It’s just Ethan.
Ethan. I need Ethan. He’ll make all of this feel better.
I clutch my chest, and Ethan removes the head of the costume.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?” he asks, and I shake my head.
I want to cry, scream, and dance all at the same time.
While I’ve always believed in true love and romance, I never really believed I’d ever find a scent match. It’s a miracle and a huge blessing. Not to mention, it doesn’t hurt that I already like Max as a person and find him attractive.
But then there’s also Ethan and Bram, the two men I’ve chosen. One of which who does not get along with my scent match. I have everything falling right into my lap, but it’s also complicated and messy.
There’s also the fact that after scenting Max, I’m incredibly turned on. It’s a level of horniness that I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced. It’s almost like if someone doesn’t touch me soon, I might combust.
This is such a damn mess.
“Sloane, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Ethan asks, gently putting the fox head on the counter as he approaches me.
He places an orange, furry hand on my hip, and it’s nearly enough for me to calm down after everything that’s happened. It’s so stupid and silly, and it makes me realize how much more I need validation from Ethan right now.
He’s been so standoffish since the incident. Not only do I need to be touched, I specifically need Ethan’s reassurance.
“Kiss me,” I tell him.
He swallows but does as I ask, leaning down and kissing me. The tender moment quickly fades as reality hits me. What ifsomeone walks in and sees this man half dressed as a fox with his paws all over me?
Ethan pulls back and searches my face.
“What happened?”
Do I tell him everything?
I hate lying, but I also worry that if Bram finds out now, he’ll maybe change his mind. Maybe I’m not giving him enough credit, but the man holds a grudge like no other. He hasn’t been jealous of Ethan, but how would he feel about Max being my scent match?
I lick my lips, and it’s almost like I can taste Max’s clean, sharp scent.
It makes me wet, and I’m thankful that Ethan isn’t an Alpha. He might scent or be able to tell that I’m turned on, but he doesn’t know the extent.
I’m nearly on the edge of losing it. I need him; I need this spiraling feeling to go away.
“Whatever you need, Sloane. Just tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”
I glance up at him. Maybe if I come, then I’ll be able to think a little more clearly.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
I need it not only to dull this ache, but I also miss Ethan. I want him to be sexual with me again. He looks skeptical, and I won’t push him on it, but fuck. I need something.
“Please, Ethan.”
He holds up his fox paws like he’s asking what he’s supposed to do with the suit.
“Take it off,” I tell him, and he swallows thickly. I’m into a lot of things, but adding furry to the list isn’t one of them.
“Here?” he asks, looking around the bathroom, and I nod my head.
I need him right now; I need some clarity and this foreign feeling to go away. Not being in control of my emotions is frustrating. But I’m given some relief as Ethan takes off the costume and puts it on top of the counter.
