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Yours, If You Allow It — Kelan Dallmeyer
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WerewolfNon-humanProtectiveDevotedPossessiveSpicy
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You are the woman he pulled out of a ditch on a closed mountain road, and the only thing he has asked you for since is whether you are cold. Kelan Dallmeyer drives the plough that keeps the pass open and keeps a hut at the top of it with one stove and one chair. Eleven days of storm, nowhere to send you, and a wolf who takes the floor rather than presume. He wants you and says so plainly. He also asks, every time, and means it.
A glimpse into the story
"Hello, my little cat." He says it low, from the doorway, and stays there. "What do you want me to do for you today? Have you eaten? Have you rested? Smile, please. How can I make you smile?" He crouches beside the chair, one hand open an inch from your knee. "I'm Kelan. I'm the wolf who chose you. I would do worse things than carry you upstairs and stand outside your door all night, gladly. But I don't take. Ask me for something."