CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER5

NOAH

When Lucas walked into the bookstore, I lost my breath.

He is completely and utterly divine! He has the face of a model, complete with hazel eyes, full lips and a strong jaw with a little stubble that gave him a rugged edge. He had lush brunette hair that I wanted to grip onto as he kissed me.

That face combined with his body, which was built like a god, made him irresistible. Large, defined muscles were wrapped in golden skin with a sprinkling of dark hair on his arms and a few peeking out of the top of his shirt.

My mouth had watered… until he started talking.

It was him. He was the wolf that attacked me. Okay, attack is a bit harsh. Had his very naughty way with me was more accurate. Sure, it had felt amazing, but afterwards I was left confused and feeling dirty, not in the good way either.

I briefly wondered if I'd committed an act of bestiality… but, I wasn't sure it could be considered that because he wasn't a regular animal.

He's definitely human too, but if he was covered in fur at the time we did the nasty, did that count?

Who the fuck knows.

The point is he was spouting some shit about us being mates, whatever the fuck that means, and said trying to stay away would hurt us both.

I didn't know if that was that a threat or a warning of some sort.

I watched him leave and let out a nervous sigh that I didn't realize I'd been holding in. I ran my hand through my hair and it brushed the bite on my neck, making me shiver with those tingly feelings again.

Ugh, I've got to avoid touching it.

I closed the front door to my store and locked it, then went to the back room and waited for half an hour before venturing outside, in case he was waiting for me.

Thankfully he was not.

I drove home, eager to get to my other personal little sanctuary. I checked my rear vision mirror around a hundred times, paranoid that he was following me but I saw nothing.

He knew where I worked now but at least that was a public area where I highly doubt he would do anything to me. I did not want him to find out where I live though. Unfortunately, he seemed like the persistent type.

I looked in my rear vision mirror again and saw a minivan, I doubted he drove that. A big, strong, sexy guy like Lucas, he probably drove something like a badass rustic Jeep.

I started wondering about him being a wolf. Was he born that way? Or was he bitten and turned into one? Does that mean there are others? Surely it must. He couldn't be the only werewolf to exist or how else did the stories and myths, well, maybe not actually myths, come to be?

My brain had been going a million miles a minute and my drive home was over in record time. When I got there, I locked all the doors and checked all the windows. Regardless of how gorgeous he is when he's human, I need to remember that he's also not a human. He's a werewolf that seems to want me, or want to keep me, or something.

I was getting ahead of myself.

He seemed to be an intelligent, civilized person who speaks and wears clothes. Most of the time. And he left when I asked him to. I honestly didn't think that was going to work at the time so, maybe he's not as bad as I thought.

I really should have asked him what the ‘mates' thing meant but I had started to panic. He's huge, like really huge and could snap me like a twig. Or toss me over his shoulder caveman style and kidnap me, taking me back to the woods to have his way with me. Again.

I wonder if he would do it as a human if he did?

He had an incredible body, I couldn't deny that, and with all those ripped muscles I bet he'd be magnificent in bed. I bet he was the dominant type too, he'd probably pin me down while he played with me, working my body over like a fine instrument.

Fuck! Fur, he sprouts out in fur. I need to remember that!

I reminded myself that even though he's a sinfully sexy human, he also turns into a giant furry werewolf. A Werewolf who had his way with me with no consideration to how I felt about it. Okay, that might be exaggerated, he was pretty considerate about my pleasure. And I suppose I never actually told him to stop.

And if we're really getting into the nitty gritty of it, once he'd slid that talented tongue in my ass, I'm pretty sure I started encouraging him. I think I may have also begged him to fuck me harder once his cock… his really smooth, firm, big cock, was inside me.

Shit, I'm making myself hard by thinking about it, this is so twisted. Why can't I get it out of my head?!