I'm The Alpha's Challenge

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Josh sat up as I came out, drying my hair with the towel. "Do I smell better?" I smirked, strolling towards him.

"A course," he smiled. "Like vanilla honey."

I raised an eyebrow and then found myself laughing. "That's what it says on the bottle."

"I guess I owe ya that kiss now, don't I?" he stood, wrapping his free arm around my waist.

I stood on my toes to wind my arms around his neck. "What a good little wolf," I cooed as he leaned down to touch our foreheads.

He chortled, shaking his head. "Glad ta know yer gettin' used ta it."

"Just kiss me, wolf boy," I said.

"Oh," he said, his eyes sparkling. "So I get permission now?"

"Yes," I whined, pouting.

Before I could get another word out, his mouth was on mine and his hand came up to tangle in my hair. My arms kept around his neck, standing on my toes just to reach him. "Yer 'air's wet," he murmured against my lips.

"So a werewolf and Captain Obvious," I chuckled. "That's impressive."

He growled lowly before his fingers began dancing across my waist, pulling a delightful scream from my throat. A fit of giggles followed as I tried to twist away from him. "What was that?" he asked. "What'd ya call me?"

I screamed again, laughing as I tried to get away from him. "Stop, Josh!" I screamed.

"Apolagize!" he demanded, continuing to tickle my waist.

"Okay! Okay!" I caved, twisting away from him as he finally let me go. "I'm sorry I'm just smarter than you."

His eyes narrowed playfully. "I know ya didn't just call me stupid."

I shook my head, smirking. "No, I just said I'm smarter than you."

"Oh, no ya didn't," he growled, lunging for me. I screamed again, turning to run as he caught me around the waist. His lips grazed my neck. "Take it back."

I gasped lowly, instinctively tilting my head to give him full access. "Never," I breathed.

He didn't answer, but instead his lips continued to leave a trail of kisses down to my shoulder. The contact made my vision swarm and focus on the sparks lighting my skin.

As soon as I closed them, visions began popping up in front of my eyes. My breath caught and my eyes flew open. My heart rate spiked; I could hear my pulse in my ears. Before I could do or say anything, Josh groaned to himself and stepped away from me. "How 'bout I brush yer hair?" he asked nervously.

I swallowed the feelings bubbling up inside my stomach and turned around with my eyebrow raised. "You want to… brush… my hair?" I asked, giving him a confused look.

"Uh," he blushed and glanced away. "Coffeeblue says that her perfect guy would brush 'er 'air fer 'er, so…"

"Aw!" I chuckled. "You wanna be my perfect guy?"

He pursed his lips and looked away. After a moment he laughed uneasily, looking back at me. "Why not?"

"Sure," I giggled, grabbing my brush off the dresser and handing it to him. "I find it soothing anyways."

"This isn't weird?" he asked lightly, moving to sit on the bed.

I sat in front of him and turned away from him. "Nope," I said. "Coffeeblue's right. A girl has so many things to do, who has time to brush her hair?"