Page 61 of Bewitched By the Werewolf
“Me. They’ll smell me on you. They’ll knowexactlywhat we’ve been up to, and no other male will dare touch you because they’ll know you’re mine.”
“But I showered,” she protests weakly, slouching in her seat. It’s cute.
“It’s not something on you as much as in you, Red.”
Her face turns beat red in an instant and her mouth drops open. “They’re smelling your cum? Gross.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “It’s not gross to us, it’s normal, especially for shifters. It’s part of our baser animal instincts. We like to scent mark what’s ours, either with pheromones and skin contact or with a stronger more longer lasting scent, like sex. Mixing our scents together makes them stronger and more obvious to others that we’re more than just friends.”
Reaching over I grip her thigh and slide my hand higher until I can feel the heat of her pussy against my palm. A low purring growl rumbles in my chest and the vibration travels down my arm and to my hand pressing against her. She squirms but doesn’t push my away, she likes it too much.
Her hand covers mine between her thighs and she presses it down harder. “So, you’re saying with just one sniff everyone will know how hard you fucked me?” Her voice is soft and mischievous, playful even. Teasing me, as she likes to do. I like her teasing.
“Yes, they will. And the more you rub my hand against your wet pussy, the more I’ll smell like you too.”
“Good.”
She rubs my hand against her more, coating my fingers in her scent. I’m going to look like a loon, because I’m going to be walking around with a hard on sniffing my fingers for the rest of the day.
I pull up behind her trailer and reluctantly pull my hand from her holy land. “Go get changed before I strip you down and bend you over the hood of my truck.”
Tess grins at me and doesn’t look at all concerned about being fucked out in the open where someone could see us.
“Maybe later,” she says winking at me before hopping out of the truck and sauntering over to her trailer.
I groan and drop my head back against the head rest. My cock is painfully hard after that little interaction, and I have to palm it and stroke it through my jeans to ease the ache. It’s like I’m horny twenty-four-seven ever since that first time with Tess. My body always ready and willing at any moment to have her.
This is going to be seriously inconvenient.
Minutes later Tess exits her trailer in another black outfit, wearing that flouncy black dress I saw her in atBlue Moon. The one that shows off her mile long legs and gives me easy access to fulfill my earlier threat of bedding her over my truck. This time it’s paired with her leather jacket and combat boots. No sexy black stockings. Her hair is down and slightly curled blowing in the wind under a wide brimmed black hat, looking like a sexy witch, and the ache in my groin returns. Her skirt hits mid-thigh and there are so many possibilities with an outfit like that. I’ll have to save them for later because right now my female wants to meet a fairy.
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I decide to take Tess to see Larken and ask her to share her true form with her first. Since they seem to have createda friendship and Larken is more of a modern non-human than the older more traditional, set-in-their-ways ones, I figured she would be the best choice.
Being sheriff and beta means I have everyone in town’s phone number, both a good and bad thing. Right now, it’s a good thing, because I was able to text Larken this morning and ask her to meet us atDaisy’s Gardens.Our local flower nursery and public gardens run by Tobias’s mate Sage and his sister Daisy, both earth nymphs. It might make for a good opportunity to talk to Daisy too. Since she’s a half-breed her ability to glamour is weak and she is normally always in her true form, half human and half nymph.
We pull up to the nursery and park, heading for the gravel path that leads to the outdoor garden path and glass green house on their property. There’s also a two-story cottage farther back on their land, behind the gardens, where they live together. Daisy and Sage’s parents used to run the nursery, and Daisy grew up in the cottage behind the gardens. I think that’s why they named the nursery after her. She’s always digging around in the dirt and talking to the plants.
This place is a haven for the young half-breed. With her inability to glamour for long periods of time having a place like Snowberry, where no one judges her for her appearance and accepts her for who she is, is important. She’s one of the many who would suffer greatest if we were exposed.
Now that Tess seems to be on our side, I don’t fear showing her the truth and sharing people like Daisy with her.
The gardens aren’t busy seeing as it’s a Monday and will make for a great space to show Tess Larken’s true form. Hers doesn’t differ too greatly from her human glamour so it shouldn’t be too shocking for Tess.
I don’t see her when we enter the outdoor gardens, filled with green bushes and trees. Flowers bloom and open towards thesun. It’s a warm day for late summer, soon enough the weather will shift, and autumn will set in, the temperatures dropping and then the snow. I love winter. The scent of the fresh crisp cold air is always soothing.
I steer Tess down the path and stroll slowly, killing time until Larken arrives.
“The flowers here are beautiful. I always had such a hard time getting anything to grow. I would love to be able to grow such a beautiful garden.”
“Kind of hard to do living in a trailer.” My words are soft but possess a pointed edge. I want her to know, to realize, she can stay here, build a life here. Plant her garden and tend to it if she so wishes. Allow something to grow.
“Yeah, I guess so. Soil is heavy, not sure my truck could pull that much weight.”
Always such a smart ass.
“That’s not what I meant, Tess.”
