Chapter 8 8: Luther

Perhaps I should be ashamed that I’m surrendering to my baser instincts.

Perhaps, as a dignified Alpha, I should not be chewing panties in the bathroom.

And perhaps, if this is all true, then I don't give one single, flying fuck.

Gone is my worry that she’s brought me into the very building I own and live in. Forgotten is the fact that now four members of my pack have seen me led around by a human like a pet. 

The only thing that exists in my universe is the shape of her naked body shadowed in steam behind this curtain. Something came over me when we walked into her apartment, and she immediately started stripping. First was rage. Her dress was on the floor, and she hadn’t closed the door. She didn’t even notice when I closed the door and locked it with my teeth. 

When I turned back around, she was shimmying her panties down her legs and bared to me wholly. I felt as if I had been blessed by the Moon herself. I couldn’t control my body as I stepped forward and drew in a deep breath over her underwear. My body reacted before my mind could register what I was doing, and her panties were in my mouth.

Now I’m lying here watching her bathe while I suck and salivate over the taste of her. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know what's happening. Every wolf knows what this is, and just like every wolf that has ever experienced this, my mind is not my own. The truth does not register, just the carnal need to grab her and take her here and now. 

I need to spread her open and sink inside her, knotting and holding her until she can’t take the pleasure anymore. I need to mark her as mine, I need to possess and worship every inch of her as she does me. I need to claim my mate.

Mate…

Mate…?

She…she is my mate…

I stand on all fours and drop the panties. I’m moving without thinking, pacing forward like the predator I am. I open the curtain with my nose as she bends to soap her thighs, her calves. Her back is to me, her shaven core exposed in all its glistening glory. If I leaned forward, I could taste her. If I just could… just get…just a few inches…

My neck stretches, my right paw gripping the side of the tub for leverage. 

If I bite her now, she will change by the next full moon, which is only two weeks away. I could slowly reveal who I am without shocking her, then when we change together, everything will make sense. She will recognize me as her fated mate then. We will mate and be bonded immediately. She will be my Luna.

My eyes haze over, my vision blurring. I see nothing but carnal desire and feel nothing but the insatiable need to taste the flesh of my one true love and make her mine for eternity.

So, of course, I don't notice when she looks over her shoulder, spray hose in hand, and sees me coming at her with my teeth bared and my tongue out as if I can’t decide which I want to do with that ass first.

“Fluffy! Oh my god!” Chrissy screams, moments before hot molten lava masquerading as water hit me straight up the nose.

The sound that comes out of me can only be akin to a small pup who experiences pain for the first time. I’m not proud of it, but there it is. I yelp like a newborn puppy in distress and hit the ground rolling. I can feel my body trying to shift to protect itself, feel the bones in my paw lengthening. I scratch at my nose and sneeze relentlessly, but manage to keep myself in wolf form. 

“Oh, oh gosh!” Chrissy cries, falling out of her bathtub and crawling over to me. Her pale skin is bright red, the smell of vanilla so strong I feel like I can taste it. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Fluffy! I’m so sorry!”

She throws her arms around me, and I get preternaturally still.

The only thing I know is her naked body is pressed to mine, and all I can hear is the thundering of my own heartbeat so loud and fast that I feel like I could pass out. The urge to bite is becoming all-consuming.

She leans back then, cups my face in her hands, and smiles. “Are you ok, my poor baby?” She leans in and kisses me on the nose. “All better?”

I lick her face, noticing the long lines of mascara from the shower. I try to lick her clean, but she pushes me away and stands up.

“So, did we learn anything from this?” she asks sweetly, tucking a towel around her, much to my dismay. “Did we learn not to drink out of mommy’s shower and scare the bajeezus out of her?”

That’s what she thinks I was doing?

I can’t help but feel smug. I give her a wolfish grin and then follow her out of the bathroom. I stay right behind her for every step. Not thinking about licking every drop of water off of her at all.

Not even a little bit.

I’m finding that my new favorite thing is watching everything she does. I watch as she puts on a pink ribbed belly shirt and matching shorts with a little lace ruffle on the legs. She throws herself on a giant maroon bed, then, sinking into the thick down comforter as if she jumped on a cloud. Her metal beadframe creaks a little, and the whole bed sways ever so slightly.

She’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I jump up on the bed beside her and lie down. The bedding feels as soft as I imagine Chrissy will feel when I sink my fingers into the plush flesh of her stomach.

“Oh! Oh, no, Fluffy! You’re filthy!”

I jump up, looking down at her once pristine bed, and find it covered in dirt and grime from our crazy night together. 

“I—” she yawns so hard her jaw cracks. “I will worry about that tomorrow, I guess. Just stay down there, alright?”

She gets up and pulls down the covers, wrinkling her adorable little nose as dirt flings up off the comforter around my paws. As she slips under just the sheet, she builds a barrier between ma and her with the comforter. 

“You stay down there! I’ll drop off my bedding at the dry cleaners tomorrow or something… right before I take you to the groomers.”

The fucking what now?