Edward swam up slowly from sleep. It was nearly impossible to open his eyes for how warm and protected he felt. He nuzzled into the thick fur around him, searching for its warmth. The fur shifted and then he heard the heartbeat against his ear. He flipped his eyes open, took in the huge wolf he lay curled against.
Edward jerked away from him with a screech, but Adam simply yawned and stretched on the fur blankets. Adam laid his massive head down between his paws, dark gray eyes calmly watching him.
Edward's heart thrummed. His mind screamed at him to turn and run. But...though Adam had startled him, some deeper instinct told him he meant him no harm. This was Adam.... His captor. The insane man who thought he was his mate. This terrifying shape-shifter. But he would not harm him. At least. Not today it seemed.
He studied the wolf. He was more broad than a natural wolf, more muscled, the size of a bear. As he stretched relaxed on the blankets Edward saw he had an almost feline-grace to his limbs as well. He was rather lovely, when he wasn't panic-inducing.
"I have to empty my bladder. I'm NOT trying to escape," Edward said then turned from the camp. He moved only a few yards away and found a bush to hide behind. Did Adam really believe he would turn into a creature like that tonight? It was impossible. Impossible in its insanity.
And yet...he remembered his mother's face. Her round kind face with its dark blue eyes. His father, the king, similarly short and good natured. His brother, cut from the same cloth as his kind parents. And then there was him and his sister. Those odd kids running around the castle that stood inches taller than the rest of their family. That had strange bronze hair when everyone he knew had dark brown or black hair. He'd always known they was different. He just hadn't understood why. His heart ached. All these years his parents never told them the truth, why had they kept it from them?
Edward returned to the camp, found Adam back in his--nearly as--imposing human form. Adam caught his eye as he returned and smirked.
"I'm almost sad you didn't run."
"Why did my real father just abandon us? What happened to my ...... real mother?" he asked, in no mood for small talk.
Adam sobered, nodding as if he knew these questions must come.
"I don't know about your mother, but your father...Andrew..." he swallowed, as if debating what to say. "Well, our kind we don't often mingle with humans. I imagine your mother was just a passing impulse. Andrew though was very solitary, he never kept a pack for very long. So when he found me after he'd been attacked by...others he was already near death. All I know is his last thought was of you and your sister. And like I said I owed him a debt so me and my brother have been away from my pack for years now trying to find the two you."
Edward shook his head. It wasn't good enough.
"What if you're wrong? What if I don't turn into...a.... A wolf tonight?" he asked.
He crouched in front of the fire, but let his eyes slide up and down Edward's body. He shivered at the hunger in Adam's eyes. "It's Shifters. And I'm not wrong."
Edward moved back to the furs, he still wore only Adam's large shirt and the chill of the morning air left him shivering and covered in goosebumps.
Adam stoked the fire, glanced back to him. "I'll find you some better clothes today. I'll be gone a few hours. You can try to run again if you'd like, but now that I've got your scent, I'll find you," he grinned at Edward and he saw the excitement plain on his face.
"How far ARE we from my castle?" he asked.
"Several hours on two feet. Less on four," Adam again smiled knowingly. But then his face turned serious. "You don't want to go in that direction. When the change takes you tonight you'll be...dangerous to humans."
Edward shuddered, his cool gray eyes watched him, and he felt suddenly naked again.
"I still don't think I believe you."
He shrugged, suddenly rose from the fire and brought him a mug of tea. "Your belief isn't required. Drink that, it will warm you a bit while I'm gone. There are a few bags of dried food when you're hungry. I'd just relax today, stay warm by the fire. You'll need your energy for tonight."
Edward gritted his teeth, looked up to him as he held the warm mug to his chest. "Are you going to fuck me.... in ...?"
Adam blinked, crouched down in front of Edward again. He reached that giant hand of his to Edward's cheek and this time he didn't flinch away, knowing it might only provoke him. "It's not like that Edward. It won't be how you're imagining." He swallowed as Adam's rough fingers tenderly caressed his face. And he nearly believed him. His body did at least. The feel of Adam's long warm fingers against his skin sent a ripple down his spine, awakened the dull ache between his legs. Edward squirmed, pressing his thighs together, trying to push away the confusing rush Adam elicited in him.
And he knew, of course he did. Adam smirked at him as he squirmed and brought his hand to the back of his head. Gently he pulled Edward's face to his and planted the most tender of kisses to his lips. The feel of his surprisingly soft lips sparked the fire in him and before he knew it he was returning the kiss. Leaning into him, parting for him. His tongue darted into his mouth and he was reminded of the delicious things he could do with that tongue. A moan escaped his lips and he pressed more urgently into him. His mouth consumed Edward's, his tongue insistent and demanding.
With a gasp Edward pulled away and stood.
"I should be going," Adam rasped out. He pulled his shirt off, quickly stepped out of his breeches.
The blood rushed to his face as a suddenly naked Adam stood in front of him. Unable to stop himself he slid his eyes to Adam's heavy cock and a shiver of dread and anticipation ran through him. He suddenly felt the hard throbbing heat between his own legs. Blinking he looked back up to meet his intense eyes. They were nearly black with lust and he felt the air between them still as they eyed each other.
