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“Like what?” I said.
He ignored me. “And I’m not saying thatthis—being atithe— is a situation that men get into anyway, but it doesn’t actually matter. Being a man doesn’t mean you’re not vulnerable, not in the end. Here’s the thing. They do it to everyone, men and women both.”
“Do what?” I said.
“Force you to do things,” he said. “Take away your choices. Impose their superior strength on you. Make you submit. It doesn’t matter whether you’re a man or a woman, there’s always just someone else who’s dominant. But you survive it, you know, it’s okay. We all survive it.”
“Right,” I said, nodding. “Right.”
And that was when I noticed the gate was opening.
5
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WHEN THE GATEopened, nothing was revealed on the opposite side except a grass hill. In the distance there were trees. It was autumn, chilly outside, and the trees were shedding their leaves, half bare against the night sky, easy to see in the bright light of the white, fat, full moon.
There weren’t any wolves to see, not at first.
Then, I saw movement and my eye darted towards it.
I’d seen them before, the werewolves, in videos and news reports. And I guess, I’d seen them up close, when I was a little girl, but the thing was—there were just missing parts of that night, the night that my mother died, things entirely blotted out, probably by my own subconscious, to protect me.
I knew what they looked like.
They didn’t really look like wolves. They had snouts and ears and teeth, but they had the capacity to stand upright, like a man. They could lumber down on all fours, but they didn’t necessarily always run like that.
They were huge. It didn’t make sense, right? It defies the laws of science. You can’t justcreatemass out of thin air like that, but when the change happened,boom. There they were, bigger. There was some theory that they had to eat a higher amount of calories before and after the shift, that the energy had to come from somewhere, but most governments hadmade it illegal to experiment on the wolves or to study them in laboratories.
I saw one, out there, moving forward, muscles rippling under his fur, gleaming in the moonlight, graceful and lethal.
My heart leaped into my throat.
And then he stood up straight and there was his erection.
I’d seen that, too, but I’d always found them kind of comical or oddly horrific, in the way that erections always seem to look, I suppose. I had to be in a certain state of mind to find the look of a penis arousing.
His cock was red and huge and weeping and just sticking out, obvious and enormous as he moved through the darkness, and I couldn’t stop staring at it.
My body tightened in a strange way.
I thought, for some very strange reason, about how I would like to put the head of that huge, hard, weeping red cock in mymouth.
Suck it, just suck it and suck it, try to get as much of it as I could into my mouth. It looked too big, like I’d barely be able to fit it in my mouth.
And that was when I thought about how it would feel in my pussy, how it would stretch me and fill me up and I couldn’t help but let out a little gasp.
Noah nudged me with his shoulder again, chuckling softly under his breath.
I glanced at him.
He winked at me, a knowing sort of wink.
I shifted on my feet, turning back to the open gate. There were other wolves, now, and I could see them melting out from between the trees, some of them in little clumps of three or four wolves. All of them were staring back at us through the gate.
“This is different,” said Noah softly.
“What?” I said.
