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Chapter 75 – Hot Water

Penulis: Quinn Montclair
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-23 14:58:29

Noah

Getting a werewolf out of his jeans while walking backward is a two-man job and both of us are laughing too hard to be much good at it.

"Foot. Other foot. Dax, lift your..."

"Your hallway is trying to kill me."

"My hallway is fine, you're just enormous."

"Thank you."

"Wasn't a compliment."

"Very much sounded like one."

He kicks the jeans somewhere into next week and stands there in my bathroom stark naked, smug, half hard and rising, like a man who has never once lost an argument in his li
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  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 75 – Hot Water

    NoahGetting a werewolf out of his jeans while walking backward is a two-man job and both of us are laughing too hard to be much good at it."Foot. Other foot. Dax, lift your...""Your hallway is trying to kill me.""My hallway is fine, you're just enormous.""Thank you.""Wasn't a compliment.""Very much sounded like one."He kicks the jeans somewhere into next week and stands there in my bathroom stark naked, smug, half hard and rising, like a man who has never once lost an argument in his life.Insufferable.Gorgeous.Mine, apparently, and as of this morning there's nothing standing in the room with us.No doors.No careful sentences.Just him.My chest does something dangerous about that, so I hand him the cling film.He looks at the box. Looks at me."Kinky.""It's for the splint, you animal.""Sure it is."He wraps my forearm with great care, though.Takes the box out of my hand and does it neat and snug, cranking the film around the splint with the focus he usually saves for pa

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