When I fall off him, panting for breath and my hand covered in dog jizz, I pull up my pants and do my best to look like I haven't just fucked a werewolf up a wall outside a club. The dog, on the other hand, just leans against the wall, breathing hard.
"You need to stop being such a good shag."
"They're gonna kill me." I look at him and actually feel a little bit sorry for him.
"Go home, put on the waterworks and call it rape," I tell him. That'll work, right? I mean, it might bring them down on me, but c'mon. I can run faster than they can.
"They know when I'm lying," he says shaking his head. I feel a shred of sympathy flicker across my face. I push his hair out of his pretty face, not sure why I'm kissing him. He kisses back.
"I still took advantage of you. It wasn't your fault."
"They're still gonna find out. And they're still gonna kill me." I tuck some of his hair behind his ears.
"Don't get killed. You're too pretty to die," I smile.
"Huh?" I chuckle.
"You're too pretty to die," I shrug, "and too good a fuck." His cheeks flush and I smile a little.
"I don't trust you."
"I'm not like other vampires, Fate. But I don't blame you," I peck him on the lips and step back, "see y'around." I go to leave, but his voice stops me.
"When... When can I see you again?"
"Whenever you want," I smile. What? He annoyed me at first, but c'mon. He's a good shag, and he's pretty to boot. I can deal with the smell.
"See, that's why I don't trust you."
"Well what d'you want me to say? I dunno how long it takes you to recover from the full moon."
"A couple days."
"See you in a couple days, then?" he nods and kind of grins. I return the grin with a smile, and leave. Where am I going? I'm going back to check out those pens.
The crackle of electricity fills the air around the pens and I sniff the air, glad there's no human scent there. Yet. I have a nose around and do my best to avoid being caught in the sights of the CCTV cameras I've spotted, but that doesn't mean that there aren't ones I haven't seen. There's a shed thing with... stuff. Stuff that I guess, would usually be used for farming cows, rather than humans. With a shudder, I put as much distance between myself and that place as I can.
Later on, I can't concentrate on my work. Sure the deadline's like, two day's time. Fuck it. I'm going to bed. I strip to my boxers and slip under the covers, rolling onto my side.
I nearly jump out of my skin when I notice Brendon in the window.
"You smell even more of that wolf, Brody."
"Fuck off," I respond almost automatically.
"Care to explain why?"
"Because you just watched me get undressed. Perv." I mean, sure, it's my fault for not noticing him in the first place. But who needs to check their window three storeys up for creepy vampires?
"I meant why you smell more of that wolf," he chuckles and I scowl.
"Why does that matter? I'm still more concerned that you spied on me getting undressed."
"You flatter yourself too much. I did not watch you undress."
"It's not self-flattery, it's paranoia that there's a creepy old vampire watching me strip."
"I have no interest in your body," he gives another chuckle and I eye him warily, pulling my duvet around me tighter anyways. Like that'll help if he does decide he wants to perv on me. "I'd appreciate it if you answered my question."
"I might've bumped into him again tonight while I was out hunting."
"What's it to you?"
"I told you to avoid him."
"He seeked me out, not the other way round."
"Regardless, further contact with him is not advisable."
"Whatever, man. I think you should be more interested in what I found earlier, than whether or not I get on with a wolf." He looks at me, waiting for me to tell him what I saw. So I tell him. When I'm done, his face falls into this thoughtful expression.
"This is interesting news."
"Yeah. There's that. And then there's the part where I still haven't made up my mind if you're the one that owns them or not."