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Heat Helper
male werewolf x female reader (explicit)
(This is a late night idea that WHEW, I might need to add on. Enjoy my first werewolf story!)
You’d been in a dark place for almost six months.
Living out of the single level motel you worked at — for way under minimum wage – you were hardly able to feed yourself.
A fallout with your family in your small hometown left you with nothing. Out in a mountain town, unable to get much of a job, and slowly fading away. Young adulthood was probably going to kill you.
It was a lonely, scary night where you’d found the ad.
HeatHelper.com
Help out a local werewolf for cash.
The sexual connotation was clear, even though you’d found it on a porn site.
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Heat Helper Part Two: Lyle
female reader x male werewolf (explicit)
(Y’all have been so sweet and supportive so here is a sappy conclusion with Lyle!! Enjoy, this is my first work out of a two month writing block so I’m hoping it’s an okay read. More monster stories may be in the future from me.)
Part One
Part Two (4k words)
Lyle Byrne sat in his truck in the stillness of an early morning gas station lot. It was just up the road from the motel – everyone knew that place, the rogues and the lost all found their way to it.
What did that make her?
The woman he paid… to deal with his heat, she was all over him. Her scent on his body, her moans and begging caught in his head, and the warmth of her body against his in the quietest moments of dawn.
Guilt… he was guilty, he’d asked and watched for any sign of her being uncomfortable or coerced. But she seemed to really enjoy it once they got into it. It still didn’t make him feel better about the situation, especially once he realized she hadn’t gone to the motel for the session.
She lived there. She lived in that motel and he’d been in her space, he’d covered her in his scent, and let his emotions get far too strong over a one night stand.
His face flushed.
But he had given his number to her, amidst that extra cash he pulled out for her.
After he’d seen that Plan B on the counter of the bathroom.
Lyle’s body heated again, this rut was so close to being done, but it kept shoving images of her moaning and gripping the sheets.
It took immense effort to not touch himself in the parking lot.
He hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand and snarled. This was it. If she spoke to him, he would deal with what came from it. But he needed to stop thinking and fantasizing over her.
About how much he wanted to bring her home, to spoil her and fuck her, to maybe see her stomach grow with a baby they could cherish and love.
Lyle turned the keys harshly and gunned it out of the parking lot.
The truck kicked up dust on the desert road leading towards the lush mountains. With the sun peaking over the horizon, he drove faster to avoid the inevitability of his fluttering heart.
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