Fang

Hail, Snow, and Bullshit

With one hand clutching the towel to my chest, I threw open the window. Bitter wind met my bare skin, instantly turning me cold, but goddess was it a relief to feel. Every muscle in my body ached with a delicious soreness, not that I truly minded the feeling.

Forrest was still asleep on my bed, softly snoring into the morning hours. Even after a full day of being with him, a heat still ignited in my belly at the sight of him.

One arm was tucked behind his head on the pillow while the other dangled off the edge of the bed. The covers pooled just barely at his hips, leaving his muscled abdomen and chest exposed. My wolf licked her lips at the sight.

I could stare at him all day.

Before coming to NightBlood, matehood was hardly ever a thought in my mind. I didn't think it would happen for me. Such a gift.

Forrest had made good on his word to play possessive with me. The aches in my body said well enough.

A harsh breeze pulled my eyes away from him, turning back to the open window. The rain was quickly giving way to hail, pummeling the earth before melting into puddles. I took a deep breath in, chilling myself from the inside out.

It would snow soon, snuffing out the life that lived on the land to make way for the bitter winter. A sense of anxiety rushed through me then. Did we have the accommodations to keep so many warm while they marched to war in the freezing cold?

Probably not.

Did it matter? MistFang may have the supplies to keep thousands warm, while we may not. That was an advantage we couldn't afford to give my uncle.

Swiping a hand across my face, I rubbed at my eyes. I was such a selfish idiot. I'd kept him to myself for an entire day while LycanMoon was travelling to us, when he could've been figuring these things out.

"Samantha." A shiver ran down my spine but it wasn't from the cold. The smallest things from this man drove me wild. "Why are you frowning?"

My cheeks burned at the unintentional seductiveness of his voice. I couldn't turn to look at him, otherwise I'd fall down on my hands and knees again.

"I'm frowning because I've distracted you from other important things." Another wave of emotions rolled through me, this time being anger. I had things I'd needed to do. Now there wouldn't be time.

"Oh?" He mused. I could hear the raised eyebrow in his voice. "What would be more important than being with my mate?"

"It's hailing." From my view out the window, I could see the pack door swing open, forcefully pushed by the wind. Pack members spilled out from the open door, heads ducked down to avoid the force of the weather.

"Hail," he repeated, not taking the same interest in it as me. "Weather isn't nearly as important as you."

My insides warmed at his sweet words. I could feel the bond that connected me to him, urging me to relent to him, to crawl back in bed and ignore the world. He was what was most important to me, but that meant the hail was equally important.

"Forrest," I shook my head, wet hair tickling my bare shoulders. "Hail will eventually give way to snow."

"I don't give a fuck about snow." His voice was behind me now. I could feel the weight of him just behind me, every nerve in my body coming to life with his nearness. Would this feeling ever go away? I hoped it didn't.

Forrest moved closer, a strong arm wrapping around my middle to pull my body flush against his. Instinct had control over me then, my head turning to the side to expose my neck to him. He could have any part of me he wished.