have plenty of time to spend with the infant. I have a wet nurse already booked for the first two years of my new cub’s life, to make sure they get everything they could possibly need.

It’s the biggest expense I could have imagined, but I know what I want—and as soon as I heard of DreamTogether, I realized that’s how I would get it.

But I didn’t expect her . No, I didn’t predict that the woman I would get would be designed for me, that she would call on my heart just like she did my cock. And I haven’t even seen her face.

One week turns into two, and then two into three. I’m nearly vibrating with my need to have her again. I stand in the shower every morning and pump my cock hard, remembering how tight she was, how hard she squeezed me when she climaxed, and groan as thick spurts of white shoot out of me, painting the shower wall. Then I stand there, limp under the hot water, and pant until I can finish soaping off.

Can I really let her go after this is done?

I’m pleased when I get an automated call from DreamTogether telling me that my surrogate is ovulating again, and it’s time for another visit.

I wake up much too early the next morning, my blood already pumping hard and fast. I’m more than eager to see her again, to slip my knot into her and fill her completely. I’m ready for her sweet moans, her unrestrained cries of pleasure, even her screams.

I did make her scream. I wonder if the other clients are able to do that.

This time, though, I have an ulterior motive. I’m going to try to gather what I can about her. Perhaps if I can get a hold of her phone number, or where she lives, or even just her real name, I’ll be able to sniff her out.

I don’t know if I can really let her go when this is all over.

By the time I reach the unmarked gray office building out on Cedar Road, my claws are gripping the steering wheel tightly. I manage to pull into a spot and climb out without scraping anything up, but I have to close my hands into fists when I head inside just to have somewhere to put the tension.

Fuck, my cock is hard as a rock already.

I talk to the receptionist through gritted teeth, and she gives me a funny look as she marks down that I’ve arrived. Then she heads off, popping my file into a holder on the wall.

There. That’s where my female’s information would be. I glance around the waiting room with its bright fluorescents and find two other monsters there—one big basilisk, his huge tail curled around two chairs. Then on the other end is a cyclops playing blocks with his toddler. I wonder if his child is from DreamTogether, too.

Great. Well, I can’t peek at her file with others watching, but this won’t be my last chance.

I sit back down and wait until the receptionist returns. She gestures first at the basilisk, then leads him away. I was late last time, so I made sure to come early this time. But I think I made it worse for myself because now I have to sit here and wait.

Finally, it’s my turn, and I’m led to a different small, sterile room than the one where we met the first time. For a split second I panic, wondering if they’re taking me to the wrong person, if there will be a different human woman waiting when I go in.

There’s no way in hell I’m putting my cock in someone else.

I’m relieved when I walk in the door and find a familiar ass in front of me, raised up into the air by the bench. She’s strapped down to it, which was a blessing last time when I absolutely ravaged her. I wonder if they had to throw all that rubber away because I destroyed it.

Instantly, the smell of her arousal hits me in the face, and the white tile walls vanish around us. If I wasn’t hard before, I sure am now. All it takes is seeing her, breathing in a whiff of her, and I need nothing more than to fuck her again.

But I need to go slow. That’s what a sensitive creature like her requires—lots of warming up, so she’ll be soft enough to take my knot again. She’s so small that I have to work up to it.

“Not nervous today, I see.” I lick my chops, and her body twitches in response .

“Nope,” she answers, keeping her eyes firmly ahead. I had rather hoped she’d try to look over her shoulder at me again, but it seems like she’s trying to be more professional this time. “Welcome back, Bill.”

That name . I’m such an idiot.

“What about you?” I ask as I approach her pert, round butt. It’s nice and big, just like her wide hips, and great for groping. I run a finger over one soft cheek, and instantly her body twitches. “You call me Bill. What do I call you?”

Down below her little puckered ass, her pink slit is already opening and closing, pulsing with her need. So she remembers our last encounter as positively as I do. That’s good.

“Me?” She sounds confused by the question. “What do you need it for?”

I lean down towards her, breathing against her exposed flesh. She trembles.

“So I can shout it while I’m fucking you,” I say.

