TEN

-Fiona POV-

“Are there any clothes you can pick up, somewhere?” I ask him.

Hunter shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. I had only two pieces left over the years. And I, well, I ripped them apart during a shapeshift, the moment I smelled you earlier..” He winks at me.

I feel how my cheeks are turning red and I look down to my feet. “So, you had only one set of clothes?” I ask, softly.

“Yes, that’s why I’m mostly shapeshifted when I’m alone. I like being on four feet.”

That’s unusual. I frown my forehead. “Like, almost always?”

He nods. “Yes, only when I have to make dinner or when I need to do something with real hands.” Hunter smiles. “It’s a bit difficult to filet a fish with paws…”

“But, most werewolves don’t stay in their wolf forms that often. I’m a bit surprised, to be honest! I didn’t know that was an opportunity! What does your wolf think about it? Like, he’s fine with it?” I ask, surprised.

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t he? He’s just me, right? He’s me and I’m him. There’s no difference, if you think about it. We already share thoughts, he’s in my head the whole time. It’s normal. Well, that’s what I thought before you brought it up. Isn’t it normal?” he asks, a confused look on his face.

I laugh out loud. “Well, you tell me! I’ve never met a person who likes to be a wolf that much! I guess it’s because you’re living on yourself, there’s no need for communication or something. It makes sense. But no, “in our world” we live our lives mostly in our human form. Most people shift only once a day. For a run, patrol or just to stretch their legs.”

“And you?”

I look at Hunter and raise an eyebrow. “What about me?”

“Do you like your wolf?”

“Of course I do! She’s lovely, she’s part of me.”

“That’s the difference I guess, your wolf is part of you. My wolf IS me.”

Hunter stays silent for a moment and I think about his words. It’s interesting…

“I like my wolf, she’s the better part of me, I guess.”

“Why? There’s no such thing as better or worse when it comes down to you or your inner self. The two of you complement each other.”

I look in Hunter’s eyes, I can see he’s dead serious. “It’s just because I’m normally not very talkative, or bold or something. My wolf does. She’s fierce, she knows what to do, always. She never doubts. I wish I could be a bit more like her.”

I rest my chin on my knees and wrap my arms around my lower legs. I feel how Hunter comes close to me and his shoulder touches mine. My heartbeat is raising, knowing he’s this close. He whispers: “But that’s the point, Fiona. She is you, in some way. You can be her, the way she’s you too.”

“If you say so…”

He continues: “For real, when I see you, I see a determent, smart and stunning woman. You’re gorgeous, Fiona. And that’s not because my wolf is saying that the whole evening already.”

I chuckle. “Stop..”

But to be honest: I don’t want him to stop. I’ve waited for this my whole life! Somebody that sees me, for real. Somebody that says I’m beautiful, because he means it - not because he wants to share a bed with me. Although I wouldn’t stop Hunter, if he wants to right now.

STOP! Fiona, stop! I’ve got to get my shit together, what would he think if he knew? I look to my right and his eyes are definitely close. “What?” I ask, confused by his look.

“That’s what I was thinking as well. You were somewhere else with your thoughts. Good thoughts?” he asks, cheeky. He holds his head a bit angled and I can see his dimpled cheeks. His long, black hair covers his left blue eye, but I can see he’s amused by the situation.

I slap his shoulder, playfully. “Oh you! Yes, they were good thoughts.” While I say that, I see how the blanket fell off his shoulder by my slap. I see his pale skin. I already noticed he’s thin, but he’s still muscular and I want to feel his muscles. I raise my left hand and touch his skin, it’s surprisingly soft. Sparks are dancing between my fingertips and his shoulder. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling.

“If you keep doing that, my wolf will take over soon..” Hunter whispers in my ear. The sound of his raspy voice is making my flower leak. I close my legs tighter, hoping he isn’t noticing it. I carefully pull my hand back, not sure if I want to.

“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t h-help myself.” I stutter.

He clears his throat and repositions the blanket. “What do you want, Fiona? I don’t have any clothes to put on and I’m sure it’s affecting…” he opens the blanket to look down. He looks back at me again with a smile on his face: “...yep. He doesn’t mind, but it’s dangerous.”

I can’t help it, I smile with him. Knowing that something is happening between his legs, is affecting me too. I try to sit still, but a small button of me wants some friction. I wobble with my hips, trying to create some.

“I’m not sure what I want, Hunter.” I don’t dare to look at him. I feel how his hand is touching my cheek, sparks are dancing again.

“Are you sure you don’t know? Your scent is saying differently, Fiona.” He sniffs the air and I can see how his eyes darken, full of lust. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want, honey. So if you want me to go, tell me. NOW.”

Do I? Do I want him to go? I try to calm down the storm inside me, but I know it’s a start with no end. No, I definitely don’t want him to stop. I want his hands everywhere. I want to kiss him, feel him, ride him. I look into his eyes and I bow forwards. Our lips are close, I whisper: “I don’t want you to go, but I don’t want to let anything happen here, by the tent.” I give him a small kiss on his lips and immediately stand up. Hunter growls softly, from frustration.

I chuckle: “You impatient child, follow me silly. I saw a nice spot at the creek. There, we have some privacy.” I don’t look back anymore, knowing he will follow. I woggle with my hips, aware of how it will affect him. With every step I take, I feel how my flower is leaking more; she knows what is coming too...