Where's that Vampire Too? ✔️

Chapter 14 - Yes, please.

The cabin wasn't far at all at super wolf speed. They had dashed between trees and over undergrowth, sometimes cutting under branches that fell so low Alexa had to cling tight and press her entire being down onto the werewolf's back, it was like he was testing if she had the instincts to not get thrown off. Should never thought of the career before but she would be a wonderful buckaroo, rodeo girl, or whatever they call them. It was a beautiful handmade affair hidden slightly by carefully cultivated forest bushes and shrubs. He had come to a stop, but she was lost in observation, the intricate woodcarvings of the beams and doorways that seemed to embrace and be an extension of the natural surroundings. The wolf between her legs shuddered slightly, reminding her to get off. She slid off unenthusiastically, but then he shifted back, his full body golden tan was ready for the world to see again. "You enjoy that?" He looked at her, leaving her blushing again, then slid a key from under an inconspicuous log, and opened the cabin to receive its owner and guest. He slipped in and was out of sight by the time Alexa had padded in. She was relieved to feel her thighs had almost fully recovered, despite a little turbulence and clenching.Inside there was a small kitchen-dining-living area with a beautiful large hearth and mantel, ready for a roaring fire. She perched herself on a makeshift sofa, in front of it and imagined the warmth, flames, and glowing embers it could produce. She heard the kettle click on, and she spun around to see him, brazenly rocking around in just some jeans. "Where is your shirt?" She squeaked, unable to control her pitch with those pecks staring at her. Wherever I want it to be, this is my cabin." He pulled out two mugs, "Tea?" She managed to nod in the affirmative, he was amazingly muscular, with a scattering of small scars, and casual chest hair not manicured in any way. The dead opposite of her, there was always a day every month that she would take up the tweezers and pluck those three stubborn nipple hairs, her mortal enemies. But he was a werewolf why would she compare herself to this, this. "What's your name?" Her black eyes caught his brown ones, noticing his held greenish-gold at the centre. "Now that you ask, Tristan good to meet you, Alexa." He handed her a steaming fresh cuppa, sitting to take a sip of his own. Alexa yipped at the close proximity of him, and jumped up, careful to not drop a spot of tea. "Do you have any sugar?"Tristan chuckled to himself at her antics to get away from him. "Oh yes, let me." He offered, he had forgotten himself in teasing her, not asking a simple, but important question. "No, no, I can find it." She flailed adorably, before turning to focus on the small kitchen. "It's in the..." He stopped as she found it, on the first try in the cupboard to the left of under the sink. Then tried multiple draws for a teaspoon. "How long have you not been able to shift?" He fished, he knew his wolf hadn't been wrong last night, he'd found a female to search out. She had helped herself to four teaspoons of sugar, before sitting herself down as far as she could politely."What are you talking about?""You're a werewolf that doesn't shift, you can't lie to me, to my nose." She was a great actress, and her 'what is this guy taken' expression held firm, "Why do you think my wolf sniffed you out last night?" He was getting frustrated now, but she held firm "You just sniffed out my sugar in the most unlikely of places." He concluded. That gave her pause, looking deep into her hug in a mug."Hahahah. No, I'm not a werewolf. I've just always had an amazing sense of smell." Alexa laughed and beamed up at him. The flirting all made sense to her now, she must have seemed like an 'available female' he didn't actually like her. "I think I would know." she continued with her tea, mending her casual posture to that of a lady properly finished. "And as you know, there hasn't been many since the war, almost all of the British empire's wolves were decimated by the gas attacks. So before you think of it, I wasn't 'turned' recently either." she lectured, if there was one thing she did know, it was her history of the supernatural, she had always been aware of ways to hurt a werewolf if they should cross paths and harm humans, but the few that were left must have avoided her or something, she was a hunter after all.Tristan had had enough, "So you want to get back to civilisation?""Yes please." Pure plummy king's English extruding from her perfect pout."Even when you're hurt and someone is trying to kill you?""Yes...""Fine, I'll drive us back with enough time for me to return before the moon rises. After brunch." He rose and headed back to the kitchen area. Alexa's snooty demeanour ebbed away slightly at the sound of brunch. "I can help with that."Alexa strode over, her face dropped as she watched in horror as he brought out two lumps of meat. "How do you like your stake?" He grinned boyishly. "I'm a vegetarian." She squinted at what he intended to eat for breakfast, a cow's butt? "Really?" He wafted the juicy raw stake in front of her mischievously, watching attentively following the meat swing with her gaze. "You're drooling, little wolf.""Am not." She whipped away the stray saliva collecting at the corner of her mouth. "If you