The Bad Girl in Boots

Steak

First update in a veryyyyy long time sorryyyy! Couldn't think of anything to write and then the past few days I've just word vomited into the notes section of my phone- hope you enjoy!!

The morning light crept through the open blinds and cast slivers of light across our bodies. Hunter's chest was bare, his tan skin dappled with sun. I smoothed a hand across it, tracing my fingertips in patterns on his tight stomach. I couldn't get over how muscled he was.
Was it something to do with being a werewolf, and an alpha at that?
Hell, I wasn't even fully sure what that meant, or how it affected me.
I also wasn't sure how I felt about him.
There was something there.
Firstly there was the fact that sometimes he made me want to gift him a nicely aimed kick to his manhood. God knows he drove me mental at times.
But then there was that thing.
That overwhelming, consuming desire to just be near him.
This invisible thread that tied me to him, strengthening the more time I spent with him, the more contact I had with him.
It tugged my very being to him, urged me to stay by his side. The stronger it got, the harder it was to be away from this tall, green eyed boy who had entered my life mere weeks ago. I felt... full. Like something had been missing that I didn't know I needed, and this gaping space had been filled with his laughter and his joy and his light.
And it wasn't entirely unpleasant.
While I mused, my fingers continued to caress his stomach, tracing more and more intricate patterns on his satin skin. The pristine sheets had been flung to the end of the bed, exposing us both to the chill morning air.
There was a bite of frost on the breeze, and I mentally calculated the dates and discovered with a start that late summer had merged to autumn in the time I'd been at the school.
Shame flushed through my body as I realised I hadn't made a single attempt to contact my family. Not my parents, they wouldn't give a flying fuck, but Sebastian?
The thought of the hurt he must be feeling made me sit up abruptly in bed, using Hunter's chest to steady my motion and push myself up.
He woke with a start, green eyes gazing sleepily at me from under a forest of thick lashes. I shook his shoulder as his eyes started slide shut again, exclaiming;
"Get up! I need to call my brother!"
Hunter groaned, flopping over onto his stomach and dragging me back down with him, arm hooked lazily around my waist. I struggled against him, managing to half sit up again, dark hair falling like a curtain around my face as I leaned over him. I poked his cheek, trying to ignore the sparks radiating from my fingertip.
"Get the fuck up, you lazy oaf!"
A tanned hand came around and snagged my wrist, gently tucking it under his side.
"Go back to sleep, we don't have to get up for class for another hour."
"Hunter-"
"-Sleep." His eyes were firmly glued shut and his hand continued to hold mine captive, thumb rubbing circles onto the inside of my wrist. His touch disarmed me, and I shifted to sit with my back against the head board, legs tucked underneath me.
I wiggled my hand under his cheek, pushing upwards until he realised what I wanted him to do, and he lifted his head, eyes still closed.
I gently pulled his head into my lap, smoothing the dark hair back away from his face. At first he stiffened, green eyes cracking open to stare warily at me.
I scowled back, gently closing them with my finger and thumb, and was rewarded with an adorable sleepy grin.
"I like it when you're nice to me." He mumbled.
My fingers ran through his hair, and I almost moaned at how thick and soft it was. Then I frowned.
"Hey! When have I ever not been nice to you?" My hands never stopped rhythmically stroking his face and hair.
My only reply was a single dark brow lifting up. My gaze travelled to a small, nearly gone bruise from where I smacked him the other day.
A small pout formed on my face and Hunter smirked, flipping himself over to lie face up in my lap in a fluid motion that made his back muscles flex, warming my insides. His hands wound themselves behind my neck, lacing together and pulling me down closer to his gorgeous face.
I needed to stop noticing his attractiveness.
Internally shaking myself, I watched his upside down lips form a smirk. They curled  up seductively just at the corners. My gaze travelled the planes of his handsome face.
Trailed over his chiselled jaw, noting that the muscle that twitched when he was angry or stressed was relaxed as his smile widened.
High cheekbones became my next point of study and I lightly traced them with thumbs, then up and over his brow bones before sinking my fingers into his hair, applying pressure near his temples and chuckling at his deep groan. His eyes shuttered to half mast, and he practically melted like putty in my hands. I continued to massage his scalp and temples, rewarded by louder and louder moans.
"I think I'm drooling." He mumbled. Glazed green eyes met mine, crinkling at the corners with his relaxed smile. I stopped, hands starting to ache, and let him pull me closer, hands behind my neck tugging my face down gently. His eyes never wavered from mine.
"This is nice." I breathed. Hunter's smile grew, eyes soft as he gazed at me.
"I wish every morning could be like this." His eyes never wavered from mine, watching for any sign of unease in me.
