Super Wolf

Chapter 10

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"Please, Brinley?" 

I sighed. Clay and Brody had brought me to the back room where Kelsey, Juan, and I had watched the movies only the night before. It felt like it had been weeks ago. Now, Kelsey was absent and it was just me and Juan, who was bugging me incessently. 

"What do you want?" I asked, irritated. I wasn't sure whether to be grateful or annoyed, but Lynch had yet to arrive. I wasn't particularly begging to be in his presense... nonetheless, it felt like common courtesy that if you were to kidnap someone you shouldn't keep them waiting.

"Well, Mr. Lynch-" 

"You mean Master Lynch!" Brody called from the other room, eliciting laughter from the other two boys joining him, one of them being Clay. They were close enough to be listening in on our conversation, typically. I didn't know why they were giving us as much space as they were in the first place. Most likely because they were scared of me after I knocked out their beloved alpha the day before.

Juan gritted his teeth. "Master Lynch isn't very accomodating," he began, looking to me in quiet desperation. I nodded my head dumbly, urging him to go on. He lowered his voice so Brody and Clay wouldn't be able to hear. "Well... you see, my hair is as dry as a bone and my feet callous so easily, so-" 

"So what are you asking for?" I asked, a smile playing at the corner of my lips. I was holding back a laugh, and he reddened in the face. 

"Please talk Lynch into getting me my Tea Tree Conditioner and pumice stone. All that man gave me was Men's Dove shampoo and this body wash that I admit smells heavenly but... my hair!" The boys in the other room broke into laughter, and I couldn't help but submit to it either. This made Juan more frustured, and I hadn't even noticed him taking off his socks, holding his foot towards me. 

"You see the cold hard bottom of these trotters? You might be no beauty expert, Brinley, but I think even you can tell I'm well overdue for a pumicing..." I laughed harder at his attempt to be serious. 

"You are more of a teenage girl than I am," I guffawed once I sobered up a bit. I had been laughing so hard I hadn't noticed the delicious scent of a certain someone infiltrate my nose. My head snapped up to see Lynch in the doorwar. I quickly averted my eyes so as to not make eye contact with him, but I knew that he had been watching me. 

"I'll excuse myself..." Juan said awkwardly, shuffling away from the couch I was sitting on. "Don't forget my Tea Tree..." he whispered. I didn't expect Lynch to let him leave without a fight, but I suppose he had when he stepped into my range of view, my eyes falling on his feet. 

"You're cute when you laugh," he commented, and I heard a smirk in his voice. I bristled back in suprise, before recovering myself. I hadn't expected civility from him. 

"I'm not cute, I'm pretty," I muttered, only half joking, just to be difficult. I hated the term 'cute' being applied to me. It implied I was small and unthreatening; I was quite the opposite. I avoided his face, but I could imagine him rolling his eyes at my response.

"Can't argue with that," he said, and I noticed a desire in his undertone.  

Ignoring his face was difficult. My heart was beating slowly in tension, my inner-wolf begging me to give into the hormones she was sending seeping throuhgout my entire body. I knew Lynch wanted me to give in.