don't have anything else I'm going to go nap." She sauntered away, proud that she hadn't had to cost an animal its life for a few minutes of satisfaction. She sat on the sofa, and leant back, "You don't mind do you?"Tristan glanced up at her finally relaxing. "Be my guest." Worming her way into his sofa, moulding it to her subtle flesh. She was an odd one, clad in various types of skin-tight black lycra it was hard to look away. She didn't expect attention. Which was hard to believe when her breasts and ass threatened to escape their fabric confines whenever she moved, breathed even. The more he looked he noticed the black outfit was a very strange one. It seemed to put her figure in the shadows, however, he couldn't focus for long on her before his eyes protested and he had to look away. He grilled the two stakes for good measure, he'd have it if she really didn't. His eyes stayed back to the sleeping woman, appreciating every curve, and why not, she'd wandered into his cabin. "My body armour is made of lycra, nylon, and a thermomorphing fibre similar to Kevlar. If that's what you were staring at." Her big black eyes had caught him, her body hadn't moved a millimetre, but her face and entire attention had focused on him, almost predatory, challenging him to dare say something wrong. "Brunch is ready, and surprise, I found eggs." "Ohh thanks, it smells good!" She stretched, out her long limbs, muscles rippling coaxing her breast out of her top, showing small hints of lighter flesh where her clothing parted at her tight small waist. "I did a spare steak if you want one.""You're not going to leave it are you?""No way." He grinned passing her cutlery and, a plate of fried eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, buttered toast, hash browns, and baked beans. Seating himself with his plate boasting, the same with the additions of the two steaks and some black pudding. Popping sauces on the coffee table before them. "You don't have a dining table?" "In case you haven't noticed we're in a cabin in the woods, I don't tend to entertain. There's also no bedroom, so hurry up and finish."Alexa looked at the mass on her plate, when was the last time she had eaten beans... or not sat at a table. She hadn't sat down to eat alone with a strange man either so... If he didn't care about making a mess, she didn't either, she practically inhaled the greasy goodness. And zipped to the kitchen sink to 'wash her plate' she'd managed to splat bean juice on her in several places, and one dribble of egg yolk down the curve of her breast, oh no, it was down her cleavage, she tried to surreptitiously wipe. The. Stuff. Out. "You really aren't used to roughing it are you?" Tristan called, and she looked over at the man-beast, he'd eaten all that but was still just chiselled godlike muscle and grin, he'd made no attempt to hide it as he patted his six-pack, his hips tapered invitingly. Was that the start of a trail of...? Focus! Tristan had been watching her fuss over whatever she had done to herself, a posho vegetarian werewolf, and he was starting to second guess his assessment. There was no way that was who she was, it would be hell inside her head, and to be around her.His hand-carved grandfather clock struck twelve, "We better get going then, I'll grab a shirt." He started striding to the wardrobe next to the bathroom. "Whine!" Alexa pounced on him. Actually knocked him to the floor, on top of him looking down with worried big yellow puppy dog eyes. "Alexa what are you doing?" he wasn't expecting to be pinned. Her tongue lolled out to the side and then swivelled herself back to the front, shuffling her bottom back into his face. Okay her ass was huge from this angle, no matter the weird fabric, the shock of it all caught Tristan up, and then he realised she had taken her hands to his belt, and fiddled it open, her fingers touching the top of his jeans. "Alexa, get off I am not going to 69 you!" He barked, using his larger form to push her off. He scuttled up to his full 6' she didn't join him, instead smiling she rolled onto her right side on the floor, raising her left arm slightly, showing off her chest to him, inviting him to come back down. "I said no woman!" He stormed off, they didn't have time for this, he was glad his charms were still working but, this was not what he had wanted.He did his belt buckle back up and pulled on a crisp blue shirt, about to button it. There was a loud crash. He rushed back, maybe whoever had tried to kill her had tracked them down? He hadn't smelt any others or felt any other presence. He found a beautiful black wolf, crying like a lost puppy in front of his fireplace, chewing one of his tea towels. The kitchen floor had a littering of smashed plates, pots, and pans. "What did you do? Alexa why? Why were you so reluctant to admit it and then full-on transform and wreck my kitchen because I wouldn't sleep with you?" He questioned her, and anyone else that could hear him. Her yellow eyes caught him for a moment, then she shifted her head away, a tea towel with it. "Answer me!" Tristan commanded, he could feel his wolf had taken notice of the situation, he wasn't used to being ignored. She tried not to pay him any attention, stay motionless but her big wolf ears folded back. His wolf demanded to be set free, and if she wasn't going to answer him in human English he might as well.