The anger in my voice has him sniffling again, and I can almost feel the wave of lust and desire moving through him. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“I usually am.”
Arbor rolls his eyes, but I can feel the affection squeeze at my heart. “How about this? Why don’t you tell me about your family? I want to hear more about them.”
“Told you most of it. And like I said, it’s boring. My life is predictable and beige.”
“I want to hear all the stories you can think of.”
And so I tell him for the rest of the drive home. Stories about my parents, my siblings, and the occasional shenanigans we got into. Specifically, the one time I blew up a tool chest and ended up with a piece of it lodged in my shoulder.
“Gods, what were you thinking?” he asks, his eyes wide, but his lips twitching.
“I wasn’t. I was a teen.”
“Your parents must have been horrified.”
“My mom was. My dad gave me a high-five before rushing me to the ER.”
“Of course he did. I swear, you alphas are terrible.”
I pull down the road that leads to my place. “Might be terrible, but you still want me.”
Arbor shifts in his seat. “How can you tell?”
I reach over and tug the pendant from his shirt. It falls against the fabric, and he strokes it.
“Take it off. I want to smell you.”
His cheeks flame, but he does as I ask, placing it in his pocket as we come to a stop near my house. The werewolf trio is suspiciously absent, but I see a piece of paper fluttering against my door.
“What’s that, you think?” Arbor asks as I push the door open, pissed that I have to exit the car just when his scent was getting good.
“Let’s go see.”
I wait for him to move up next to me and clasp his hand, guiding him up the steps.
He pulls the paper from the door and reads it.
“Thanks for hosting us, but we found a new place to hang for a bit. Took one of the cats. Come by and see us at Buttered Blessings. They have the best cheese.”
Arbor meets my stare. “Poor Eudora. Should we go rescue her?”
“No. From what you told me about her, she seems able to handle this on her own.”
Arbor laughs, and I pull him into me, pressing my lips to his, tasting sweet vanilla and thick honey on his tongue.
He moans against me, his cock thickening.
“You know what we should do?” Arbor says, his voice husky.
“What?” I ask, wanting to pull him inside and impale him on me. I’ve been waiting hours for this, longer if you consider the drive up when I didn’t have him near me.
This obsession isn’t healthy, but I can’t be fucked to care.
“How about we sneak into the construction site, you wear your tool belt and…” His scent floats around me, thick and heady. I inhale.
“And?” I ask, arching my cock into his.
