Submissive

Chapter Five

Warm.

I was warm. No, I was hot.

Too hot, it was burning up.

I woke in a tangle of sheets and limbs, Dylan was curled into me. It was just his naturally high temperature. I got a little overheated, that was all. He mumbled in his sleep, but I didn't catch what he said. His leg was draped across both of mine as well as his arm across my torso, both of which tightened around me as I stretched a little. His lips slightly parted and his hair was flopped everywhere. He looked so young, so vulnerable.

His alarm clock said four thirty-three AM. I had almost four more hours to go until I had to go to work. I turned onto my side and Dylan moved in his sleep, burying his nose at the edge of my cleavage. There is a scent gland that, whether humans have it or not, female werewolves or shape-changer's of any kind have between their breasts that emit a scent that is most commonly for their children. It gives them the feeling of home and safety. Males can find it a turn on and can also often use that specific scent in human form to locate their mates. I was sure Dylan was acting in the way small children do with their mothers. Burying his face in my chest like a child and smelling the purest of my scents to feel safe. He must be in an uncomfortable dream. I hummed a sleepy sounding Spanish lullaby to him and the tension I hadn't noticed in his body, eased gradually. I drifted off back into sleep in time with his gradually receding tension, enveloped by the sweet scent of blackberries and vanilla...

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I woke this time to the sound of my alarm clock going off in my room. I untangled myself Dylan and headed to my room to shower and get ready for work. I slipped in and out of the shower in about fifteen minutes. I put on my matching red bra and panties with black lace and slipped a black button-down over top of that and a pair of black slacks. I pulled on my black platform pumps to finish the outfit and set off through the house, making sure I don't forget anything. I grabbed my badge and gun and hooked them to my the waistband of my slacks and when I was just about to leave when I remembered to say goodbye to Dylan. I quietly made my way over the plush carpet in my heels, making no sound as I made my way into his room. He'd sprawled out on the bed, one leg free of the covers, pant leg hitched up to his knee. I rolled my eyes at the oddness of his position and went to him. I leaned over the bed and shook him gently, just enough to wake him a little. He groaned and I smiled at the childlike way he rolled over and curled into a loose ball.

“Dylan,” I said in a sing-song voice.

He groaned again and squeezed his eyes before cracking one open at me, then the other. I continued to grin like an idiot.

“Hmm?” he hummed sleepily at me.

“I'm going to work,” I told him softly. “You call if you need anything, okay? You remember my cell and my pager right?”

He nodded lazily and told me the numbers in his sleep riddled voice, closing his eyes again. It was quite a sexy sound... I shook off the thought. I stroked his hair and kissed the side of his head. He huffed happily at the kiss and I smiled a little.

“Good,” I said. “I'll be home at six thirty if I don't have a late case.”With that I stood up straight and headed out, locking the door. As soon as I got to the H3 I got called to some suburban house on the other end of town.

When I reached the home it was already swarmed with police officers and a few news vans. Great, reporters. Damn it. I got out of my car and calmly made my way through the maze of vehicles and ignored the reporters as they tried to ask questions. They were stopped at the yellow tape after the officer let me through upon seeing my badge. Cam was already inside, examining the body before it was taken to the lab. She was carefully kneeling beside the body of a young woman who'd been beaten severely. I squatted down beside her and pulled on my gloves before kneeling with her.