Page 2 of Not Me in A Hurricane

Sometimes an oblivious alpha is cute. Right now, I just rolled my eyes at him.

@NOTMEINAHURRICANE

I’m here. My house isn’t empty because I’m here. If you come here, you’d find that it wasn’t empty.

While he took his time to reply and probably face palm that he missed such an obvious flirtation I went to check out his profile. @StuckHereOnVacation’s real name was Sheridan. He went by Rydan. Because of course he did. Well, Ry was taller than me and a bit broader than me and that was saying something because his furry ass was a wolf, and I was a dragon who worked out most days of the week recently. He had dark hair and shimmery blue eyes that looked sort of green in some of his profile pics.

@STUCKHEREONVACATION

Sorry. Storms fuck with my head. My wolf is not liking this. Pack animals and all.

@NOTMEINAHURRICANE

Do I need to come save you?

@STUCKHEREONVACATION

Uh… Maybe depending on how far away you are. Can you drop your pin? Or hang on. I’ll drop mine first. Sorry. I swear I’m not a serial killer or something. This thunder is just getting on my Frost damned nerves.

@NOTMEINAHURRICANE

You’re a Hemlock Wolf then?

@STUCKHEREONVACATION

Halfway. Half that and half Appalachian Wolf Pack.

He dropped his pin. He was about half a mile down the beach from where I was staying.

@NOTMEINAHURRICANE

Cool. Moonscale Dragon and Cromwell heir.

I sent an eyeroll emoji just so he knew I wasn’t being boastful about any of it. Hell, most statesiders didn’t even know who the Cromwells were.

@NOTMEINAHURRICANE

And I’m about .5 miles from you. Want me to come to you or??

@STUCKHEREONVACATION

I’ll come to you in case my brother shows back up. Can you drop your pin?

I did and then I went on the back porch that faced the beach and waited for him. The rain moved in over the ocean and I hoped Rydan didn’t get soaked to the skin by the time he got here. I’d warm him up, but the smell of wet fur clung to everything. Especially wet canine. Foxes were only sort of canine if you asked me. At least, I was only sort of canine. Wet scales didn’t have the same lingering smell as wet fur.

“If he’s good enough at what we need it might be worth it,”my dragon yawned.

He wasn’t entertained yet. Texting or sexting did little for him. Neither did photographs. He needed scents and touch and the grazing of teeth before he decided if someone was worthpolishing up his scales for. What could I say? My guy on the inside had high standards.

Ry – as I decided I’d call him – jogged down the beach. His photos hadn’t lied about how broad he was nor how his eyes glimmered bluish green in the stormy lights. He was gorgeous as his hair swayed in the wind. It shifted directions and carried his scent to my nose. My dragon breathed deeply, taking him in and testing him out. He smelled like woods. Even this far out on the beach he smelled like the woods and the pine trees he must live around. He smelled like fur – but warm fur, the sort of scent fur gets by the fire on a cold night.

Ry grinned like the cat who was about to chomp down on the canary. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and he had one of his nipples pierced. A bet? A style choice? Didn’t matter. The rose gold looked good against his skin. I beckoned him with a single finger to follow me into the house. He was halfway up the porch steps with the next crack of thunder tried to murder us. His wolf yelped and I snatched up his hand, tugging him up the steps and inside the safety of the house. The clouds above our heads burst, letting loose their heavy load as the door shut behind us. I laughed, trying to force the tension from the air.

“Did you shut the house down before you left?” I asked, cringing internally at how ‘mate’ that sounded. I wasn’t here to be his forever, but I didn’t want to see pieces of any house whipping around the beach where I was staying.

“Yeah. Things good here?” he glanced around.

“Let’s check one more time,” I nodded. “Think I got everything, but I plan to be distracted.”

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