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as his dick spasmed stream after stream of spunk into the condom.

After a final spurt, the red rocket slowly receded back into him, and he slipped his dick out of her. The industrial strength condom had survived the frenzied fucking, and held a good-sized, water-balloon’s worth of semen. Becky didn’t move as he dismounted her, and a good amount of her own juices stained the rug they’d fucked on.

Eventually, she rolled over, and her exposed breasts made his dick twinge again. From one breath to the next, her fur disappeared, and she shrank down to her normal, human size. Vernon stood over her, still a massive wolf, with a quart of jizz hanging from his dick.

She gazed up at him in shock, awe, and what might actually be love. If not that, at least extreme satisfaction for the fucking of her life. Her eyes told him this was just the first of many, and his smile told her he agreed.

He went to remove the condom and dispose of all his seed, but as he reached for it, the condom had finally had enough. It snapped, and dropped all his cum straight down onto her face.

She had just enough time to close her eyes before she got the mother of all facials. Vernon just stood there, eyes wide, his hand outstretched when he was too slow to catch his falling spunk. Becky’s face was scrunched up, as she slowly went to wipe away the sticky substance that glazed her face, and had splashed down as far as her flat stomach. That movement only succeeded in pushing jizz up into her hair.

She opened her mouth, and then closed it. Clearly some had seeped into her throat. “We should move this to the shower,” she suggested, waving her hand around for him to help her up.

He shifted back, and grabbed her.

“We’ll also talk about how you need to eat more fruit,” she felt out in front of her, still half blind from taking a literal bucket of cum to the face.

Vernon grabbed her and hoisted her into a bridal carry. Despite being covered in his jizz, she leaned her head into his chest. Warmth coursed through him that had nothing to do with his healing powers getting his balls back to one hundred percent.

There was something about Becky Wood that he was falling in love with.

Chapter 25

He stayed with Becky for the entire week. They fucked, played house, and fucked some more. She was still on duty despite the holiday, so he would busy himself around the house while she was gone. He made a list of projects the first day, and started to work his way through them. They were little things like replacing the worn-down seal on the sink, fixing a loose shingle on the roof, and chopping wood for the wood-burning stove.

He made sure to stay out of Vincent’s Hollow; instead, driving all the way to Lake Pleasant to pick up anything he needed. The projects were nothing more than busy work, but they kept his mind clear, and allowed for the mental recovery the vacation was designed for. A few nighttime runs in the woods, chasing down Becky in her shifted form did the rest, and helped cement her as his girlfriend. He hadn’t called anyone that since the beginning of high school.

The domestic bliss also made the time fly by, and before he knew it, the week was up. He stood in her doorway, where he’d stared down her brother, and hugged her goodbye.

“I’ll be back,” he promised, and meant it.

“Of course you will,” she answered flirtatiously.

They kissed one last time, which lingered for minutes, and then she was gone. The door closed behind her, and he was in his rental heading back to the city. “It’s only about five hours,” he told himself on the drive. If he really wanted to, he could do this every weekend.

By the time he reached the city, he knew that was his dick doing the thinking. Traffic on a Friday wouldn’t put him there until after midnight, and they were both cops. They didn’t run on a nine-to-five schedule. Aside from this week, he’d spent his weekends doing prep work, assaulting a wendigo’s slaughter house, or trying not to get killed by asshole vamps with heavy weapons.

As he walked into the UN HQ Monday morning, he put all thoughts of Becky behind him. Not because he didn’t care, but because what he needed to do was important, and a distraction could cost him more than a week on convalescent leave.

The Director was too busy to see him, but he had plenty of emails to catch up on. One was the warning order for the Dupree operation. WARNOs were the military’s, and the Response Division’s, way of authorizing the development of a plan for a mission. In this case, it gave him mission command, and let him know two more surveillance teams had been dispatched to Vincent’s Hollow to keep an eye on Dupree.

A strike team was being assembled, which Vernon would lead, and like always, a chunk of it would be made up of local support. That meant Becky would be in on this whether he liked it or not. After spending a week with her, he knew better than to exclude her, or try and give her special treatment. Becky Wood could take care of herself, and she’d whup anyone’s ass who got in her way.

“My woman,” that thought surprised him, but he liked how possessive he’d become. Not in a creepy, stalker way; but in a “don’t fuck with the person I love” kind of way.

He spent the coming weeks looking over the collection of reports he’d missed, and the new information coming in. Everything said Dupree was training . . . hard. The kid would need to if he was going to survive a

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