Scent of a dream

late nights

Since you guys really seemed to want more here is the frist half of chapter 4 hope you like is I'm sill working on the end of the chapter.

The moon hung low, its light playing through the trees. Scott's wolf circles, trying to find the scent that had became his obsession. It surrounds him now. No way of telling which direction that intoxicating aroma was coming from. It seems to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Like a dog chasing its tail, Scott turns around and around looking for any hint of the other werewolf off in the distance.

A noise behind him gets Scott's attention, turning fast he noticed movement in the darkness. His wolf gives chase: bounding and leaping over fallen branches and loose rocks, through the trees he runs. Moving faster than any human could, but somehow slower.

An unseen weight is holding him back. It's unnerving and distracting Scott's wolf just want to give chase, but the human side knows that something's off. Before he can give much thought to the pressure he feels, there comes another noise in the distance. The wolf takes over again running faster and faster with every stride. There's a flash of curly blonde hair and blue eyes just beyond the trees.

Scott takes the corner and instantly feels something digging into his thigh. The sudden force of it knocks him back, giving the human side control over the wolf. It feels as if a tree branch was digging into his outer thigh and upon examination, he finds nothing. He focuses on the pressure building in his leg, there is definitely something there he just can't see it.

“What’s going on?” Scott’s mind  begins to panic: enough to jolt him from his sleep.

Scott wakes to find himself asleep on the couch and he's not alone. Curled up next to him is Isaac, who’s head is resting on his chest and arm wrapped around his waist. Scott’s leg is wedged between Isaac's and there it is. The pressure of something digging into his leg and that’s when it all becomes oh so clear. Scott breath deeply in through his nose taking in Isaac's scent, which isn't the only scent in the air, the scent of arousal and attraction hangs heavy in the room. There's something else to a salty scent that surprises Scott when he identifies it. The feel of Isaac's erection digging into his thigh, the arousal in the air and the scent of the pre-cum leaking from Isaac is enough to drive Scott's wolf mad.

Against Scott’s better judgment his hand begins to explore Isaac's body. Starting at the base of Isaac's neck his hand finds their way down the sleeping beta’s spine to his collarbone and under the neck of Scott’s own shirt. Something about  Isaac wearing his clothes is very arousing to Scott’s wolf. It's like he has been marked or claimed by Scott for all the world to see. Isaac is his.   Scott's hand finds its way down Isaac shoulder blade onto the tight muscles drawn across Isaac's ribcage. Scott's fingers slip into the hollow space between Isaac's ribs as he slowly begins to explore the soft warm skin of Isaac's back beneath his fingertips.

Isaac's breath catches in his chest as Scott's fingers ghost their way down his spine, nothing more than a gentle breeze, the lightest of touch. Scott timidly dances with the designer to push the boundary even further: to cross an unseen line or to pull back. Restrain the wolf from its truest of desires. As Scott debates the idea in his mind Isaac lets out a shuddering breath as a single word escaped his lips nothing more than a whisper.

“Scott”

At the unexpected mention of his name, Scott's heart skips a beat as he forgets to breathe. He freezes and loses his nerve. Now terrified that he let his wolf take it too far Scott realizes his hand is trapped. He was not thinking when he had allowed it to sneak its way under the collar and explore the warm flesh he found there. But it was too late now. There was no way to remove the hand without drawing more attention. With nothing else to do Scott feigns sleep in hopes that Isaac has not woken up and caught him. Isaac stares, using the hand he has rested on Scott's stomach to pushes himself up. He raises his head off of Scott's chest looking down at him and calling his name again.

“Scott, you up?”

It takes all of Scott's will to keep his eyes closed, his heart and breath even. Finally Isaac gives in, lowering himself back down to his previous resting position, nuzzling his face gently against Scott's chest try and find that comfortable spot once more. Incredibly slowly Isaac’s hand makes its way down Scott's chest and across his stomach. Upon finding a resting spot on Scott's hip, Isaac's thumb begins massage small circles into the space between Scott's waistband and the hem of his shirt. Once Isaac's thumb has found its way underneath Scott's shirt, his hand begins to follow. Impossibly slow he traces Scott's V and the outline of each his abs finding its final resting place on one of Scott's pecs.

With each touch from Isaac, icy fire burns in Scott's veins, spreading like lighting from Isaac’s hand to Scott’s bare skin. It takes every bit of Scott's self-control to hold his wolf back. With every explosion that Isaac's touch sends, Scott's wolf lunges to the surface, wild and hungry for more.

Scott's heart is racing in his chest. There's no doubt in his mind that Isaac can hear it being that his head is resting meer millimeters over his heart. But Scott can hear the thunderous roar of Isaac's own heart racing as well. Not quite sure what to do Scott raises the arm that was resting on Isaac's rib cage, slowly embracing Isaac tightly, enclosing any space that was left between the two. Neither boy quite knowing what to say or do they remain silent not moving in the moment, until their hearts as one began to slow. The pull of sleep takes them, returning Scott to the dream and the chase.