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We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “round”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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“So, this werewolf thing,” she began.
“Yes?” he countered.
“When do you change? Do you change?”
“I do for a week during the full moon. So we don’t have a lot of time to get this figured out. I have less than a week or we’re going to need to round me up a lot of trees to hide in. Or I fight the change. It’s not ideal and I’ll be sick as a dog but it is an option. Oh, and you will want to get as far away from me as possible.”
A surprised laugh escaped her lips. “Why? Are you going to eat me?”
“Probably. And fuck you until you can’t move until your pregnant. My brothers and I are only fertile during the full moon.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh. Even more incentive to get this done so we can go our separate ways.”
“Precisely. But good luck with that separate ways crap.”
Dakota shivered at the thought. Even if they weren’t under the bond of some mystical force, or whatever bullshit Ezekiel claimed, she wasn’t sure she could walk away from this man.
His arm wrapped tight around her. She instinctively skimmed her hand across his belly.
“Are you cold?” he asked softly.
“A little,” she lied. “This is better, thank you.”
“Anytime. Even though your touch is making it difficult to drive. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Likewise.” She paused. “What are we going to do when we get to Memphis?”
Ezekiel bit his lower lip. It made her want to kiss him. “It’ll be dark when we get there. We should find a place to stay and rest. Then we can start looking for Black in the morning.”
Dakota smirked at him. “You want to look for a vampire during the day? Wow, you are bad at this.”
Ezekiel rolled his eyes. “There should be obvious signs like death counts. They aren’t going to stop feeding. Besides, you’re the expert. Why are you asking me what we should do? I’m the trusty sidekick here.”
She gazed at him for a moment then struggled to recover. He was right. He was just some Minnesota backwoods boy looking for a book. What made her hand the wheel over to him?
She forced a seductive smile on her face. “I value your input.”
“Among other things. Like what resides in my jeans.”
“Can’t argue with that logic.”