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“Fine. I have to go.” I zipped my bag shut and slung it over my shoulder. “See you soon, Darryl.”

“See you next time, buddy. Say hi to my brother for me,” he called after me as I left the room, stalking down the corridor.

I could still smell him. On my fur, on my snout. I was caked in blood and sweat and cum and yet I never wanted to wash again.

I shoved open the door to the main part of the club, then stopped and scanned the room. There was hardly anyone left in here, just Paul, the cyclops who cleaned the place, two lizard shifters smoking cigarettes and counting a stack of money, and a few small groups of people who’d come to watch.

I spotted a head of dark curls and my breath caught, pulse leaping, my heart starting to pound with nerves. I took a single step forward, then stopped dead when I realised who he was with.

The faun. From the bar.

The guy he’d been on a date with last week.

My belly tightened with something horrible, my throat closed up, and suddenly I couldn’t move another inch as humiliation washed over me.

He was here with someone else.

Chapter 13

Goodbye, Clarence

Klaus

If I hadn’t just been fucked so thoroughly, so well, better than I’d ever been fucked before, I would’ve been completely embarrassed.

Somehow, within seconds of reintroducing myself to the big, beautiful werewolf B. Were, I’d been having sex with him. Like, kind of intense sex that’d had me making all those little slutty, gaspy moans immediately. I’d been really, really, really into it.

He’d seemed to be into it too, at least during the act. But afterward, he’d become stoic and expressionless again, just like when he’d asked me if I wanted to fuck. It was incredibly intimidating. And hot. But in a scary way.

So I didn’t think he was actually into me. I was pretty sure he’d just been tense and edgy after his fight, needing a release, and counted himself lucky when an incubus had suddenly appeared. That was probably all it was. The sex had been unbelievably intense, but of course it had. He was a werewolf who’d just spent half an hour beating the crap out of an orc—he’d probably had enough testosterone in him to ’roid up an entire gym of bodybuilders.

But… a little part of me had still hoped. That silly, over-romantic part of me. I’d hoped that maybe, just maybe, when we were done… he was going to ask to see me again. In those few seconds when it seemed like he’d been about to speak, my entire body had ached from the hopeful tension that flooded it. Then Menoetius, the huge orc he’d fought, had shown up and reminded me of where we were.

And that I’d left Clarence waiting for me.

While I’d fucked someone else during our date.

Guilt had made me scurry out of that room as fast as possible. I wasn’t interested in Clarence at all, and he was a bit of a tool, but fucking someone else in the middle of our date was just terrible behaviour. Very bad manners. I was so embarrassed.

My legs were still wildly unsteady as I hurried down the corridor and burst back into the main room where we’d watched the fights, looking around. Rocky was nowhere in sight, but he’d had no reason to wait anyway. I was sure he’d collected his winnings as soon as he deposited me at this door.

For a few seconds, I wondered—shamefully hoped—if Clarence had just given up and gone home. But then I spotted him, and blinked in surprise when I noticed that he wasn’t alone. He was standing next to a slender fae with dark blue hair who was eyeing him with a scrupulous expression, hip cocked and lips pursed thoughtfully.

My belly fluttered with nerves as I started making my way over, sated cock tingling and slick hole clenching with each step. Images of what had just happened in the locker room flitted through my brain, making my breath catch and my insides squirm with pleasure.

Lucifer, I’d really, really hoped he would ask to see me again.

Trying not to let myself get sad that he hadn’t, I fixed a bright smile on my face as I approached Clarence and his… acquaintance. I wasn’t going to tell him what had just happened. There was no point. It wasn’t like I was going to see him again after this, and I could at least be respectful enough to end things tonight with his dignity intact.

No, he did not need to know that a huge, gorgeous werewolf had just fucked my brains out midway through our second date. It didn’t seem… pertinent to share that.

With him, at least. My fingers were already itching with the urge to pull out my phone and text Nat.

“…you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life.”

Clarence’s voice drifted over as I approached, and my steps faltered when his words registered.

His very familiar words.