I shiver.
From cold. From fear. From deep fear.
6
Tyson
I’m aware of an escalating warming in my blood that began the moment I caught her scent. It went from warm to warmer, and then to hot when I finally laid eyes on her and her scent got even stronger when it was directly under my nose with no barriers between us.
And now that I’ve made the journey here and brought her into the house, it’s so fiery it’s bordering on painful as it shunts through my veins.
I need to take her, mark her, mate her. Ahead of that is the need to shelter her well, to make the space warm for her. These nurture urges are holding my appetite at bay. But just barely.
I’m not familiar with these urges to nurture, especially because the urge to mount has never been stronger for me.
Need gnaws, my wolf wanting to chew through everything to sate the hunger.
My body warmed to tell me. My body warmed further to provide warmth for her. As soon as this house is warm, I’ll mount her and then while she sleeps, my scent seeping from her pores and my essence leaking from her body, I’ll get more wood to the bedroom and the main room so that she’s comfortable. And tomorrow, I’ll get the dust, webs, and insects out and get food in for her. I think there are things here from when I was last here, and I’ll check to see if there’s anything usable. There’s money to get what I need, all that money Cornelius and I put into the floorboards of the garage, and there’s the truck. I’ll charge the battery and see if I can make it start.
Uncle said the day would come. One day I would catch scent of the one who was meant to be mine and then I would never want another. I’d want to cover her, sink my teeth into her flesh where her neck meets her shoulder and leave my mark while I take some of her essence into my body, to be there for always. I’d want to take her into my sleeping space, mark her, knot her, and fill her with my seed when she goes into heat. My scent on her would linger, let any male shifter know, know she’s mine. When he told me this, his eyes got shimmery and then he left and returned the next day smelling like he’d been inside a female. A familiar female, though I couldn’t place the scent. And it made me angry that he wouldn’t answer my questions about it. He told me we would shift early that year and go deeper into the forest. He didn’t want my questions. He hated questions.
Feeling her eyes on me makes me tingle with awareness even as I try to keep it from clouding my judgement, which wants to simply halt and fuck her raw. Having her run away? It made me harder. It made the wolf in me want to howl, to warn anyone to stay away while I chased her down and took her in the dirt, showed her who I am. That I am hers as much as she is mine.
I quickly build a fire for the second time tonight and glance over my shoulder at her. She’s cowering in the bed, her knees pulled against her chest, her eyes wide and on me. I leave the room to check on the other fire as well as slip outside and crawl into my den under the stairs to fuel up and start up the generators and do the other things I need to do to give the house electricity.
On my way back in, I bring her bags in and drop them on the floor before I open the double doors of the vast built-in wall cabinet of shelves and pull out a stack of bedding. I drop it on the edge of the mattress. Her large eyes are on me, tracking my movements. They’re filled with fear, but her beauty in the flickering firelight hits me square in the chest. I slip out to the bathroom bringing a towel. I wait as the water comes out brown and eventually runs clear before wetting the towel and wiping the dirt off my feet, thinking on the fact that though much of life as a man is foggy and foreign to me, I’ve grown up in this house and everything here feels familiar. I decide I’ll take a shower after. The water needs time to heat and my cock won’t wait another minute to have her.
I drop the dirty towel and turn. My cock stands straight up, pointing at what it wants as I enter the room she’s in. Her eyes land on it and the panic spikes in her. I see it. I smell it. Time to put an end to it. I crawl up the bottom of the bed and pin her on her back, her wrists at either side of her head.