Instincts : usuk story

Chapter 6

"Do they smell me?"

Alfred looked up from his college book, brows furrowed. "What?"

"Your pack," Arthur clarified. "Can they smell me on you when you return to them. You said they can't know you hang out with me."

The werewolf hummed and nodded. "Oh, yeah. No, they can't smell me. We have this special deodorant that absorbs all these scents. It's made by werewolves for werewolves because our noses are seriously sensitive."

Arthur nodded, setting his homework down. "So, what do I smell like?"

Alfred raised a brow and grinned. "Well," he set his book down and scooted closer, "the most prominent scent is your tea. But..." Alfred leaned closer, his breath feathering over Arthur's skin. The Brit shuddered. "You also have a smokey oak smell, and like new books, and like honey. Sweet honey."

Arthur closed his eyes, neck and face hot. "Do you like honey?"

The younger man hummed, leaning close enough so his nose brushed over Arthur's cheek. "I do."

The Brit tilted his head in Alfred's direction to face him. "Uhm..." Their eyes met and locked. Arthur could only hear his roaring heartbeat, their lips barely brushing.

Finally, their lips met, eyes closing. Alfred's hands placed themselves on Arthur's waist, Arthur's own hands on either of Alfred's biceps.

Alfred hummed, tugging Arthur closer, despite the kiss being slightly sloppy. Arthur shifted onto his knees, then swung his leg over Alfred's lap to straddle him. The younger man's fingers hitched up Arthur's shirt as the Brit moved himself.

Alfred's fingers were warm against Arthur's skin. Arthur gasped for breath as he pulled away. "Alfred..." He murmured, fingers curling in Alfred's hair. Alfred opened his eyes to gaze at the Brit, though Arthur kept his eyes closed. "That felt so good," Arthur breathed, then pressed his lips to Alfred's again.

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Arthur couldn't get the taste of Alfred out of his mouth, and he loved it. And he loved Alfred's smell. And he loved Alfred's touch. And he loved Alfred's voice.

Arthur was in love, wasn't he? He hoped so. Alfred was wonderful. Alfred made him feel wonderful.

So he was exited to tell his brother he found someone.

"Alistair!" Arthur smiled as he invited his brother in. His big brother grinned and tossed an arm around his shoulders.

"Little brother! It's been a while!" Alistair nuzzled Arthur's head, then paused. Arthur blinked up at him, confused as he pulled away. "Did you get a dog?"

"Oh!" Arthur pulled back and waved his hands. "I thought that shower had gotten rid of the dog smell. I was watching a dog for my friend earlier." Alistair hummed, nodding, but not entirely believing his brother. "Well, I ordered some Chinese. It got here just before you did so it's still warm."

Alistair grinned again. "Sounds great! Let's get eating!"

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Under the silvery moonlight, wolves lowered their head in respect and loyalty as a large, red wolf arrived. He stopped beside one of his pack members. "Alfred."

The young werewolf lowered his head, then stood tall. "Yes?"

"Have you been visiting the Kirkland?" Red lashed his tail, puffin out his chest and raising his chin. "You know you're not allowed to be near him."

Alfred nodded. "I know, Red. It's just, he's tutoring me for my literature class. I wasn't doing so good, so he was assigned to me. I knew you wouldn't like it, so I didn't tell you."

The Alpha looked down at the young pack member before nodding. "Of course. Tell me every time you must be near him."

Alfred bowed deeply. "Yes, Alpha."

Red nodded firmly in approval, then trotted away.