I buried my face into my pillow and groaned. I was awake for the hundredth time tonight. This time it had been my 'therapeutic' candles that had woken me up. It was my fault I suppose. I should have known better than to have bought smells made of chemicals.
The scent that was supposed to be jasmine and baby's breath smelled like field grass and musk. Not the most relaxing smell. It was an amazingly yummy smell... Just not one that lends to easy dreams. More to the kind of dreams that leave you sweating. Not as if with the full moon being a night away hadn't given me enough issues with my hormones...
The thought brought this afternoon with Corbin back to my mind and I felt the familiar pang of pain and anger flood my senses for a moment, before the smell of field grass flooded my nose all over again.
My body ached as I kicked my blankets from my body, letting the cool night air touch my skin. I always slept with the windows open, even in the dead of winter. I hated the smell of my house, more than I hated the smell of the world of exhaust outside. I worked out of my home, which was wonderful because there was no need to call in after long nights, but terrible because it meant that strangers were constantly spreading their reek all over my home.
Tonight, more than most nights, reminded me of the reason why the open window was so welcomed. I could feel the pull of the moon on my skin like something alive, making my hair stand on end and my fingers itch. Without the icy breeze on my skin, I would have already been stripping clothes and flesh and running into the forest behind my home.
I really should get up and blow the candles out...
I bit my pillow as one last act of anger at having to move for my own stupidity, feeling just the tiniest bit silly at taking my anger out in such a way. My muscles bunched, ready to move, ready to roll over and climb from my bed and erase that mind numbing smell that was starting to make me itch in other ways than moon lust. I stopped with one eye open, my eyes immediately adjusting to the soft light that the moon was giving off, giving a light shine to my room. The light was smooth and steady, unflickering and solid.
I inhaled again, slowly, carefully, inspecting. There was no smell of burning, my eyes hadn't deceived me. I had extinguished my candles. I evened my breathing as I picked apart the smell that was not candles. Male. Very male, very werewolf and very interested.
My entire body jumped, I couldn't help it. The shock of the smell and the realization of what that meant ripped through me in a moment of fight or flight panic. This was my territory. I was not going to submit it to the first rogue wolf that passed through my home.
I heard him inhale suddenly, the first sound I heard from him. He was at the end of my bed, near the open window. Of course he was near the window. Why wouldn't it be my stupidity that landed him here?
I reminded myself as I let the anger start pour through me, that this was not the first male that had discovered me. I had already killed two, and that had been easy enough, they had been young, easy to lure into a position where it was simple enough to rip their throats out without a fight.
That had been, well, quite a while ago, but it would be easy enough to do it again. Same game, different player.
A growl rose into the air and it was not mine. The whole room become unreal in an instant. Where before I had been tingling from the moon, my skin was now on fire. I felt this wolf everywhere. I could feel fur and hands and flesh along every inch of me. His breath ran down my spine and sent a shock through me. I ached to raise my hips from where I was, face down on my bed. I heard the whimper hit the air before I realized it was me. I was whimpering! Whimpering for him to come to me, to leave the corner, where horribly he still was.
Wolf was inside of me growling and trying to escape my confines on her. She wanted out, and not to fight. I wanted to run, I wanted to stay and beg him into my bed. My muscled knotted and I felt the next whimper that was more groan rip out of my throat this time.
The male hadn't moved, the air was bitterly still around him. I could hear his breathing, too fast for how still he was. I had no idea how I knew, but I knew that this was his power that was licking down my stomach, trickling down my spine.
He was very different from the wolves I had run into in the past, stronger for sure, but there was something else. Something was older in him than even what I knew myself to be.
My thoughts were pulled away from wondering about who he was when another wave of his power hit me in a downpour. I cried out and bit my lip, unable to stop my hips from moving up, inviting someone I could not even see. Wolf howled and it was her voice that escaped my lips. "Please. Move."
Simple words always came with her, she was never comfortable with speech, and rarely spoke, even when she was in complete control of our body. She scratched her claws down my sides as my brain complained and screamed that this was not right.
