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WHØ THE FUCK...
Rey slept so soundly that she didn’t wake until the morning sun poured through her window. She stretched her legs and smiled at the soreness of her thighs and core. The memory of the prior night washed over her, and while she should be freaking out—disgusted with herself and making plans to rehome her dog to someone who wouldn’t take advantage. Instead, Rey thought about the feeling of being stretched on a knot and falling asleep with Kylø tongue deep in her pussy.
Sighing contently, Rey reached over her shoulder to where she could feel the warmth of Kylø sleeping at her back and ran her hand over his smooth coat. She giggled as she twirled the hair around her finger and wondered if she would need to give the wolf-dog a haircut.
“Merry Christmas, sweet boy,” she said and rolled over while thinking that no gift could beat having Kylø in her life.
Then she screamed.
A man was in her bed, and as Rey looked around her room, her dog was nowhere in sight. At her scream, the man popped up, and Rey saw that he was completely nude. She screamed again and grabbed an oversized shirt from the top of the dresser as she ran.
She heard heavy footfalls down the hall as she reached the kitchen and picked up the baseball bat she kept by the back door. She spun around and tightened her grip on the bat, ready to swing as the man skidded to a stop between the kitchen and the living room.
The man held his hand up in a gesture asking her to wait as he held the blanket from the back of the couch over his lower half. Rey took that moment to size up her intruder. He was tall, well over 6 feet, as he took up much of the arched doorway into the living room. He had dark hair that was unkempt and fell haphazardly around his face. Ray could not tell what color his eyes were from that distance, but they were dark and large with panic.
She couldn’t stop herself from also taking in his naked torso. His skin was pale and dotted with moles and beauty marks. His muscles were pulled tight across his chest, ready to either attack or protect himself.
When he stepped toward her, Rey snapped her focus back to his face and held the bat over her right shoulder, ready to swing. “Who the fuck are you? How did you get in my house? Where’s my dog?”
The man opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out, and he seemed to panic again and rushed toward her. Rey swung the bat, connected with the man’s arm, and he stumbled backward. “Answer me! Where’s my dog?” She yelled and lifted the bat to take another swing.
The man scrambled away from her and into the living room. Rey followed, and he put the couch between them. Rey’s only thought was getting Kylø back, and she somehow bounded over the back of the couch and had her bat ready before her feet hit the ground.
“Hey, asshole! Where’s my dog?” She demanded. “If you hurt him, I will fucking kill you!”
At her words, the man stepped backward, tripped over the coffee table, and fell to the floor. Rey didn’t let up, and she took the end of the bat and pushed the man’s shoulder.
He lost his balance and caught himself with both hands pressed against the floor as the pilfered blanket pooled in his lap. Rey raised her bat to crack the man over the head to knock him out so she could call the police, but her gut still twisted with worry. “Where’s—“
Her voice died in her throat, and her mouth went dry. As the man cowered below her, Rey saw a dark tattoo on the pale skin of his hip. “—Kylø?”
Every ounce of fight drained from her body, and Rey barely heard the clatter of the bat hitting the hardwood floor. She felt her heart fall into her stomach as she watched the man’s shoulder hunch in on himself. It can’t be , she thought to herself, but then the man turned his face to her, and she saw the same golden-brown eyes staring up at her from behind the curtain of dark hair.
Rey took a step back, and at the same time, he reached for her. She screeched before turning and ran down the hall, locking herself in her bedroom. With her back pressed to the door, Rey placed her hand over her heart as it raced and her head swam. “This can’t be happening. It’s not real. I’m dreaming,” she tells herself.
She looked at the rumpled sheets of her bed and hated that the memory of the prior night, which just minutes ago made her unbelievably happy, now made her stomach roll. Rey pinched herself, still wishing she would wake up from the horrible fantasy book-induced nightmare.
But she was awake. She had fucked her dog, and then her dog turned into a man.
Rey groaned and put her face in her hand to try and figure out what she was going to do about—everything.
Her stomach rolled again, and she fumbled with the bedroom door lock and rushed to the bathroom, making it to the toilet just in time to throw up. She heard movement from the living room and crawled across the bathroom floor to shut and lock the door.
She rinsed her mouth, and then realizing that she only had on a shirt, she pulled a pair of long socks and sleep shorts out of the hamper and pulled them on to keep warm but also to be less exposed when she went back out to face the man—Kylø.
Taking a deep breath, Rey opened the bathroom door and had to hold onto the wall as she made her way to the living room. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the idea that the man sitting on the floor was her beloved wolf-dog, but when Kylø heard her enter, he jumped up. Rey watched the blanket slide to the floor and couldn’t help but stare at his large feet and shapely calves. Moving her gaze up, her breath caught seeing his muscular thighs, and she bit her lip at the sight of his soft but sizable cock that hung from a thatch of dark hair.
Rey’s phone dinged from the kitchen with an incoming text, which broke her from the spell of ogling Kylø. “Could you, uh, put something on?” She stammered and hurried toward the kitchen to check her phone and brew a very large pot of coffee. She would need all the caffeine and perhaps a stiff drink to process Kylø's explanation for why he was now a man—or rather, how he was a wolf-dog in the first place.
