Page 39 of Bewitched By the Werewolf
“I can see that,” he chuckles.
I’m surprised. I would have thought he would be upset that Tess is still here, but he just shakes his head at me as if it’s no big deal. This casually dressed, laid back, non-styled hair male standing in front of me is not the same person I grew up with. Hell, he’s not the same person from a couple weeks ago when he was so stressed about things going wrong at the blood moon, that he didn’t sleep for three days trying to plan out every possible thing that could go wrong, and how he would deal with them in three different ways. Being with Lottie has changed him. He found his mate and all of a sudden, he’s more calm, relaxed and happy. Whereas I’ve become a raging ball of frustration.
There’s no way Tess could be my mate if this is how I react to her. If I’m supposed to be all lovey dovey like Hunter, then there’s no way we’re mates. She’s just a frustratingly vexing female.
“Don’t worry about me or her. She hasn’t posted anything online about us or the blood moon. Ginger and I are making sure of it,” I reassure him.
Strangely I don’t feel like he needs reassurance, but I want to anyway. I want him to know I’m not slaking on my beta responsibilities, thought I may be shirking some of my sheriff duties off on Logan while I’ve been stalking Tess and obsessing over her and her scent. I should give him a bonus.
“I’m not worried. I know you can handle it, I have no doubt. What I am concerned about is you. You’ve always been so controlled and disciplined. It’s strange to see you so frazzled.”
“Don’t get used to it. I don’t plan on letting her affect me for much longer.”
Hunter reaches out and slaps a hand on my uninjured shoulder. The injured one is better, but still not one hundred percent yet. It’s definitely going to leave a scar.
“I have faith in you Ryder. I know you’ll do what’s best for the town.”
And I will. Even if that means forcing her out of town. The thought twists at my stomach. I don’t want her to leave, yet I know she may have to. Tess is the most confusing and tempting female I’ve ever met. Every thought I have of her is conflicting.
“I have to get back to Lottie. I’ll talk with you later, okay?”
I nod and Hunter immediately jogs back across the street and intoSticky Buns, eager to return to his mate. A strong desire to do the same burns through me and I almost follow him. But I don’t. Instead, I begin pacing again, mentally preparing for my next round with Tess. I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on her now that she’s purposely seeking out others to ask her ridiculous questions about werewolves. I know she’s just doing it to irritate me intentionally now.
Sensing her eyes on me, I stop and turn to face the bakery, where I instantly lock eyes with Tess. She holds a pastry in one hand and wiggles her fingers in a wave at me with the other, then promptly sticks out her tongue. She intends it to be teasing but it only ignites the part of me that’s confused on how I feel about her. Right now, attraction and desire are winning. I want to suck on that stubborn pink tongue until she’s whimpering beneath me.
My body goes rigid, and I can sense my muscles growing and expanding. The need to chase and claim clouds my thoughts. Shewould make for an exciting and challenging chase. She wouldn’t submit easily. She would make me work for it, and it would make catching her that much sweeter.
I can practically see myself chasing her again through the forest, this time I wouldn’t divert away. I would prowl and stalk her until I caught her under me. I would take her in the woods on the soft dirt forest floor, like many before me have. The chase is a primal need we all have. The desire to hunt and catch engrained in our DNA. To have to work for our prize only makes it that much more coveted.
But if what she mentioned about cameras is true, that would give her exactly what she wants. Me in my beast form on camera, proof that herwerewolvesare real. I’ll just have to find and remove all her cameras first. The first time I met her she was in the forest in a tree, supposedly bird watching. Now I realize she must have been installing these cameras. At least I’ll know where to start when I go and rip them all out.
I want to go find them right now, but with Tess in the mood she’s in I can’t leave her alone. I’ll just have to wait until later when she’s back in her trailer and I can go search for them.
My phone rings in my pocket and I answer it after seeing Logan’s name on the screen.
“Yeah?”
“Hey boss. Sorry to bother you but I’m gonna need some help on this one.”
“What’s going on?” I ask still watching Tess eat her pastry and lick her fingers through the window across the street. I almost don’t hear Logan’s response because I’m so focused on her tongue and lips.
“Genevieve is gardening naked again and won’t listen to anyone. She always listens to you for some reason. Would you mind coming over and convincing her to put on some clothes?”
Genevieve is an older fairy who has a penchant for nudity. Both in her true form and with her glamour, so even the humans without the ability to see non-humans get to partake in her nakedness. She believes clothes are a social construct that we should shuck, quite literally. Which, they are, but public nudity is not allowed in town.
I sigh and resign myself to leaving Tess to her own devices. “Sure. I’ll be over there as quick as I can.”
I hang up with Logan and take one more long look at Tess. She’s watching me now too. No longer taunting me with her tongue or waving at me. Instead, she watches me carefully, a hint of concern on her usually stern face. I give her a week smile and shrug my shoulders. Somehow, I know she’ll understand my meaning.
I’ll catch you later Red.
Chapter 22: Tess
My bank account balance is pathetic. I’ve been postponing creating more content for my only fans page, the only real income I have. Other girls can make thousands and millions through their only fans by making it their full-time job. I do it on the side to make enough money to keep me fed. Since I don’t have rent, mortgage, or utility bills it makes my monthly expenses lower but still real. There’s still auto insurance, medical insurance, waste disposal fees, satellite internet, sometimes I have to pay to park my trailer. And funds are running low, which means it’s time to upload new material to the sight.
I’m not diligent enough to have the high-level tier members. I don’t do private calls or messages, I don’t take requests or form relationships with members. I post my stuff and if they want to see it, they pay. What I post is pretty niche though. Lots of people flock to only fans for boobs, ass, dick, fantasies. I don’t do any of that. I’m more on the weird and unusual kink side of the site. Right next to the foot fetish and back of the knee people.
My specialty is hair. That’s right hair porn. I never show my face, I’m never naked and the only videos and photos are of my hair. I was surprised too that there were enough people out therewho wanted to see hair videos that I could make an acceptable income off it.
