The Farmer and The Wolf

Full Bodied

It's been a few days since that incident with the Hunters. The police had dropped by a day before and let Sam know that they have done all they could and were now allowing the Hunters to take over as whatever had left the body in the forest didn't fall under their jurisdiction.

In other words, it was supernatural.

Sam had been more on edge these days, but I wasn't sure because of the body found on her property or what happened with McCoy.

Wren had passed with flying colors of being in good health, with no internal injuries. She bounced back pretty soon after that nasty incident, terrorizing Chief once more. It was good to see her back to her usual mischief self, as I've been worried about her health ever since.

I've also been worried about Sam and the increased white strands in her hair. I figured it was a side effect of using her magick, as it seemed only to grow when she used it too much. I didn't want to ask her for fear she may get upset with me, so I only had speculation and theories to go on.

These days I've found myself sleeping on her bed in wolf form instead of in my room, most likely due to the wolf wishing to be close to Sam out of concern for her. So my mornings have been spent with a grumpy Sam trying to push me off her bed and grumbling about having my bedroom to sleep in. She didn't seem all that upset, which pleased the wolf and I that perhaps she enjoyed the extra company.

Today I had been working outside with Sam, busy fixing up the toolshed and making it more organized before we worked on shearing the rest of the alpacas.

Thankfully there were only a few alpacas to be shaved because I had enough of their vomit to last me a lifetime.

Some had been easy to handle, professionals, but others were bleating bloody murder no matter how much we tried to reassure them they were fine before they hacked it, green puke everywhere. My nose burned from the smell of stomach acid and stinky chewed-up cud and grass, and all I wanted was to take a shower at this point.

Sam must've read my mind because she waved me over, and I eagerly followed her. We exited the horses' pen and headed to the larger pond, making me a bit nervous.

Pond nymphs.

Shivers ran down my spine, and I became increasingly more cautious while Sam just strutted over in confidence to the edge. Then she did the unexpected and started to tug off her shorts. My face heated up, and I quickly turned away, looking everywhere but where a certain brunette was currently stripping.

I spotted Eve sitting there, giving me a judgemental look, and I just stuck my tongue at her childishly. I didn't go around just oogling naked females to my liking!

Eve made a wuff noise with a few air bites, almost like she was laughing at me.

"Fen?"

"Yes?" I called back, still keeping my back to where Sam was.

"What are you doing? Why do you sound so far off?" She asks. I heard water splashing and hoped to whatever higher being out there that she was entirely in the water.

Squeezing my eyes shut and slowly turned around, barely taking a quick peek to see if she was in the water, and relaxed when it turned out she was.

"I was giving you privacy," I muttered, walking closer. "You just started stripping without warning!" I exasperated.

Sam giggles as she swam around but close to the edge. Because of that, my wolf and I weren't overly worried.

"I thought you wolves had no trouble with nakedness?" She teases.

I stuttered a bit. "N-no! B-but I do have some d-decency when it comes to a naked female!" A huff left me as I stripped down and slowly edged my way to the pond cautiously.

Slipping deep enough into the water till it was up to my waist, I nervously glanced around to see any heads popping up. Sam swam by, her hand accidentally brushing against my stomach, causing me to flinch and my stomach tense out of instinct.

"Relax, wolf." She chuckles, sitting up in the water, thankfully cause it meant all her lady bits down from her neck was still covered by the water.

"I'm trying," I grumble.

"Is it the nymphs? They won't try anything, and the water is spotless." She slowly stood up, and my eyes widened, catching the revealing wet flesh, and I sharply tilted my head up to look at the sky. My face heated up again as my heart jackhammered away.

How she was so relaxed enough around me to be this free just amazed me.

"Feeennn!" Whines out Sam, feeling her hands brush against my sides, making me flinch again before a soft, wet, and very naked body pressed up against me.

This woman was going to be the death of me.

I could not help but be aware of how soft her sun-kissed skin felt against me. How perfect her body fit with mine despite our height difference. Even my wolf was purring in my head, egging me to get handsy with her, feel her up; grope her and f**k, did I want too so badly.

What was the f**k wrong with me?

"Fen?" Sam's voice sounded concerned, and I realized how hard I was breathing.

