Lycanthrope

Chapter 15

Adam had been acting strange throughout the morning; as strange as a man turned wolf-creature could, of course.

Be it ghosting a caress across my arms and waist or puffing his warm breath against my neck, he had consistently appeared beside or behind me, though never staying past a fraction of a second, evaporating as quickly as the morning mist on a warm day. If my senses were not so keen, I would doubt the act had even occurred.

The man himself portrayed innocence, always returning to whatever task he was doing before my eyes could recast themselves on him in accusation. And when I sent him a half-hearted frown, he turned his eyebrows up in question.

He was playing with me, I was certain of it.

So I played back.

Whilst I idly petted the fur quilt beneath my hand, the next innoxious attack came, in the form of a finger gently trailing down my neck. This time I didn't give rise as I had before. I kept my breathing neutral, body still and never let my heart accelerate beyond average, even when my lips burned in memory of our earlier actions.

The finger loitered longer this time and I couldn't help an internal cheer of triumph.
Our playing excelled into the afternoon, slowly it had become increasingly outgoing; the contact lasted longer and the breath against my neck grew hotter. A quarrel between competitive spirits ensued.

Yet Adam did not at all seem outwardly fazed, not even in the slightest. He would sit, engage with me in idle conversation and banter, ask if I needed anything and then turn back to the fire. We continued with our daily tasks, cooking, cleaning and removing the debris away from the passage to the spring as if nothing was happening.

However as soon as I so much as blinked, a hand would squeeze my hip or rest over my navel, lay a little too high on my thigh. A defiant blush broke through my stubborn grip, blossoming on my cheeks in a vibrant pink hue.

The attacks were most definitely escalating, I was silently apprehensive, and maybe a tad excited, to where the next might take us.

By mid afternoon, just as I was finishing up the passage, adding torches- of which Adam had fashioned from old cloth and animal fat- to the newly found cuffs which extended out of the rock face, I finally planned to execute my retaliation.

This time when the lips trailed my shoulder, I leaned back and didn't stop until my back made contact with another body. Twisting, I rose my arms to wrap around his neck in a smooth, fast, feline movement, intending to fish my leg behind his knees and knock him down, where I would then pin him and gloat victoriously.

"Oh." I said, the sound escaping me before I could control it. The black eyes had startled me to a stop.

Adam, or Alpha as he preferred, frowned a pout twisting his human face, "Not want me?"

"No, no. Just not what I expected." Smiling, he took my hand in his own and settled it on his bristled cheek. "So, its been you all day?" I arched a brow.

"Yes." He growled lowly, almost like a purr, and hoisted my legs over his hips. My breath hitched and he smirked a wolffish smile. Soon my own knowing smile lifted my lips in retaliation.

"Adam been aware of your doings?" To my question, and haughty tone, he tilted his head away like a guilty child. Playfully I batted his shoulder, "You sly dog." I snickered.

"Lycan." He corrected with a soft growl, pushing his forehead against mine and nuzzling his nose with my own. We took in the moment of silence, him just revelling in our closeness and me questioning how far gone my sanity was to be able to look into the obis of his eyes and not be quaking, as I imagined many a person before me had.