Page 3 of Werewolf Heart

“Sara, Sara, Sara, Sara—”

Both Robert and the beast came at the thought. Only Robert felt the guilt afterwards.

The next morning Sara came back with store bought sandwiches, two boxes of orange juice, and three packages of lean beef. She helped him off the ground and unlocked the chains, and, bless her, did not comment on his half naked body or the suspicious stain on the ground. Sara let him shower his regrets away while she cooked over the stove.

Robert tried to tell himself last night’s incident was an one-time thing. His head wasn’t on straight—he had an animal taking over, so yeah!—that it was all instincts, adrenaline, an unfortunate cocktail of hormones. Then he made the mistake of sniffing the air around him. And inhaled Sara’s deodorant.

The young man wanked twice in the shower.

Afterwards, he put on some trousers and a t-shirt, and tried his best not to blush at the sight of his best friend.

Of course she smiled up at him as she set the table. Because whoever made up this world hates him.

“Hope last night wasn’t too much for you,” she said. And pushed her hair back. Last night’s perfume flooded the room. Robert bit his tongue. “You alright? You seem a bit tired.”

He coughed, stretched his limbs. “Becoming a werewolf on a full moon seems to be quite the workout.”

“I can only imagine,” she whispered, and put her hand over his. “I’m here if you need to talk, or scream. It must have been traumatising.”

The sincerity in her words made his cock harder. Her touch also did not help matters! But it would have been rude to brush off her hand, so Robert let her touch linger as his cock sprung to life. Guilt mixed with his need for relief. It felt like his whole body was on fire again, this time for very different reasons. He wanted to cry out from frustration.

Because Sara Ramos was a good person. She’d always been a good friend to him, even at times when she shouldn’t have.

She was someone you could be vulnerable with and know she would not judge or use it against you. Sara always cooked too much so Robert would actually eat something—God knows he didn’t always take care of himself—Sara was also fun and pushed Robert to go out more, it was thanks to her he was able to become comfortable in his own skin. This woman had been with him since school. Followed him to London and put up with Uni Robert—a fresh faced anxiety-ridden little mouse, who stayed in his room all day so he wouldn’t have to interact with people. She was there for the panic attacks. The stressed out all-nighters. That one time he got so pissed he could barely take off his trousers to take an actual piss.

Sara was also smart. And hard-working. Passionate about her many projects and hobbies like gardening, her cosy video games, and that one year when she was really into soap carving. The woman was funny and headstrong and all in all a wonderful person to be around.

And Robert was an awful, awful man for putting his friend in this situation.

“It wasn’t as bad as I hoped,” he said, trying to push his erection away. “It didn’t hurt? But everything was overwhelming. I could hear and smell everything, and I just wanted to be let out and run for— On second thought, I don’t think it would’ve been a good idea to hop around the fields. I’m afraid I’d have murdered a sheep by accident. After a while, it did calm down… It didn’t actually want to hunt.”

“It?”

“The wolf? It felt like a separate part of me, but still me, if that makes any sense. I—It didn’t want to hunt. So that was a relief.”

“Oh, what did it want to do then?”

He taped his fingers on the table.

“Uh, you know,” he said, wishing he could hit his head on the wall (several times). “Scratch his claws.”

She frowned. “What?”

“Like a cat! It just needed some r-relief, I think.”

Sara chuckled. “Thank God for that.”

When they got back to the flat things did not get better.

It was worse.

Every single corner of their home was drenched in Sara. Even the fucking TV remote smelt like Sara!

For once, the young man thanked the long hours at his job. Being a programmer is both a rewarding and thankless career, especially with gaming start-ups who have no idea what their game is yet, and that Robert should make it up as they go along—as if that’s how programming works—and although he believes he has finally found a company who knows precisely what they want to do, there is still crunch to deal with. But as another werewolf perk, this type of work doesn’t tire him as much as it used to. He still hates that he has to stay at the office far longer than he should. However, Robert thanks the small mercy that none of Sara’s smells can be found in his workplace. It would have been a major distraction. A person can only take so many toilet breaks before people start asking questions.

Of course when he gets home, it starts all over again.

Fantasies upon fantasies driving straight through other fantasies whilst bystander fantasies watch. Everything everywhere is calling him to fuck Sara!

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