Meg Connelly has heard a lot of interesting things as a psychologist, but none so interesting as the story of Remy West.
At first, she thought his talk about being a werewolf was ludicrous, but clinical lyncathropy isn't such an uncommon thing.
Wanting to be a good doctor, Meg decides to put all of her effort into helping Remy get over his wild delusions. But when she's brought face to face with the wolf, she learns that his delusions are the least of her worries.
Approximate Length: 10,000 words long (a novelette)
Content warning: This erotic romance contains graphic scenes of intimacy between a bbw and a sex crazed werewolf. For mature adults 18 years and older ONLY!
A hand touched my face, and then something else pressed between my thighs. Before I had a chance to open my eyes, warm lips crushed against mine. It was the realization that they were human that sent relief rushing through me.
The taser slipped from my hand, or had I dropped it. I couldn't remember. All I knew was that Remy was upon me before I had a chance to think of using the weapon against him. His hands fumbled with my blouse, unbuttoning it with more eagerness than any man had ever shown in getting into my pants.
“Remy,” I said his name softly, looking at his hooded eyes while they stared down at the swell of my breasts as the shirt opened to reveal my bra. Part of me wanted to stop him—knew that I needed to stop him. Our relationship was strictly professional. There was a rule that doctors weren't supposed to have sex with their patients, but somehow, in that moment, I had forgotten it. I wanted to forget it. No man had ever taken me with such carnal lust, and my body yearned for it.