"I had drinks with one of them the night you attacked me."
"You're joking?"
"I'm not."
"Shit."
Axel turned his attention towards the agents. Both were tall and broad, but they had the same air of arrogance that he'd come to expect from Infection Control officers. They were usually too dumb to spot a werewolf who wasn't fully transformed.
"Just stay calm," Axel whispered, nudging her foot from under the table.
Deepa nodded, hands trembling as she tightly clenched her fork.
The two men took a seat at the counter, happily chatting away as they ordered food.
"You should finish your meal," Axel muttered. "Don't want it to go to waste."
"I'm not hungry," Deepa hissed, her face pale.
Axel frowned.
"We need to get out of here."
"We're not going anywhere."
"They'll know!"
"No, they won't."
"But-"
Axel let out a sigh. It was against his instincts to make any sudden movements, but her distress was enough to tie his stomach in knots.
"Here," he said, grabbing her hand. "Stick close to me."
He pulled her tightly to his chest as they got to their feet, tossing a handful of bills onto the table.
He kept his body between her and the agents as they slipped out the door, shielding her from view.
It felt nice, the warmth and smell of her body. The urge to wrap her up and protect her was overwhelming.
It was like she'd slipped into his veins, his lungs, his heart.
Her body trembled as they hurried down the street, her hand shaking in his grasp.
"It's okay," he said softly, pressing his lips to her forehead. "You're safe."
She nodded, her arms tightening around his waist, her scent wrapping around him.
He was intoxicated, his entire body vibrating with desire, his cock twitching in his jeans.
The urge to bend her over the closest bench was overwhelming.
"You should come back with me," he said without thinking.
"No," Deepa replied, her voice barely a whisper.
"Come on," Axel cooed, pulling her closer. "You can use my shower."
