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the night sky lit up the inside of the shed like the 4th of July.
    “Now what?” Brad asked.
    “Now you move away from the window.” J.C. positioned himself in the path of any moonbeams that might make their way through the glass. He sat cross-legged on the floor beside the woman. “And we wait for her to wake up.”
    “I can take her out myself if you want.”
    “That’s a generous offer, but the owner of the park carrying an unconscious woman past the cotton candy and condom booths would raise more than a few eyebrows. No, I think it’s better if we wait. No one knows me, so I can just say she’s my sister who got lost looking for me if anyone questions us on our way out.”
    “Do you think we should move her? Make her more comfortable?”
    It was J.C.’s turn to chuckle. “She’s unconscious on a wooden floor. She has no idea whether she’s comfortable or not. Besides, the only other place I can put her is on the table, and I doubt that would be any better.”
    Brad slid along the wall to sit on the floor across from J.C. The last of the fireworks fizzled and dimmed, leaving the room shrouded in shadow. In the darkness, Brad’s pale hazel eyes glittered like gemstones. “She’s beautiful, though, isn’t she?”
    J.C. tried to keep his tone neutral. “If you like that sort of thing.”
    In truth, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the way her breasts pressed up against the thin material of her dress, her nipples clearly outlined through the cloth. He wondered whether her areolas were the color of dark chocolate or a pale, rosy pink. Her legs went on forever under that short skirt, and he couldn’t help but picture the creamy skin of her thighs leading up to a perfect, wet cunt.
    “What sort of thing? The blonde bombshell look?”
    J.C. kneaded a knot at the back of his neck in a vain attempt to relieve some of his cramping muscles. This wasn’t the first time he’d been stuck in mid-shift, but he certainly hoped it would be the last. His entire body screamed in protest.
    “Pussy,” J.C. said bluntly.
    “Ah. When was the last time you had some?”
    “A few months. No, wait.” J.C. frowned, trying to remember. A year? Two? Had it really been that long? “I don’t know,” he said at last, shaking his head. He was glad he could no longer see the woman as clearly, though her rhythmic breathing assured him she was still alive. She’d come to eventually; hopefully after he’d returned to his human form and put on some clothes.
    “Want to have a little fun?” Brad’s voice took on that throaty tone he used when he was horny and he’d just come up with a new kinky game to play.
    “No.”
    “Aww, come on. We’d wait for her to wake up first.”
    “No.”
    “But you didn’t even hear what I had to say.”
    J.C. sighed. “I’m not interested.”
    “Really? An hour ago you were lamenting your lack of a mate, now a prospective candidate lands at your feet and you’re not even willing to consider a quick fuck?”
    J.C.’s teeth ground together before he even realized he’d clamped his jaw shut. “I said I was going to choose a mate from among our pack, not a human with no knowledge of our ways. The mere idea that this woman might be my mate is absolutely ridiculous.” His pulse quickened as he glanced at her fallen form. His cock twitched, as if disagreeing with his statement. J.C. looked away before any more body parts could get any ideas.
    “Fine, then, no more talk of mating rituals. But the elders didn’t say you couldn’t fuck a human, right? Though I’m willing to bet she’s not the kind of woman who’d indulge in a threesome, which is too bad.”
    J.C.’s mouth went dry. A threesome? With her? Images assaulted his mind in the dark, each more carnal than the last. He pictured the blonde on her knees, sucking Brad’s cock while J.C. fucked her from behind, his dick buried to the hilt in her creamy, wet pussy. He bit his lip to keep from groaning. “Something tells