you were up on werewolf lore.”
“I grew up with Harry Potter and Twilight . Not to mention a string of bad horror movies, but none of it is real.” She shook her head. “My first lycanthropy case.” The guy was psycho, but it didn’t matter, he was immune to Z-phage. He’d be another lab rat to experiment on. Maybe they’d give her a break and poke him instead, giving her injection bruises time to heal. Still, he was mentally ill and needed her help.
Mansfield chuckled. “More like lupus or rather Canis lupus .”
Dirk corrected. “ Homo sapiens lupus .”
She rolled her eyes and huffed, “Can I change rooms? Maybe one with a view?”
Dirk gave her a seductive gaze. “Actually, my view is stunning.”
Her knees weakened and her voice disappeared. For once in her life, she had no smart-ass comeback.
Mansfield smiled. “All other rooms are reserved for the undead.” He unlocked her door and dragged her out. “Time for your daily shower.”
“Hey, take me along. I don’t mind sharing a shower with the doc.” Dirk winked at her.
Had he forgotten that he was strangled with a torture collar, locked up in a rat cage and oh yeah, the outside world overrun by zombies? It wasn’t the time to flirt.
As Mansfield escorted her out, she twisted around and glared at Dirk. “Bite me!”
“I promise.” He cupped his hands over his mouth and howled.
Damn real . She pulled away from Mansfield. “Great, I’m stuck in a psych ward.”
****
Dirk paced his sealed prison cell. He sniffed. The stench of rotting flesh seeped through the walls. This fucking place was infested with zombies. They must be keeping a zombie zoo. One breach and they’d be overrun. Soon the hot little brunette would fall prey to the zombies. He needed an escape plan. ASAP.
The soldier that escorted Jaeger out had the virus. The soldier reeked of fear. He hid his recent bite. Oh well, not sharing . Only he and the woman mattered. He needed the access code since the damn door was werewolf proof.
Mad Scientist Mansfield definitely thought Dora could mate a werewolf. Why hadn’t Jaeger mentioned that was impossible? Hmm. Maybe he could use his ignorance as an advantage and convince Mansfield they should share quarters. If he pretended to attack her, the door would be opened and during the confusion, they’d escape. The doc would help. It was their only chance. If they got to play the birds and the bees, even better. He liked her hot svelte body and spunk. Too big, my ass. I’ve slept with chicks smaller than you, honey and rocked their world. Why not enjoy her? That is, until they broke out. He tugged on his collar. First, he needed to get the gleipnir off. Mansfield kept the remote in his right pocket. Dora would need to get it before he was zapped.
The elevator opened and Dora walked in, her hair sodden from the shower. He took in her fresh scent. More from her intoxicating aroma, than from the perfumed shampoo and soaps she’d used. He stood straight and took deep notice. She wore lime green pajama pants and a matching tank top that revealed delectable nipples on her rounded luscious breasts. She had long legs and svelte curves. He suppressed a growl of satisfaction. Their gazes locked. She had the biggest most stunningly beautiful brown eyes he’d ever laid his female-conquest experienced eyes on. He was spellbound. They matched her deep chocolate with red hues hair, which draped like liquid silk down her mid-back. When he first saw her, she’d worn it in a ponytail, practical, but he preferred it down. It gave her a wild sensual look.
She broke from his gaze and stepped into her room. Holy shit, what an ass . His mouth dropped open, drool dribbling down his lips. He imagined her perfectly round bottom was soft as velvet. Human women had a cushier feel than hard muscled she-wolves. His wolf fought to be released. His cock bulged against his pants. He swallowed his slaver and clenched his fists.
The guard sealed her door shut.
“I grew up with Harry Potter and Twilight . Not to mention a string of bad horror movies, but none of it is real.” She shook her head. “My first lycanthropy case.” The guy was psycho, but it didn’t matter, he was immune to Z-phage. He’d be another lab rat to experiment on. Maybe they’d give her a break and poke him instead, giving her injection bruises time to heal. Still, he was mentally ill and needed her help.
Mansfield chuckled. “More like lupus or rather Canis lupus .”
Dirk corrected. “ Homo sapiens lupus .”
She rolled her eyes and huffed, “Can I change rooms? Maybe one with a view?”
Dirk gave her a seductive gaze. “Actually, my view is stunning.”
Her knees weakened and her voice disappeared. For once in her life, she had no smart-ass comeback.
Mansfield smiled. “All other rooms are reserved for the undead.” He unlocked her door and dragged her out. “Time for your daily shower.”
“Hey, take me along. I don’t mind sharing a shower with the doc.” Dirk winked at her.
Had he forgotten that he was strangled with a torture collar, locked up in a rat cage and oh yeah, the outside world overrun by zombies? It wasn’t the time to flirt.
As Mansfield escorted her out, she twisted around and glared at Dirk. “Bite me!”
“I promise.” He cupped his hands over his mouth and howled.
Damn real . She pulled away from Mansfield. “Great, I’m stuck in a psych ward.”
****
Dirk paced his sealed prison cell. He sniffed. The stench of rotting flesh seeped through the walls. This fucking place was infested with zombies. They must be keeping a zombie zoo. One breach and they’d be overrun. Soon the hot little brunette would fall prey to the zombies. He needed an escape plan. ASAP.
The soldier that escorted Jaeger out had the virus. The soldier reeked of fear. He hid his recent bite. Oh well, not sharing . Only he and the woman mattered. He needed the access code since the damn door was werewolf proof.
Mad Scientist Mansfield definitely thought Dora could mate a werewolf. Why hadn’t Jaeger mentioned that was impossible? Hmm. Maybe he could use his ignorance as an advantage and convince Mansfield they should share quarters. If he pretended to attack her, the door would be opened and during the confusion, they’d escape. The doc would help. It was their only chance. If they got to play the birds and the bees, even better. He liked her hot svelte body and spunk. Too big, my ass. I’ve slept with chicks smaller than you, honey and rocked their world. Why not enjoy her? That is, until they broke out. He tugged on his collar. First, he needed to get the gleipnir off. Mansfield kept the remote in his right pocket. Dora would need to get it before he was zapped.
The elevator opened and Dora walked in, her hair sodden from the shower. He took in her fresh scent. More from her intoxicating aroma, than from the perfumed shampoo and soaps she’d used. He stood straight and took deep notice. She wore lime green pajama pants and a matching tank top that revealed delectable nipples on her rounded luscious breasts. She had long legs and svelte curves. He suppressed a growl of satisfaction. Their gazes locked. She had the biggest most stunningly beautiful brown eyes he’d ever laid his female-conquest experienced eyes on. He was spellbound. They matched her deep chocolate with red hues hair, which draped like liquid silk down her mid-back. When he first saw her, she’d worn it in a ponytail, practical, but he preferred it down. It gave her a wild sensual look.
She broke from his gaze and stepped into her room. Holy shit, what an ass . His mouth dropped open, drool dribbling down his lips. He imagined her perfectly round bottom was soft as velvet. Human women had a cushier feel than hard muscled she-wolves. His wolf fought to be released. His cock bulged against his pants. He swallowed his slaver and clenched his fists.
The guard sealed her door shut.
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