She blinked at me, her lips parting slightly.
I ran my fingers lightly over the curve of her knee, watching the way her breath stuttered at the contact. "I just now realized that this might be a little different for you," I murmured, letting my thumb trace slow circles against her skin. "I’m the first werewolf you’re about to do this with." My gaze flicked up to hers, pinning her in place. "And we most certainly don’t do our women like this."
Her brows furrowed. "Don’t you… claim them?"
I tilted my head slightly, intrigued by the way she said it.
"Isn’t that how you put it?" she continued, her voice quieter now. "I assumed you just… get the job done immediately."
My lips twitched. "Was that your intent?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "To have me ‘get the job done’?"
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