The Prophesied Claim

Nope. Nope. Nope.

I'm not sure if I fainted before or after the wolf version of Alec licked my hand, but there was definite fainting involved. Like the sound of bones popping and watching them contort and change wasn't enough, the look of a huge beast where a seriously gorgeous man had stood seconds before was really enough to kill anyone. And me, I'm not an overly courageous person. More like a hamster caught on a wheel running and running and getting a whole lotta nowhere.

Pulling myself into a seated position at the farthest corner of the couch, I watch Alec lope back over to the couch, pants once again covering the lower part of his body.

Hysteria tinges my voice, and I hold my hands to my chest to still their shaking, as I decide enough is enough, "Because that's really f*****g normal. Let's just lay it all out why don't we. Yeah. Let's just do that. So, I randomly have s*x with a dude I don't know. Not his name. Nothing. Then, he gets me screwed into some bullshit extra work to make sure he doesn't like me. Then, then, I go on the absolute date from hell and this same person shows up to the s**t show. And, of course, let's not forget the gym. Yes, the gym. Finally, the finale, because Sirena's not f****d up enough yet. I bring the person to my house, where he proceeds to show me he is indeed a were-f*****g-wolf," my voice lowers to a panicked whisper, "Are you going to eat me?"

"Only a few times a day."

Despite the panic that threatens to close my throat, the suggestive response heats my blood. I cover my face with my hands, "Why didn't you leave me alone? You were so set that you'd hate me if you got to know me. What changed?"

His sigh is tinged with regret, "I called my dad. Told him what was happening. Told him I found you. That maybe I'd f****d up. He very soundly kicked my ass. Reminded me that finding a true mate is like winning the lottery. It's rare, and precious."

"Mate?" I question lifting my head, "What do you mean, mate?"

"You saw me change, Sirena. You saw the wolf. Wolves have mates. You're mine. Why do you think we're so explosive together? The s*x. The driving, nearly uncontrollable need for each other. It's the drive of mates. Not some tepid s****l attraction you'd feel with someone else, but soul-searing desire for each other." His eyes bore into mine, so intense in their declarations that I want to believe him. He isn't completely wrong in his assessment of how I feel, and it makes some weird sense. "And you're going into heat. Your wolf wants out, and she knows I'm here now. So, it'll just be that much more intense."

"Back up the bus. I might be able to accept that you have some weird hairy animal inside you, but I do not go into heat."

"Yeah, babe. You do. I can smell it all over you. My c**k's so hard anytime I get near you, I spent my lunch break jerking off to get a little relief after your date the other night, and it didn't help one damn bit. If f*****g Smith hadn't come knocking on the door I'd have had you against the chalkboard. Thought about having you suck me off right there in the parking lot. Then, you dropped those lacy panties. The smell of you. God. I've been going out of my f*****g mind."

Just listening to his voice is nearly enough to make me come. The need bordering on desperation. But, I'm still shaky and I have zero idea what's happening to me. And, I think I'm mad. Like super pissed off style mad.

"Let me get this straight. You're really into my smell, like the s*x, but had zero intention of even being nice to me until your Dad told you to stop being a d**k? You actually had to call him and say, "Hey, Dad, I f****d this chick from work, who smells really good, and now I can't seem to get away from her. What do you think? Is she important or some s**t?" that about how it went? Then, he was like, "Well, son, sounds like you found your mate, better go f**k her some more then scare the s**t out of her with your wolfy self, and while you're at it, better tell her her smell is driving you crazy. All the ladies love to hear that.""

I'm pacing the floor at this point, because who wants to know the super hot guy they've just had ridiculously good s*x with is just interested in the way they smell, and probably only hanging around because their dad told them they should be nice. When he doesn't respond to my tirade, it just makes me even angrier.

I stomp over to where he's seated on my couch, calmly eating Chinese food, and really not even paying attention to what I'm saying. So, I kick him in the shin, "f**k you, Alec. You can take your weird wolfy s**t and shove it. I'm not interested." I punctuate my distaste with a few pokes to his insanely firm chest, only to have my fingers captured and tugged until I'm standing between his outstretched legs.

"You know. You've got a really dirty mouth for a teacher. And all that anger you're feigning, doesn't mean s**t when I can smell how wet you are right now." He rubs his fingers between my legs dampening the thin cotton of my leggings. "Plus, mates in heat get pretty feisty about their mate. Thought you were gonna slit that poor girl's throat just for delivering food."

"Alec." I moan as his fingers continue their insistent rubbing against my engorged flesh. I want to be angry. It's better than melting into a helpless puddle at his feet, and much better than trying to accept whatever he's been saying is true. About us. About anything.

He releases my other hand just to tug the tights partway down my thighs, effectively trapping me between his outstretched legs, "Want me to apologize?" he asks his breath fanning across my c**t.

"God, yes."

"I'm. So. Sorry." he punctuates each word with a delicate swipe of the tongue across my c**t, before plunging his tongue inside, "That you're in heat." he adds grinning up at me.

"Bastard." I whisper too focused on the feel of the fingers he's thrust inside to care what other bullshit he's spouting.

"Want me to stop?"

"No," I pant grasping his shoulders in my hands, "just do something. I'm on fire. I need you to..."

The sound of the doorbell and a loud knock interrupts my demands. Startled, we stare at each other. The knock sounds again, harder this time, and accompanied by, "Please, open the door. Police."