It always took time for David to get used to being in a house. After weeks of sleeping outdoors, curled under a tree, or dug into a den, the softness of a bed was strange and uncomfortable. The sound of traffic was deafening and the street lights unbearably bright. But the warmth of the body nestled beside him certainly made the experience more palatable.
He knew he shouldn’t be there, naked and pressed up against Jaida. It was stupid. It was beyond stupid. It was colossally stupid.
He shifted on his pillow and recklessly rubbed his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deep into his senses. He could pick out her shampoo, her perfume, her soap. There was a hint of the bar’s aroma from earlier that evening, a little trace of oregano from the pizza she had eaten, and his own musk. The one that set him apart. The one his pack followed.
“It’ll just be for the night,” he thought. Then he’d leave. Just one night.
From the moment she’d caught his eye across the room, he’d been fascinated. Something about Jaida captivated him in a way no human woman ever had. He was instantly drawn to her. He had to speak to her. Touch her. Breathe her in.
When she went to the restroom, he had followed her. Not thinking what that would look like. He wasn’t up on dating etiquette.
He’d terrified her as it turned out. At six-foot-four, he towered over her petite frame. He’d apologised. Excused himself. But when he spied her still watching him from her seat at the bar, he made his move. If he’d been in his other form, he would have pounced.
He froze, holding his body rigid as Jaida shifted beside him. She stretched out her toes from under the sheets, making tiny mewing noises as she shuffled closer. Her leg wrapping over his. Her hand on his belly. Her soft cheek resting on his shoulder as she drifted back to sleep.
He should have left the moment she told him what she did. He should have got up and walked away. She was an animal behaviourist, who had just moved to the tiny Oregon town to study a new grey wolf pack that had been seen in the area.
He was their alpha.
When the moon was waning, he became a man.
But the moon would be full again in a week. Then he would change.
He shook his head and whispered. “Dumb, dumb, dumb.”
It was the kiss that had caused this monumental blunder. The one in the alley beside the bar. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her tongue in his mouth. That sealed his fate. Until then, it had just been a drink and some flirting. After that, it was so much more.
He had pushed her up against the wall and growled in her ear. A real growl. The one he would use in his other form. He’d felt her quiver below him at the sound, and he knew in that moment he was toast. He wanted her. He needed her. Fuck the consequences.
“Just two nights,” he thought. Then he’d leave. Two nights. Three tops.
The dawn light peaked under the curtains. He hadn’t slept. He usually didn’t sleep at night. That was when he hunted.
Jaida shifted, her hand drifting down his torso, skimming the bones of his hips.
He puffed out an embarrassingly shaky breath.
“Morning,” she said.
He turned towards her and without speaking, pressed his lips to hers.
He had a week. He could stay a week. Then, he’d leave.
©Amy Hutton 2021