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that gorgeous, naked muscular body easing itself into the hot water with me, pushing me up against the wall, taking me hard, his sharp teeth grazing my hot black skin, his…. His manhood… His wolfhood? Deep inside of me.
     
    Now would be a good time to mention that I was a virgin. I’d had boyfriends in high school but nothing ever went that far. I was probably the least popular of the popular girls. I still got to hang out in their cliques. I still got a football player to take me to prom (he passed out drunk that night before we could have sex; he only got as far as sliding his hand down my dress).
     
    I still got to listen to the girls giggle and gossip and trade stories about how much the boys wanted them, all sorts of stories about sexy dates and trysts in the middle of the night in the back of his dad’s station wagon and trips to Steak ‘n Shake that ended in raunchy sex in the parking lot. I had always wanted that for myself; always dreamed about experiencing something like that but I was too shy to go for it. I was too shy to put myself out there for a boy to sweep me off my feet.
     
    I didn’t regret it—most of those popular girls were pregnant now, and some even had kids already. But somehow, I wished I’d been able to have at least a little bit of what they had. I wished I could have been just a little irresponsible with a boy…
     
    And now, here was a boy to be irresponsible with. And what a boy! He’d stripped off his tattered leather jacket and flung it onto a chair, revealing his perfectly sculpted physique. He wasn’t too hairy, which was surprising for a werewolf, but he was covered in little scratches and scars. He’d be in fights, clearly. I guessed he hadn’t been lying when he said he had taken men—or was it wolves?—more dangerous than Vicious before.
     
    “You can join me if you’d like,” I blurted out. His eyes widened and for a second, our eyes locked. “Just saying.”
     
    Then, I turned around. I undressed quickly, right there in the room, not once turning around to see if he was watching, bending over to make sure he got a full view of my butt. If he didn’t get the message now, he was never going to understand.
     
    In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, waited for the water to get warm, and got in. I soaped up, using the samples provided by the motel—surprisingly nice stuff. A few minutes passed as I washed and still no Frost. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. I felt myself becoming more and more dejected with each passing second.
     
    “You asshole,” I murmured to myself, though I was imagining his handsome face as the words slipped out of my mouth. Now I had just humiliated myself in front of him, and he was probably sitting in the room, wondering what kind of weird girl he’d gotten himself involved with.
     
    “Is there room in that shower for one more?”
     
    My heart leapt and I spun around. Through the fog in the bathroom, I could see the barest outline of a figure approaching.
     
    “Of course,” I said, in as seductive a voice as I could manage.
     
    He pulled the curtain aside and stepped in, hot water streaming over his body as he did so. And my god, what a body. His chest and arms were just as well-muscled and well-defined as they had been through the remains of his jacket, and his long, strong legs were like sculpted marble. His abs were like a literal washboard and then down below…
     
    My god, his cock. It was growing, ever so slowly, but it was already huge, hanging down between his legs. I was amazed at it—it was some how more beast-like than human, with a huge knot at the head, like a dog’s.
     
    It grew larger and larger as he neared me and I felt an intense heat radiating out of it, as if he had a hot water bottle between his legs. How the hell was I ever going to fit that inside of me?
     
    “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said smoothly, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me close, his