Page 136 of Chaos At Second Sight

I didn’t know what to do; I was at a loss for words and actions here. If I moved, I’d just snap.

“Yvaine, I’m so obsessed with you. If I could I’d absorb you, keep you inside me all day and all night. Away from eyes. Away from danger,” I continued calmly, like this was a normal thing to admit. “I’m clinically, certifiably, completely insane about you.” I paused. “But I consider myself part of the danger, too.”

“I’ll manage the mating,” she said like she could already read my thoughts, and maybe she could, since she was my magic bunny.

And since I knew I had already lost the argument, I relented.

YVAINE

His eyes were hooded, filled with hunger, when he nodded with a husky, “All right.”

The intensity of his gaze made me feel clumsy in my stillness. “Really?” I fidgeted, watching his Adam’s apple bob.

“Really.” He let out a breathy, short chuckle. “We can do whatever you want. Just…” He paused. “Tell me when—if I hurt you.”

My nerves kicked in, so of course I had to blurt out the first thing that popped into my mind. “How about you remove your shorts?”

Logan did just that, and any remaining confidence I had evaporated the moment I saw the thing suspended between his thick thighs.

Capers.

Werewolf males were known to be well-endowed, but like any species, there were some who exceeded the standards. Logan was that example. Maybe because he wasn’t one. It made sense that he’d be big. But that big?

He cleared his throat, making me realize I had been gawking for the last…who was keeping count? I was too busy calculating the probability of that pipe fitting inside me without causing the equivalency of birth contractions.

“Yvaine?”

“Huh?” It seemed that my brain was no longer functioning. I mean, it was processing, calculating… Oh shut up! You are a doctor. You’ve seen plenty of penises in books and on plastic bodies and real people alike. No reason to start hyperventilating over one of them now. And, biologically speaking, vaginas are much prettier to look at.

But Stephen, how could he be that blessed? Or cursed.

At his throaty chuckle, I glanced up. He scratched the side of his head and ran his hand through his golden locks. Then I stared down again.

“I never thought that—” My eyes swiveled between my wrist and Logan’s penis, comparing the two widths.

“Want to measure it? You can do all your doctor experiments on Rudy Junior if you want to.” His voice turned raspier, intimate. “We wouldn’t complain.”

“That’s not what I…” I trailed off, my voice silly. “What do you do with it when it’s not erect? Use it as a belt?”

He howled out a laugh.

“Stop!” I whined. “I preferred you when you were scared of me.”

He patted my head. “It’s okay, babe. You can look at my dick for as long as you want. Should I make it dance? I can.”

I gave him the stink eye, trying to push him away.

“What are you gonna do with these cute arms?” His expression was glowing with sardonic glee.

I was about to inform him that my biceps had enough strength to euthanize him when I realized we had a problem. I can’t believe I didn’t think about this before.

“Um, Rudy, actually⁠—”

“Changed your mind?” His lips parted slightly. “I’m sorry, I’m such an idiot.” He cursed, my eyes widening. “I shouldn’t joke about my dick, I was just trying to lighten the mood! Your eyes on me almost made me come⁠—”

My raised palm silenced him. “It’s not that. I was just wondering what to do since we don’t have condoms.”

“Ah.” He blushed. “Don’t worry, you aren’t ovulating.” He sniffed the air, now making me blush. “As much as you…smell amazing…”