It’s hard for me not to strip down right away and bury my dick in her again, but this time, I’m going to take my time, and see if I can weasel a detail out that might help me.

“O-oh,” she says, clearly taken off-guard. “Well... you can call me Amanda.”

I arch an eyebrow. Amanda. I don’t think it fits her at all, but at least I know it’s a fake name. She’s wiser than to give out her real one under surveillance.

“Well, Amanda ,” I croon, extending my claws slightly to drag them down her ass. She gasps, and her pussy pulses again. The scent of her need is flooding my nose, filling up my snout and head. Damn, it’s so good. “Are you ready for round two with the wolfman?”

She chuckles. “That’s what you’re paying me for, isn’t it?”

I flinch at this. So she still sees it as just a gig. Didn’t she like last time? She’s giving me all the signals that she’s excited for today.

“I suppose it is,” I say carefully. “Do you like this job?”

“It’s better than McFlips,” she says, offhanded. But my heart leaps. There we go. A detail. I can use that.

“I see.” I put my other hand on her, around her hip this time, and line myself up as if I’m about to drive myself into her sweet cunt. I’m still wearing my clothes, but the tent in my pants has grown significant, and increasingly difficult to ignore. “Still,” I say, leaning forward to grind my clothed hips against her rear end, “that doesn’t mean you can’t like it.”

She gasps, and manages to say, “That’s t-true.”

“And you did like it, didn’t you?” I squeeze her bare flesh, and she wriggles. She’s slick now, the lights reflecting off the shine on her swollen, pink cunt. I draw one knuckle down the cleft of her ass to her folds, and gently sweep through them. She bucks, pulling at her restraints, and I want nothing more than to fuck her so hard that she’s screaming my name.

Well, Bill’s name, anyway.

I drag her wetness down to her clit, circling it, not quite giving her what she’s after. Amanda whimpers, pushing her hips against my hand, telling me to touch her.

“What do you want?” I ask her, gently teasing the tip of her nub, and then moving away from it so she squirms. “Do you want wolfman cock?”

“Yes!” She answers immediately.

“Too bad,” I say, and crouch down to lick her.

Oh, she tastes so fucking good. She moans and lurches on the bench, moving away and toward me at the same time. She’s already overstimulated, is she?

I press my tongue down on her clit, hard, and she cries out. Then I soothe it, lapping it slowly, before shoving it from side to side. Amanda whimpers, “Bill!” as she jerks her hips up. To reward her, I shove my tongue inside her.

It’s easy to find that spot again, the one that made her gush last time. No human tongue could do this, but mine... I’ll make sure she’s never pleased by a human man again, not the way she is by me.

I stiffen my tongue and drag it across that spongy wall. She shudders instantly, her whole cunt fluttering. “Oh, Bill,” she whines, rotating her hips to take even more of my tongue inside her. I scoop downward, bringing as much of her sweet fluid as I can into my mouth, and then I swallow it all. Once more I circle her clit, flicking over it and tormenting it until again...

She squirts right into my muzzle. I groan as she spills onto my tongue, and she lets out that worried gasp again. I soothe her with one palm on her ass.

“Thank you,” I murmur, getting up to my feet. I sound collected and composed, but really, I can’t take this anymore—I need to be inside her, or I might combust.

“You’re thanking me ?” Amanda asks, aghast. This time she does reflexively turn her head, and I catch sight of her pink cheek. “You just ate me out like a fucking professional.”

I have to laugh, and I trail one claw down her back, from her shoulder blades over her shirt, to her bare hip. She shivers underneath me. With my other hand, I undo the buckle of my belt and unzip my pants, pulling them down to the ground.

I don’t even bother with my shirt this time. I can’t wait.

“Now that you’ve already taken me once,” I say to her, palming my wet cock as it points directly toward her, “I won’t be as gentle with you.”

“Please.” She wiggles her butt, and I drag my slick head through her spread pussy. “Don’t be gentle, Bill. ”

Her unfiltered, carnal need is stoking a raging fire in me, one that demands I claim her. I’m still careful as I slide into her, but my way is much easier this time. Oh, her cunt remembers me, does it?

I will make sure she never forgets, too.

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