• Triple Threat Together • [Zourry] |Man X Man|

[11]

Mhmmm. Comfy.

I twist and turn, rubbing myself all over the soft, fluffy surface underneath me. My body feels so wonderful. Free of pain, exhaustion and stress.

As I breath out a yawn and start inhaling to ya know, get some oxygen inside my body, I choke on air and then proceed to cough loudly as saliva goes down the wrong pipe.

It all happened in a split second. My senses slammed back into my body, ears ringing in high alert and eyes snapping open to survey the unfamiliar environment.

Last but definitely not least, my nose flares, vacuuming up or trying to capture the overpowering scent of which I'm sure belongs to my mate.

My mouth salivates, literal drool escaping from the corners of my lips as I sit up in the huge king size bed, painstakingly aware of my nudity.

Oh God. The room reeks in the most tantalizing way, of an aroma so dominant and fierce that it immediately settles me.

A normal person would probably scream or start panicking about ya know, being naked in a strange place. However I'm not a normal person and the racing of my heart and lightheadedness being caused by the excitement I feel at being in, what I assume is my mates room, is enough to pacify me.

A.K.A I'm too drunk off my mates scent to properly react to the situation at hand.

"Attention! The Mating Gala is tomorrow. I want you all to go over your drills incase of an emergency, rest and then assume your positions in this form bright and early tomorrow. Do I make myself clear?"

I scurry out of bed, wrapping the sheet tightly around my figure as I race across the room and peer out the window.

My heart swells and becomes heavy. An anxious feeling bubbles in my stomach as elephants metaphorically chase the butterflies in it. My eyes weirdly enough gets glossy as my emotions overwhelm me and I gasp loudly, not at the immensely impressive army of lycanthrope warriors.

No not at them at all. It's all because of him. The breathtaking, handsome specimen standing before them. Head held high in pride and confidence with a cloak of indescribable power pulsating around him.

"Yes Alpha Louis sir!" They all salute. He looks them over, hands clasped behind his back and chest puffed out proudly. He reminds me of a lion, standing before his pride with a stance that depicts superiority.

My mate.

He nods in approval at their synchronized, respectful response. Gleaming in the sunlight with an air of refined elegance mixed perfectly with hidden ferocity.

I watch him. Scanning him from head to toe and taking in every detail of his appearance. There's no doubt about it. His beauty wasn't ethereal or heavenly.

No. He's devilishly handsome. His beauty the embodiment of what I'd expect Father Nature to look like. If Mother Nature ever had a partner.

He's all sweaty as if he just finished working out, his subtle scruff and wild, slightly messy hair adding to his rugged appearance.

The caramel brown tone of his hair compliments his tan skin. Hair that reminds me of the barks of the surroundings trees and the soil he stands on.

A color that also reminds me of the changing leaves symbolizing the coming Autumn. Of honey and my little squirrel and chipmunk friends back home.

My scrutinizing gaze goes lower and I smile softly as I recognize those eyes. A bright bluish gray, now that I can see them in the brilliance of the sun. So my blue eyed Daddy is real after all.

A cute, button nose along with slender, pink lips quirked up in a pleased smirk.

Broad shoulders and bulging biceps straining through a simple white shirt.

A tight white shirt.

A tight white shirt that clings to his sweaty form. Placing emphasis on his toned stomach and the many tattoos decorating his skin.

Yum.

My assessment of his physique is cut short when he releases a reprimanding growl at one of his subordinates. A growl that resonates in my bones, dripping with dominance and aggression.

An action that seems to trigger the following events. My hands drop to my side, sheets slithering down my body and pooling at my feet as a warm, sticky liquid streams down my legs.

Sharp, stinging occurs at the base of my back, close to my ass and at the sides of my head. I'm sure my eyes are a culmination of multiple colored specks as I make a sound I didn't even know I could.

A screech.

Don't ask. I don't even know. My body has a mind of it's own.

A screech so deafening that glowing blue orbs snap to mine. It happens like a scene out of some badass, superhero comic or movie.

My mate manipulates the Earth. Yep. Definitely Father Nature.

Doing weird hand movements that causes the surface underneath him to uproot and separate from the rest of the ground.

Earth bending. A special ability that only a  werewolf, known for having complete dominion over the element can wield.

My mate reaches the window, staring at me in surprise as he floats on the piece of rock. The rock tilts slightly as his eyes flash a blazing yellow, resembling molten lava as it renders me a useless mess.

He rights himself, pupils blown as his canines elongate pass his lips and veins become visible on his fisted arms.

I crumble to the bedroom floor, seated in the now soaked sheet, coated in my slick, at the primal arousal wafting from every pore of his body.

"Move back mate." I decide to obey his growled command.

Though a mischievous playfulness, arises within me, causing me to turn my back to him and crawl towards the wooden leg of the bed. Swishing my newly acquired tail teasingly as I turn my head, pinning him with my multi-colored eyes.

Yes I have a tail. A bushy, black tail. And wolf ears as well, if the incessant, foreign twitching on the top of my head is anything to go by.

I think it's because of his growl earlier. Why? Shrug. I don't know. I'm just rolling with the punches at this point because if I think too much about this, I'm going to lose my mind.

He lifts his hand and the building shakes as the wood around the window splinters and breaks apart, leaving a gaping hole in the wall as he carelessly throws the window behind him.

I gape at that and stare behind him, too high up and therefore unable to see what's happening on the ground below him.

I hope that didn't land on anyone. Yikes.

I get no time to worry about someone being injured or contemplate the dramatic actions of my mate. In a flash my naked form is scooped up off the floor and pinned on the plush, now familiar surface of the bed.

My arousal flares as warning bells simultaneously blare in my head when all my mates teeth continue to sharpen and elongate dangerously.

Uhmm.

Shouts of 'wait' echo in the room as I try to push his heavy body off of me, fright overtaking me.

He ignores me, eyes still baring that yellow hue as he forcefully pushes my head to the side and lunges for my neck.