The Prophesied Claim

Becoming the Wolf

I'm just at the tree line when I spot my neatly folded clothes waiting on a stump. I jerk them on without once looking at Alec. I'd like to think I've determined he can go straight to hell, but seeing his body move in all its naked glory through the trees makes me damp. I can smell another woman on him and I'm still standing there creaming my panties. I'm stupid. Really, really stupid. The sniffle surprises me as do the tears that threaten to spill as I try desperately to zip my boot.

"Hey," Alec, already dressed and looking like any other man taking a jaunt in the woods, crouches down and fixes the stuck zipper, "Look. I should've recognized the signs. I don't know, I just..."

"Were busy." I whisper looking away from him, "I can smell it all over you. Please, don't touch me." I intone trying to shrug out of the hands gripping my biceps.

The frown eclipses any other expression on his face, "What the f**k does that mean?"

"Look," I start, refusing to make eye contact, "we never said we were in a relationship. What you do, or rather, who you do is your business. While unlikely to be the impression you have of me, I very strongly believe in monogamy, fidelity, the whole happily ever after thing. As that doesn't seem to be your inclination, I think it best we just forget this ever happened."

"You. Are. My. Mate." Each word is punctuated with a slight shake, the rage palpable in both the words and on Alec's face.

"Great for me. However, as previously stated I have no desire to continue this...whatever this is."

"Because I wasn't f*****g here when you shifted the first time? You want to throw it all away because I couldn't be here in time?"

"Have you listened to anything I just said?" I question my tone aggressive, "I heard her ask you, beg you, to let her suck your c**k. I can f*****g smell her on you!" I scream the last kicking out at him, trying to escape the humiliation of not being good enough, again.

The look of shock on his face might have caused me to pause if the emotional rollercoaster I was riding had slowed enough to allow me to think rationally. But, it didn't and I tried to run away from him to escape any further humiliation.

I didn't get a foot before he tackled me, pinning me to the ground with his heavier weight, holding my hands stretched above my head. Roughly, he kneed my legs apart and settled his hips into the cradle of mine. I could feel the press of his erection against the thin material of my dress pants and I had to fight the urge to rub myself against it.

"Sirena." He breathed my name sorrowfully, "How can you think that I'd say yes to that? Yes, she asked. She even tried rubbing herself all over me, but all that got her was the threat of harassment charges. I didn't want her to touch me. Every time she tried to fiddle with my shirt buttons I had to fight the urge to slap her hand away." He lowered his head to mine. "I wanted to check on you myself. I was on my way back, when Smith radioed. A fight on one of the buses. By the time I got back, you were gone. You didn't answer your phone. I was driving to your apartment when Owen called me. He's pissed too by the way, but for different reasons."

I wanted to believe him, desperately wanted to believe him, but, "Why do you smell like s*x, then? It isn't just her I smell. I could maybe deal with that. It's s*x. I smell her and sex."

He smiles ruefully into my face, leaning forward to bite between my neck and shoulder, "You were doing yoga during your lunch break. I was marching a couple kids down to the office and saw you through the window. Your legs were over your head. Your ass in the air. I swear I could see the outline of your p***y right through those pants. I could barely walk. Then, the bell rang and you popped up and I knew I wouldn't have another chance to f**k you for hours."

His explanation starts to make sense, and I feel the heat between my legs start to pulse damply as I imagine him watching me stretch and bend.

"Please, tell me I won't act like a lunatic when this heat cycle s**t is over." I beg.

He laughs softly, "I think you'll be fine. You might be one and the same with your wolf, but you aren't used to controlling the animal instincts yet. Males have the ability to shift pretty early, around puberty, but females have to go into their first heat before it happens."

"That is incredibly sexist." I pout, wrapping my legs around his waist. That quickly, I've forgiven whatever offenses I think he's committed, accepting his explanation, and focusing on the more important question of, "I think I could recreate that pose if you were interested..."

He groans, pressing his stiffened c**k against the seam of my pants, "Owen's still out there. I can see him from here, and I guarantee he can hear everything we're saying. You know, wolf ears."

"Let him hear. I don't even care if he watches. Don't you want a little taste," I gyrate my hips, rubbing forcefully, arching my back, "I'm so wet, don't you want to feel it all over your cock."

He releases my hands, yanking at my pants, plunging his fingers inside my wet interior, "Just a taste," he whispers, bringing his fingers to my mouth, I suck them inside, tasting my juices on him. Unzipping his jeans one-handed, he nudges my swollen lips with just the tip of his c**k. I feel my walls grasping at him greedily, and just as I wrap my legs tighter around him, trying to force him deeper, Owen's voice breaks the spell.

"Alec. Get it together man. They're coming."