Lycanthropy

I had woken up, again in that odd bed, again confused for a moment, as the stone walls reminded me of my mountain. Had Aron told me that this was my grandfather’s place? He had said that it was close to the waterfall, and I assumed it was another house, but this looks like a cave.

Upon trying to get out of bed, I tugged at the blankets, only to find out that they were stuck. Quickly I turned around and saw Aron sleeping on top of them, clothes on and all, and he was snoring.

Has he stayed outside the room, waiting for me to fall asleep? I hadn’t noticed him getting on the bed, so he must’ve, but why would he?

I didn’t want to wake him up, as he was laying there so peacefully. So, carefully I stepped out and walked to one of the closets that stood in the room. As I opened it, I could only see men’s clothing, where loose shirts and raw leather pants filled the space.

I had grabbed the longest shirt that I could find, put it on, and wrapped a belt around my waist, to make it look like some easy dress. Then I took one of the cloaks from the coat rack and put it around me. The cold weather never bothered me, but I don’t have to walk around this place naked either.

“Don’t leave, please.” I suddenly heard Aron ask me.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t want to wake you. And this is probably your room, so…”

“Don’t be sorry, I didn’t stay here just because it is my room. I stayed here because I wanted to talk to you.”

I guess that he deserves to at least talk to me. I tried to relax, and walked over to the bed again. When I had pulled the blankets straight, I sat upon them and looked Aron in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for yesterday, apparently you have suffered some shit in your past as well, and I didn’t even want to listen to you.”

I explained to him as Terrence and I had been yelling in our common language, so Aron couldn’t have understood what we have been arguing about. Of course he would understand the reason, but not the words.

“That’s alright, my Beta has not listened to me either, and even though your Beta did something worse, I can still relate to the feeling you’ve got.” He said and I nodded in agreement.

“Why don’t we start fresh? We have seen each other fight, we both have suffered some bad things in the past, and we both have a pack that we can’t easily leave. Am I right so far?” He asked me.

“Yes, you are. But I doubt that you have rejected your mate, and are truly reluctant to have another one again.” I stated.

“No indeed, I have not rejected my mate, but I was just reluctant as you, to find one.”

Well he might not have met another mate before, not that anyone I ever heard off, found two. But he didn’t want to have one either. I guess, that whatever had happened in his past, must’ve made him reluctant as well.

But he is right, we have some similarities, many actually, and I could use a fresh start. I put my hand in front of him, and he took it in his. Sparks tingled upon our touch, and it was nothing similar to what I have felt with Daniel. Maybe because Aron already knows about my past, and all the things that happened to me, gave me a certain relaxed feeling.

“So, Terrence did actually something good?” Dakota asked, but I ignored her. Terrence will have to face consequences for his actions, later.

“Hi, I’m Emerson Haraldsdottir, Alpha of Mountain Peak Pack. It’s nice to meet you.” I said with a smile.

“Hi Emerson Haraldsdottir, I’m Aron Thorsson, Alpha of Mossgreen Hills. Nice to meet you too.” He replied and shook my hand.

We had talked about a lot of things. He told me that due to the torture his father had bestowed upon him, he had killed his own father to become the Alpha. He had earned the pack’s respect, by making sure that everything his father had lacked to do or organize, to be arranged for over a course of a few weeks. All the men got proper training, females were offered it as well, as they were never allowed before; Orphans got placed in a new house, so they could live carefree; A company was started to make sure of a steady income, and what not more. He was truly dedicated to every person in his pack, and I really admired him for that.

He also explained to me that because Lycans mostly have chosen mates, he never cared to have one unless it was his true mate. Upon saying that he would try to convince me that he was a worthy mate to me, I had told him not to, as I don’t want another ‘Daniel’ happening to me, but he refused to let me go that easily.

He leaned in closer and gently touched my cheek. With his beard he grazed the skin of my neck, and a wild tingling sensation crawled in between my legs.

“I won’t kiss you or try to go further, unless you tell me to.” He said huskily, humming against my neck.

“He won’t have to wait, if it’s up to me!” Dakota yelled.

This is so fucking cliché! So, he is what, going to drive me nuts until I tell him to that it’s alright? I’m not a virgin, nor am I ashamed of my body, or reluctant to have sex with such an amazing handsome, fucking sexy, and strong man as Aron is.

No, he won’t have to wait for long. I’m feeling totally comfortable with him, and he is in every way stronger than Daniel is. Besides, what I have heard so far from Berrant, of how he ruled his pack, and what he had done in his life, and knowing that he had suffered in his young life as well, makes me believe we are quite a good match.

“So are you…” Dakota hopped in my mind, running circles and being the overly excited nymphomaniac that she is.

“Nymphomaniac? We haven’t had sex in months! Who you call the nympho here? I recall you masturbating every night, to relieve yourself!” She shouted now and I laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Aron asked me, and I shook my head.

“I really like your honesty, it’s refreshing. But I don’t want to repeat my history, with the same mistakes I have made before.” I said while pushing him a bit back.

I could feel him being disappointed, bowing his head down, as I didn’t get intimidated by his whispering. But I do still want him, he just doesn’t realize it.

Now it was my time to be persuasive.

I lifted his chin, and made him look up to me, right in my eyes.

“I do want you, really.” I whispered to him, and pushed him on his back and straddled his waist. He grabbed my hips and a bulge in his pants began to grow.

“But?” He said to me, catching on that I wasn’t going to do anything right now.

“I have to get my mind straight first.” I said and he frowned his brows.

He pushed my hips upon his pants, forcing a moan to slip from my lips. I’m not wearing any underwear, as there were none for me to wear in his closet, so the friction I felt now, made my bodily fluids wet his pants.

“Then get it straight quickly…” He said, while sitting up now, and his lips came dangerously close to mine.

“…because now I know that you want me, and you can get so fucking damn wet for me, it will be hard to control myself.”

With his hands he lifted the shirt-dress a bit up, slid his fingers in between my legs, scooped up some moist and then licked his fingers clean off. Upon tasting my arousal, his eyes turned black and he growled softly in the back of his throat.

“Hi Úlfur, contain yourself for now, I won’t run away.” I said to him, after hearing Aron’s wolf’s name from Dakota.

I am tempted to let him have his way with me, but I have to sort things out for myself first.