What is your problem?
1048 Words
Dahlia stormed into the kitchen, scowling as she hunted for the coffee. She finally grabbed a pod and slammed it into the machine.
Jane strolled in. “Hey, farm girl, how’d last night go?”
“Well, first,” she said, continued with s****l moans and noises. “Then I passed out, and then it started again…”
“Got it,” Jane cut in. “You know you’re not his type.”
“Oh, you are his type?” Dahlia shot back.
“I’m mature, I have standards, and…”
Dan walked in, cutting her off.
“Morning,” Jane greeted him.
“Morning,” Dan replied, turning to Dahlia. “Rough night?”
“You have no idea,” she muttered, clutching her coffee.
She headed to her bedroom to change, locking the door behind her. Turning around, she found Hunter sitting on the bed.
“What are you doing here? I need to get dressed.”
“Go ahead. After last night, it’s not like I haven’t seen it all,” he joked, laughing.
“She’s driving me insane,” Dahlia snapped, her green eyes blazing.
“Dahlia, don’t let her get to you,” he said, moving closer.
His scent hit her, and she felt herself drawn to him. He leaned in to kiss her, and she didn’t pull away. His hands slid her bathrobe open, and she let him. Then his hand brushed against her skin, soft, as he kissed her again, tugging her closer.
She pulled back, breathless. “Hunter, I…”
“Okay,” he said, stepping away. “I’ll let you get dressed.” He left the room.
Dahlia sank into bed. “I want him,” she whispered, almost to herself. She paced, wondering why she felt so attracted to him.
The door creaked open, and he walked back in.
“There’s something I need to explain…” He stopped, noticing she hadn’t moved. “Dahlia?”
She walked toward him, her robe slipping open. She kissed him, and his hand found her waist, pulling her tight against him. The kiss deepened, his hands wandering, exploring, until she let out a soft gasp. He guided her onto the bed, his lips trailing down her neck, her chest, lower. She arched as his mouth found her thigh, and she came undone embarrassingly fast.
He grinned, pulling back. “Open your eyes, Dahlia.”
“No,” she murmured.
He kissed her again, his lips lingering on her neck.
“Should I keep going?” he whispered, his fingers teasing between her legs. Her eyes flicked open, meeting his gaze. She reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head, her fingers brushing against his chest. His hands worked at his pants, and she felt the heat of him press against her.
Hunter’s lips trailed down her body, teasing, until he paused, hovering above her. He thrust into her once, then stopped abruptly, his eyes widening as she gasped.
“You’ve never done this before?” Hunter murmured, his voice low. He moved slowly, drawing out every second until she was practically begging for more. Her body arched as pleasure surged through her, and he held her tightly, muffling her moans with his mouth before kissing her shoulder.
“Dahlia, look at me,” he said once they’d caught their breath. He turned her toward him, her head resting against his chest. “Okay, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have done that if I’d known.”
“Why?” she asked, her voice soft but curious.
“Last night, when you were on top of me, robe half-open, I thought…”
“I’m messing with you?”
“Yeah,” he replied, pulling her closer, his arm firm around her.
They sat in silence for a moment, his hand grazing her back, making her arch into him. He shifted, pulling her on top of him. His mouth found her breast, and she let out a quiet gasp. He entered her again, this time slower, more sensual, drawing louder moans from her that only fueled him. They moved together, unraveling in sync, his arm tightening around her as her body shattered.
Her head dropped to his chest, and she drifted off. Hunter smiled to himself. His mate. Now he just had to figure out how to explain it all. Carefully, turned her, then he slid his arm out, pulled on his pants, and stepped out to make a few calls.
When he turned around, Jane was standing there, arms crossed.
“Hunter, if you ever want a real woman, let me know,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness.
“I’ve got one,” he shot back without missing a beat, grinning. “She’s perfect.”
He walked past her and back into the room, waiting for Dahlia to wake up. As he sat there, inhaling her scent, he couldn’t help but think she’s driving me insane. He’d never known what it felt like to have a true mate, a fated one. It was like she was a part of him now, impossible to resist.
He laid next to her, petting her hair. She turned and their eyes met. He smiled.
“Feeling better?” Hunter asked.
Her hand touched his face, like she saw him for the first time. Her brows met like she was asking questions. His lips kiss softly.
“Hunter? Are you really a wolf?”
“Yes, and so do you,” he said.
Dahlia laughed. Then she saw his face.
“What?” She sat up. “How? No way, I would know…”
“Not necessary. Never shifted, I assume,” Hunter said.
“You know what? I will pretend you didn’t say that. I’m very hungry,” she changed the subject.
“Dahlia…”
“I will take a shower, and maybe we can eat breakfast together.”
“Of course, can I join you?” He asked her. “No response. I take that as a yes.”
They finally got dressed and about to go, opened the door to find Lupin standing there.
Hunter pushed Dahlia behind him. “What is your problem? I thought I made myself clear.”
“I challenge you, Hunter,” Lupin said.
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