"S-sorry." My voice cracked, causing me to cough and clear my throat. "Sorry." It sounded normal this time as I struggled to try and relax. "I... I'm not used to having girls pressed this close to me." I confessed weakly.

"Oh," she was quiet. "Am I.. making you uncomfortable?"

I hesitated though my first reaction was to shake my head cause, f**k no, she was making me anything BUT uncomfortable. My hands had lifted to place on her sides hesitantly, hoping I wasn't crossing the line. When she didn't make a move to push them off, my hands relaxed fully on her sides.

"No," my voice was quiet, almost afraid to voice my thoughts. "It's... It's nice. Really nice, and I enjoy this more than I probably should." My mouth was starting to feel dry, as if what I was saying was a sin. Like I shouldn't be enjoying this.

"But you have to understand that this is killing me, Sam," I whine. "I have an attractive female holding me so closely and naked it as that!" My face was redder by now. It had to be with how hot it was feeling at this moment.

A chuckle left Sam as I felt her face bury into my chest as she held me tighter. Delicate looking but firm grip. She was something unique.

"I'm sorry," She didn't sound like it. "This is nice, and I do enjoy it." She was trying to butter me up into holding me longer.

I groaned before looking down at the top of her head. My wolf was egging me to let her do as she pleases, and I did. I quickly gave in because I wanted to be greedy and enjoy this too. I bit my lower lip, feeling her soft hands rub my back, massaging the taut muscle that had me shivering and relaxing.

She pressed closer, feeling her soft breasts squish up against my torso, and I hoped and prayed that my lower region decided not to act up. I didn't need a b***r doing any poking, even if Sam should expect such a reaction.

I lifted a hand from her side to pet the top of her head, trying to think innocent thoughts before feeling her face rub into my chest.

"You smell good." Her voice murmurs.

I squirm a bit but rub my hand down the back of her head to down her backside. "You do, too.." my voice sounded hoarse and strained from what was going on.

It only got worse as Sam's dainty hands started to smooth up my backside, feeling fingertips drag up my spine, causing shivers to rack out my body.

I was about to go into a damn rut if this woman didn't cease her innocent teasing!

I struggled hard to stay still as her hands explored over my shoulders and down my arms, feeling them poke and prod at my muscles. She had leaned her head back just a bit though I couldn't quite see her face clearly as her fingers laced with mine for a brief moment before her thumbs were massaging over the palm of my hands.

Her hands soon traced over my stomach, which tensed out of reflex, feeling her fingers prod and touch till her hands slowly moved up.

It dawned on me that perhaps she was trying to 'see' me in her mind's eye as she couldn't see me physically. This thought alone had me relaxing, letting out a soft breath, that perhaps this whole time wasn't some sexually charged situation as I made it to be.

It wasn't long before her soft hands found my face, one tracing along my jawline, up to an ear, as the other traced fingertips lightly over my lips. To have some mini revenge, I gently nip at her fingertips, eliciting a surprised gasp from her.

Chuckling, I glance down to see her hazy brown eyes 'looking' up at me. Her face was slightly flushed, and her teeth bit her bottom lip.

There was a sudden urge to kiss her, and damn, I wanted to kiss her.

Just what was going on with me?

I had never felt this strongly towards anyone before, this need to manhandle someone like I wanted to do with Sam.

I thought my attraction was just fascination and a nightingale effect or something, you know, being saved and taken in by someone. I chalked it up to that, but instead of disappearing, these feelings seemed to grow stronger.

Then a thought occurred to me.

Maybe... Maybe this is what other wolves always talked about, finding that One, that perfect someone that was meant for you.

A mate.

My wolf perked up at this.

I know I was still young, but I heard fable stories of werewolves finding that one person that created a strong attraction between them. I certainly felt like this was Sam.

Maybe it was a mate thing. It was the only thing I could think of, and I wondered if Sam, in some way, felt something for me. After all, who gets completely naked with someone they have only known for two weeks?

"Fen...?"

"Mm?" I snapped out of my thoughts, blinking a few times before looking down at Sam, realizing I was holding her close to me, my face even drawn close to hers.

So close I could smell her sweet breath fanning over my face—that and along with this morning's breakfast.

