Omega Blues (Gay Romance)

Chapter Thirty-Four: Full Moon Gift

Bren

The werewolf was there, fur bristling electric under my skin. As Matt ran his hands over my body, I felt the wolf responding to him as much as to the full moon.

"Stop freaking out."

"I'm not."

"Yeah, you are." Matt kissed my nose, ducking his head over mine so his curls dropped darkly around my face. "I can tell. Are you, like, afraid the others will hear us macking on each other?"

He rolled lazily against my hips. I felt it through my whole body, shock waves of pleasure and animal terror. I breathed deeply to get control of my body. "That's not what I'm worried about."

"But they've all got super werewolf hearing!"

"They've got better things to do than listen to us."

"Are you kidding? You're a rugged cowboy and I'm a cute musician, we're too sexy not to listen to!"

It was impossible not to laugh at that much enthusiasm. I tried to keep my face stern and serious. "It's true, you're sexy. But there's a werewolf code of conduct, which includes not eavesdropping on your friends. Didn't you read the rules when you signed up?"

"What?" His surprise wafted off him.

"The werewolf handbook. We've all read it." I was able to stare him down for a few long moments before I started laughing again.

Matt slapped at my chest. "You're so mean, I believed you! I was so worried!" He leaned down to lick the spot he'd hit, then blew a raspberry.

I jerked away, laughing at the wet bubbling sound. But Matt stayed firmly on top of me with his legs around my waist. "This is like those exam dreams. I thought I'd studied for werewolf school, then suddenly I'm in the exam and everyone's got this magic handbook I don't have. And also I'm naked."

"There's no book. It's common courtesy. No one will be listening to us."

Matt blew another raspberry on my stomach, then kissed me when I played at wiggling away. "So we can be as noisy as we want?"

"As noisy as you want."

"Do you mean sex? Or, like, screaming in pain, American Werewolf in London styles?"

"It could go either way."

"Are you joking now?"

I hesitated.

Matt stuck out his tongue against my stomach. "How can I make you stop worrying?"

"You can't. I've always been terrified of the shift. It's never been a good time for me. And it's just in my nature to worry—to look out for everyone and protect them."

"Okay, so worry. Be a frightened rabbit instead of a cool wolf. But let me enjoy my full moon?"

I chuckled. "You have no idea how much time wolves spend being scared." But Matt was looking at me, all sweet and trusting. I never wanted to let him down, yet here I was with a needle of misery to poke at his balloon of endless happiness.

And suddenly it occurred to me: I had a lifetime of bad memories of the full moon. But Matt was new to this. I was shaping his memories, defining how he'd feel about himself and the shift for the rest of his life. This was my chance to give him good memories.

"I'll let you enjoy your full moon," I said. "But I don't know how."

"No kidding."

I caught a handful of his ringlets and gave a tug. "Just tell me what you want. Let's make this good for you. You're in charge."