His curvy Luna

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Chapter 2

___ Benjamin's POV___

"It's all arranged, big bro. Here are the details, but please, I'm begging you, don't let anyone else help you," I nod and thank her, though I can't help but wonder why she's so adamant about that. Wow, that name. . . Ava. It's giving me that strange, expectant feeling I've been getting from the traces of scent on Brittney every time she comes back from there. But why?

I walked into the salon and was greeted by a skinny, fake bottle blonde with so much makeup on that she would need a chisel to take it off, along with those fake lashes. I'm surprised she can even open her eyes.

The way she eyes me seductively has my hackles rising. I can't stand people like her. Please, don't let this be the Ava chick I'm supposed to meet. "Good morning, I'm Genevieve, how may I help you, handsome?" she purrs in that sickening, fake, supposedly seductive voice. I sigh, relieved that she's not Ava.

"I have an appointment with Ava for a haircut," I reply, my voice borderline rude, skipping all pleasantries.

She huffs at my attitude, but she puts on a smile and replies in that sickly sweet voice, "Oh, uhm, Ava is running late with the client she's busy with, but I can help you immediately." This might be the reason for Brittney's comment about not letting everyone else help me.

"I'll wait," I reply, cutting off any ideas she might have. Turning around to walk to one of the couches in the waiting area, as I take my second step away from her, she purred out, "I see in the appointment book your name is Benjamin. Benjamin, I was just thinking that you look like a professional businessman who might be in a hurry, and just didn't want you to wait so long for Ava."

She seethes the last part out, and I wonder what's going on between her and Ava. "I'll. . ."

Before I can complete my previous statement, the most amazing scent hits me like a sledgehammer, and it all makes sense now as my wolf howls out the one word we've been waiting years for ° MATE! ! ! ! !°

As I turn around to see where she and her out-of-this-world scent is coming from, I see the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, as if she was taken directly out of my dreams.

My breath hitches as I stare at her. She has a fuller figure with stunning natural golden dark blonde hair with sun-kissed highlights, hanging in wild ringlets that reach her glorious, slightly rounded rear that looks wonderful in the tight stretch jeans hugging her just right. I don't know who this dream girl is yet, but I plan to find out no matter what. "Genevieve! Trish has been waiting for you. What are you doing?"

That voice, oh my word, she sounds like an angel.

"I'm busy with a client!" replied the bottle blonde in the rudest tone, then demanding with sarcasm, she continued, "You can start her blow wave while I help my gent."

"I can't, I'm waiting for..."

The angel tried replying but was cut off. "Trish is going to be late. Go on and start her while I help my..."

I cut this woman off, because first of all, her attitude toward this angel was pissing me off. Secondly, where in her messed up head am I anything of hers? "I told you I'm waiting for Ava!"

I raise my voice as I speak, and then the angel notices me for the first time, alerted to my presence by my dismissive statement to the bottle blonde. I can hear her gasp and her heart rate raises. Then, I can see the blush on her cheeks as we lock eyes. Those eyes are the most tantalizing cobalt blue eyes with navy limbal rings, looking not just at you, but into the depths of your soul. I have to readjust myself again because all I want to do is get this beautiful angel under me, and I don't even know her name yet.

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___ Ava's POV___

I heard his voice before I saw him. As I looked past Genevieve and locked eyes with him, I could feel my cheeks warm up with a blush, and a gasp slipped between my lips. My heart was doing somersaults in my chest.

I don't think I've ever seen such an attractive, well-presented, drop-dead gorgeous, well-proportioned man with an aura that radiates confidence, presence, and ambition. my mind started playing scenes of how he could ravish my body. . . oh wait did he say he was waiting for me? Oh no, he must be Brittney's brother. Why didn't she tell me he was so handsome? How am I going to survive this haircut? At least I checked what his name was earlier, so I don't have to make a fool of myself now.

"Hi, you must be Benjamin, I'm Ava." Oh my gosh, the smile on his face when I said my name... Was he happy that it was me helping him, despite his dismissive tone when he was speaking to Genevieve?

"Hi, Ava. Yes, I am Benjamin. Brittney has spoken about you with high praise. It's good to meet you, and I'm looking forward to our relationship." Why did I get the feeling that when he said "our relationship," he was talking about more than just a hairdresser and client? Wait, no, don't go down that road, Ava. You just met the guy, and why would someone as attractive as him want someone that looks like you? Frowning, I reprimand myself.

"Why the frown? Everything ok?" He asked with a slightly confused look on his face. Did that look like hurt in his eyes? But it was gone as soon as it appeared. With a heartfelt smile, I replied, "Oh, sorry, yes, everything is fine. Thank you. You can follow me."

He smiled again and followed me as I led us to the washroom to wash his hair.

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___ Benjamin's POV___

It's her, it's her, she is Ava, the one that my sister can never shut up about. And that my wolf and I want and have been waiting for. But why was she frowning? Did she not like me? What was she thinking?

I followed her to what looked like a washroom with lounging chairs and hairdressing basins attached to them. There were five of them, and the room had a relaxing setting with the main lights dimmed and a curtain of optic fiber fairy lights covering the whole roof in this room. It was stunning and calming but romantic, and that's all I could think about. This room was quiet, and there was no one else except the two of us, which made my heart beat a little faster as the thought of us being alone in a romantic setting excited me and my wolf.

Usually, when a wolf and she -wolf are matched to be mates, they grab each other to run off to immediately complete the mating and marking process, except for a handful of situations. But Ava is human, so I need to find restraint because running her home sounds very alluring right now, but I know I can't.

I wanted to keep talking to her but didn't know what to say. I felt like a

teenage boy wanting to talk to his first crush. She led me to the last chair in the room and asked me to have a seat. After I sat down, she placed a towel around my neck and went to stand behind the basin. She told me to lie back, and when she touched my head to start the washing process, sparks were radiating through my body from where her hands made contact with me. We were in comfortable but excited silence while she washed and massaged my hair and scalp. I was having an extremely difficult time getting myself not to grunt or moan at the pleasure that was currently coursing through my body. My restraint that was already wearing thin shattered even more when I was hit with the scent of her arousal. Her stunning voluptuous , curvaceous, full-figured body flashed through my mind, making my restraint now hang on by a tether, and thinking straight was near impossible.

I’m afraid that I might be sporting a wet mark as my Mr. is leaking pre c*m like a fire hydrant. I am glad the lights are dim.

She said we were done and to follow her to her cutting station. I had to readjust myself again. This was the most torturous yet exciting haircut I have ever received.

I am not sure how yet, but I need to make her mine. She is human, but she is my mate. I need to woo her and take my time. That is going to be difficult, but I'm up for the challenge.