Siren Alpha✔️ [A mmf shifter story]

Chapter Twelve: Shifters Are Feral

Riley

"And there you have it, a martini," I declared.

Freya frowned at the glass of bitter smelling liquid.

I had spent the last thirty minutes mixing all the crowd favorites at Feral, my club. The name was not so subtle which I did not mind. I was not known for my creativity.

She grabbed the cocktail glass away from me and sniffed it, then turned to the bar top. "This has-- this." She lifted a bottle of vermouth. "And this." She touched the bottle of gin. "Plus the creepy lemon."

"Lemon twist," I corrected.

"Uhuh. Lemon twist." She picked up the Americano I had prepared, and sniffed it. Turning to the bottles again, she picked up a fresh glass, threw in ice cubes, poured the vermouth, the campari and the soda over it, and presented it to me. "Is it right?"

It was. I did not need to taste it to know. She had poured the exact amount of everything: equal parts vermouth and campari, with just a splash of club soda.

I nodded, and took a sip. "Perfect. This is called an Americano."

She repeated the word, and I found myself staring at her lips. Pink. Shapely. She licked at them almost every time she began a sentence.

We went through all the drinks with her re-making them, just from a single sniff. It was very impressive. Everytime she repeated a name, I knew she was saving it to memory.

Afterwards I asked, "So you learn faster through smell?"

"Yes. Especially when it comes to food." She grinned up at me. Beautiful.

I had never found a girl beautiful. Or attractive. But something about Freya. I loved her smile. It made me want to run my tongue along her teeth. I was aware of her in every way. Her warmth, her scent, it clung to her, and then to me. Her every breath. She intoxicated me.

Just days ago she had used Dustin's shampoo and soap, and now she was covered in mine. My jeans grew tight and uncomfortable. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted a stronger, more primal claim to her. If I sank my teeth right into--

"Do I have the job?" Freya asked, grinning even wider. She ran her fingers down my chest, real cat-like, and I shivered. The glint in her brown eyes was mischievous. "I promise I won't forget a single one." Her hands were burning through my shirt where she held me at my hips.

I growled low in my throat, my human side had very little to do with that, and gripped her long curly hair.

It was around 4pm, and so the club was closed. We were alone. Thankfuly!

I pulled her closer. Leaning down, I licked a long line from her collar bone to her cheek. She tasted tangy and syrupy, in a way that was uniquely Freya and oh so.... I licked and nibbled at the crook of her shoulder, and I felt my canines elongate.

I heard her gasp, but she might as well have been in a different room. What would she do if I bit her? She mumbled something. I barely heard.

A shrill alarm filled the deserted club. I jerked away from her, almost falling over in the process, had it not been for my hand in Freya's hair.

Only one person consistently personalized his ring tone on my phone. No matter how much it irked me to no end.

"Dustin," I answered. I cleared my throat to get rid of the groggy emotion in it. "What?" For the first time in my life there was something I wanted to do more than talk to him. Almost.

"Are you heading to Feral later today?"

"I'm already here. With Freya."

"Should she be moving about so soon?"