I licked my lips, staring at her own, now realizing how plush, sweet, and inviting they looked.

"What color is your skin?" Asks Sam softly, feeling her hands in my hair, gripping the strands lightly.

"Mocha color, I guess?" I shrugged. "I am half black though my skin tone isn't too dark. I can be mistaken for Hispanic if people don't pay close attention enough." I explained.

Sam nods, wondering if she still was trying to get a mental picture of me still. "Your eyes?"

"Green." I grin before cheesily saying: "Green like forest leaves on a springtime breeze." Sam giggles at my derpness. She had me smiling more before I nudged my nose against her temple, inhaling more of her sweet earthy scent.

"Your hair?" Her voice was growing softer. I felt one of her hands slip from my hair and roam over to my face, rubbing along my jawline.

"Black," I murmur, growing increasingly drunk on her scent. "It's short and messy right now because I had it cut a while back. The dreads they used to be in got too messy and matted. So I'm starting over." I explained.

"I even have a wizard hat." I teased next. "It's special, and it doesn't show up for anyone." I snickered.

A grin spread on Sam's lips. "Oh? Does it hide down here?" And one of her legs was pushing between mine, her knee dangerously close to grazing something hella sensitive down there. I made a slight noise of surprise, and Sam's laughter filled my ears.

Damn, my canines itch to elongate and bite into her, mark her up as mine.

The thought dazed me alone.

Fūck, I was growing possessive of her. Or was it my wolf? I couldn't tell at the moment, but I really, really wanted to kiss her.

"Fen.." I heard her mewl. Sweet fūcking shït that made my loins burn and ache. The sound was sinful in itself, and I had to look at her to see if it was my Sam I was holding and not a pond nymph.

Her scent alone told me it was her. No one else could smell like wisteria and orchids.

I brushed my nose against her own, drawing closer as I could hear her heart beating. Her hands had grasped my shoulders as I pulled her closer to my body, almost picking her up.

Our lips were so close that I swear I could already taste them. My head was buzzing from getting off her delicious scent alone.

"Samira!" An unknown voice called out—a male voice.

It was enough to snap us both out of this drunken state.

I felt Sam stiffen in my arms, and I wondered if she realized the mistake she was about to make. I wasn't going to lie; that alone made me feel hurt.

The male called out again, and the brunette released a soft curse.

"Why is he here?" She grumbles to herself before patting my chest and giving me a strained smile. "I'm sorry." I wasn't sure what she was apologizing for, and before I could ask, she was moving away from me, climbing out of the pond.

I quickly looked away when I saw her nude rear and felt my heart thump harder from what I had glimpsed; a nice perfect, round, bouncy ass. My hand itch to take a swat at it.

I groan and dunk myself into the cool water, hoping to cool down this burning fever in my body. Just what was happening to me?! I was never this perverted! I never had such naughty thoughts like this towards anyone!!

Uuggh!!

I surfaced again, shaking my head before standing there, just dripping wet. I heard a splash and whipped my head around to see mossy green hair and wide blue eyes. There was giggling nearby, and I felt my body run cold.

I forgot about the nymphs!

Quickly I made my way out, grabbing my clothes and glancing back to see more popping up, looking at me hungrily, and I shivered in apprehension.

Shaking myself to rid of any excess water, I quickly tugged on my shirt and boxers as I walked across the grass back to the kitchen door. I wonder if whatever transpired between Sam and me had something to do with the nymphs. Besides knowing they lure humans to their death and eat them, I wasn't sure if they could influence the situation I had just been in.

I sighed, my mind a mess, and barely hitched up my basketball shorts as I entered the backdoor to the kitchen. I was too into my thought. I hadn't realized there was another scent till a voice called out to me.

"Who are you!?"

Startled, I glanced over to see a male my height with broad shoulders, messy brown hair, and hazel eyes. He was a pretty good-looking guy, but that was beside the point as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I should be asking you that!" I growled, turning to face him. The stranger frowns more, setting down a sandwich he has been snacking on, and I don't know why, but that made my hackles rise.

Just who the heck was this guy to come in here and rummage through the pantry as if he owned the place.

"I'm Aaron, Sam's fiancé." He introduced himself, arms crossing over his chest. My eyes widen slightly.

Well f**k.