"Imagine." His fingers pressed into my neck, easing out knots of tension.
"You waking me up early, frantic and panicking-"
"-oh yes that sounds wonderful." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.
"Shush, I'm talking." A slender finger fell to my mouth, sliding along my lower lip, pulling it down slightly as his hand trailed down my jaw to cup my cheek. Our noses touched as he demandingly pulled my face to his.
"Me, calming you down with a single touch. Your massages should definitely become a daily occurrence." He grinned again, kissed the tip of my nose and sat up away from me. My nerves screamed both at the casual kiss and in protest at the sudden loss of his warmth and I pouted. He now sat, an identical image of me, cross legged against the headboard. He caught the look on my face and rolled his eyes, reaching forward with one hand to squish my cheeks, forcing the pout off my face and then pulling away again.
The early hour had my brain working slower than usual, and I found myself scowling at his peaceful face, angry at the loss of contact.
Hunter's arms immediately opened, that invisible thread connecting tugging me insistently towards him.
"Come here." he demanded and all feelings of ire vanished from my system, replaced with fuzzy warmth at the thought that he wanted me near.
I crawled into his lap, curling up and leaning into his warm chest. His arms wrapped around me , pulling me deeper against him. His chin came to rest on my shoulder. I was so comfortable with him.
"Your brother knows you're okay." Hunter murmured. I stiffened.
"How? I haven't spoken to him since before I left. God, I'm such an awful sister."
The arms around my waist loosened so that he had room to stroke my sides gently.
"Don't say that. You've been dealing with a lot. For a lot of it you were barely even conscious, baby. It's okay." A pregnant pause filled the room as he considered his next words. "I've spoken to him on the phone a few times."
I whipped my head round, neck cracking painfully. I ignored the sharp ache as I stared at the boy in front of me in confusion.
"You've spoken to my brother?"
Hunter nodded, green eyes faintly sheepish.
"Um, okay." I stammered, trying to force my morning brain to process the new information. His hands drifted out involuntarily as I shifted out of his lap and across the bed.
"I didn't mean to interfere, I just thought it might be easier for you if I gave him some background to... well, all this, before you spoke to him."
I stared at my hands, twisting my fingers around each other in an endless dance of anxiety.
"I don't really know how to feel about this." I confessed.
He didn't reply, carefully examining my face as I thought.
"I wish you would've told me." I said finally.
"I know, and I should have, but we were making such good progress that I didn't want to tell you in case I lost you after only a few days of having you close and not hating me." He hung his head, shoulders curving downwards. "You can hate me." He continued, looking up through his lashes at me. "- but I really hope you don't." He sighed.
My chest seared painfully at his dejected expression. Had I really been so awful to him that he thought I would flip out over such a minor thing? My heart cracked a little at the thought. I reached out to hold his head between my palms. He looked imploringly at me. "I'm sorry."
I stroked my thumbs soothingly on his cheeks, resting my forehead against his.
"Hunter, I'm not pissed." He started, eyes widening.
"Really?"
"Of course! Confused, yes. Grateful, yes. But not angry!"
He considered my words before placing a sweet kiss to my forehead, pulling me in tightly to wrap his arms around me.
"I'm glad. Very glad." He sighed in relief.
I smiled at him, probably with a tad too much  adoration in my gaze but neither of us acknowledged this fact.
"Does he know how you are? Like, to me?" I asked, morning brain still in action. He looked puzzled. I struggled to rephrase in my head.
"I mean, does he know who, or what you are, in relation to me?"
His expression cleared and he gazed thoughtfully at me. His hand slid to mine, holding it against his cheek.
"Well, I didn't really know what I was to you when I spoke to him." He paused. "Wolves don't really define their relationships much, because we all know that one day..." he trailed off, looking apologetic and I didn't even bother to ask what he was going to say. "Anyway, regardless, all I told him was that I was a friend of yours and Alpha of the pack." He finished with a nervous smile, clearly still worried about my reaction to what he thought was a grievous interference. I decided I was tired of being away from him, even if it was just a few inches.
I reached my arms up and snaked them around his neck, the feel of his warm, tan skin against my wrists doing all sorts of things to me. I tugged slightly, and without words Hunter knew what I wanted. His torso shifted until he was sat back against the headboard of the bed again, pulling me closer and then as I lifted towards him more, he grasped me around the waist and settled me against him. I rested my head on his shoulder, nose against his neck and shuffled ever closer. There was a certain contented bliss about me that I had never experienced before.