Love and Wolf

Chapter 16

Before shooting started, the director called a team meeting and Sirahi was slightly concerned whether or not they would talk about the elephant-or rather wolf- in the room and what had happened. To her surprise, he called Jamis over and instantly she had a knot in her stomach. He didn't show much expression as he walked over to the group and all eyes fell onto him as if he commandeered it.

"I just had a different vision. Miss Ayra, I know the sound of the music is a summer love. How about we use your bodyguard here as your summer fling. He's tall, good looking. That's what everyone needs is a good looking guy who will sweep you off your feet." The director who may or may not have been rooting for the other team said and she would believe it after his comment. Except she wasn't on board with that and she preferred Jamis as far away from her world as possible.

From the look on Sandra's threatening face, she closed her mouth and nodded to the man who seemed to be so pleased with himself. "Now look here Mr. Bodyguard, you don't need an acting degree. I just need you to want her like she is the last piece of meat on earth. Make it obsessive. Make it possessive. Like rawr." He purred with his hand curling in a little claw motion.

Sirahi was thinking he didn't have to try hard as she mentally snickered at herself and the director as they wrapped up the meeting. When the others had all left, Jamis was looking at her and she shivered because electric ran through them as if they both had conduits on them. She turned away from him to get a drink before shooting started again.

"Ready! Action!"

The director called and Sirahi was doing the pool scene once more as a very shirtless Jamis with swim trunks was set up at a lounge chair looking at his phone. When the music had cued and they had ran it through without it earlier, dancers danced and she could feel his gaze trail on her as he looked up from his phone. There gazes met straight on as he sat up and she saw his muscles flexed and moved under his skin as he checked her out when she walked past.

The scene was supposed to pan over to the beach where they would do more dancing and partying because summers there always had to be a bonfire.

When she couldn't see his expression as she danced on by, the director called cut and just like he said, Jamis didn't need to act much as he already had that crazed possessive look on his face when it came to her. They took a few more shots just in case when they edited the video there would be a missed take and they'd have nothing.

"Someone fan me." Sirahi heard one of the female- or rather a few females- say as she walked past. She knew who they were talking about and quite frankly with his height, rock hard abs, thick corded arms, and very tight ass, as much as she hated to admit it. Her mate looked quite the feast and there was some form of pride in her in having been able to see him in all his naked pride than all the others.

That took her aback as she realized that she shouldn't have felt that way. It wasn't in her nature to feel possessive or jealous but that was the unfamiliar feeling in her. She turned to look at Jamis as she took a sip from her water bottle and found he was watching her from a distance as the director was telling him something. Their eyes met and Sirahi turned quickly as she immediately felt her cheeks burn up from possibly having been caught.

She wasn't a teenager dammit and it wouldn't mean anything if she just so happened to have glanced his way by chance. That was what she was going to tell him if he asked. But she felt him near as if they were like one as she turned back around to find his naked chest. She could see the fine layer of dusty hair on his chest that led down almost like an arrow down his abs to trail down to where she may have started to become familiar. His tanned skin was complemented by the dark board shorts that was provided to him and she had to bring her eyes back up. Even though she reached up to his collarbone she had craned her head to meet his steel blue eyes.

"I'm surprised you're doing all this." She told him as she motioned to the crew and set with her hand. He was a man of few words and when he spoke he was always Alpha male so him doing what the director ask and told of him threw her off. She expected him to ignore all the humans and saunter off into her tent to play the role of her bodyguard so no one questioned his presence. "I need a sure reason for you to let me touch you more in front of their eyes." He said looking at her.

Sirahi laughed as she rolled her eyes. "You don't seem to have a problem with that. Even if I didn't want you to, you're still going to do it." She said and she remembered what happened earlier in her tent. Her cheeks felt warm as he narrowed his eyes at her and she could see his nostrils flaring. Thanks to him, she had to get a spare bikini bottom because the one she had one earlier had become soiled from their tumble and his semen had dropped out of her and settled into the bikini.

"Please don't tell me your doggy senses can smell...things." She said and the corner of his all too kissable thin lips curved into a smirk. "And if I say that it can?" He said and she could almost see his eyes glow as if he was about to transition to his wolf. "I don't want to know. As long as you can stay in your human form that's all I care until we get out of here." She said as she turned on her heels before walking away from him. She felt too warm, too out of her composure when she was near him.

Everytime they were together she wanted to jump his bones like she was the wolf and he was her prey. Sirahi didn't understand the intense need to want him or to want anyone for that matter. It was a feeling she was alien to and she didn't know if it was all Source members who were like this with their mates or if it was just her.