(Evan's point of view)
I don't often make an appearance at the club, but tonight was necessary to see how this Zombie pub crawl business panned out. I found it to be ridiculous, but I'd been talked into by Beta Cyril & Gamma 'Trick.
If the terms Beta & Gamma didn't give it away, we are werewolves. I am Evan Harwick, the Alpha of Moon Peak Cove. We are located in the forests of the Iron Range of Northern Minnesota, not far from Duluth & Lake Superior.
But back to my club & the Zombie pub crawl. It was going surprisingly well. There had been a continuous stream of "zombies" in & out of the club when I noticed a woman leading many others in a dance to Thriller by Michael Jackson. I was unexpectedly charmed.
I found himself being drawn closer, & Duke, my wolf, was going crazy. Suddenly, I was hit with the most intoxicating scent of vanilla & musk. My eyes zero in on the woman as my wolf Duke & I simultaneously declared "Mate."
But how could that be possible? I had already had a mate. My beautiful Aurora. Sadly, after ten blissful years together, she & our unborn pup had been killed when her car lost control & went over a cliff into Lake Superior.
Even if that were not the case, I could smell that this woman in front of me is human. A mesmerizingly beautiful human. I just stood & stared, watching her as she was teaching everyone the Thriller dance. Her radiant smile felt like a lifeline drawing me towards her. Could it be that the Moon Goddess has decided to bless me with a second chance mate?
The song ended & Faithfully by Journey came on. I saw her leaving the dance floor, but I couldn't let her go. Before I knew what I was doing, I had grasped her hand, feeling the electric tingles from the Mate bound. I had forgotten how intoxicating wonderful that felt.
My other hand gripped her hip as I whispered in her ear, "Dance with me." I could feel her athleticism was lightly covered with a sexy layer of curves & softness, just as I like.
Even though she was over a foot shorter than me, she exuded strength & authority. I snaked my hand further around her waist & spun her towards me as I repeated, "Dance with me." The gasp she tried to hide caused my d**k to twitch.
Her eyes are remarkable. They are somehow two colors at once. At first glance, they appear to be brown, but if you look closely, they're like the famous rose windows: they have round windows coming off the pupils, showcasing green beneath them. And they were locked into my own eyes as she barely nodded yes.
She had high, prominent cheekbones & a full, pouty lips. Even through the ridiculous zombie makeup, I could see how beautiful & perfect for me she is.
I pulled her close to me, feeling her n**ples harden against me. I could smell her arousal, causing my d**k to harden painfully against her stomach. I also realized she was holding her breath, so I let my lips brush against her ear as I said, "Just breathe."
I found her blush to be incredibly sexy as I tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to stifle a smirk. I could see her fighting for her own control as she looked back up to me, studying my face. "I'm Evan," I whispered.
"I'm Marni," she whispered back.
I couldn't help but smile as I said, "Marni…" My angel had a name. I loved the way it rolled off my tongue. I pulled her impossibly closer as my hand reached further around her waist.
I let my hand travel slightly south & gasped her more tightly. "Marni…" I repeated, leaning in close & once again brushing her ear, "… it's almost as beautiful as you."
As the song ended, she began to walk away, but I couldn't let her leave. Not yet. I softly pulled her back & asked where she was going.
I begrudgingly let her go when she said she needed to freshen up, even though I could tell this wasn't exactly the truth. But I did watch her intently as she walked away, swaying her hips & beautiful vulumptous a** side-to-side.
Apparently, my little minx knew what she was doing with her walk because she glanced over her shoulder, catching me staring. I lightly blushed as she giggled & then winked. I just shrugged my shoulders. We're s****l creatures - we can hardly be blamed for that.