Of Doms & Subs

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

"Hey, Moira, would you take a short walk with me?" While I was still bearing a grudge against her mate, I genuinely liked the witch. She'd merely laughed at me for sniffing her and trying to figure out the strange new nose-tingling smell. She informed me that it was magic.

"Ok, spill it," she whispered once we were out of earshot.

"Spill what?"

"I'm blind, not deaf, so don't try to lie to me." She poked me hard in the shoulder. Evidently witches could also smell a falsehood.

"I want to test something. I was wondering if we could wander up the main road," I admitted.

"You're trying to bypass the geis by having me act as escort," she laughed. Obviously, the rumour mill Mickayla had warned me of had carried the tale of my misdemeanour to her. "Yeah, he didn't word that one quite right, did he?"

"I figure 'proper escort' is subject to interpretation. A witch has got to count, right? Besides, if this doesn't work, I'll steal Ian's Ford Escort," I shrugged.

"If this loophole works, Angus is going to be pissed," she warned.

"Just keeping my options open."

"Is it really that bad?"

"No," I sighed. "Angus wants me for the pack." Ugh, that was weird to say. And I said so. "I don't like to be tied down. Outside of the bedroom anyway."

"Fyi, normal handcuffs won't work now. Just saying." A faint blush coloured her cheeks. "Wolves can be just as promiscuous as us humans, but once they start falling for something that's it. Done. Game over. End. Finito. Do not pass go, go directly to mating."

"Not helping, witch." As a human, she couldn't smell moods, could she? I was scared to ask how she knew or where she was going with this because I didn't think I'd like the answer. "Out of control hormones are not good enough reason to jump into bed with someone. And certainly not after having known them less than a week."

"Then try this on for size: you're afraid to play bedwarmer. But you're also too afraid to tie yourself to him in a non-sexy fashion. Maybe instead of worrying about what he wants, first ask your two halves what they want," she suggested.

"It's a little early for a verdict," I frowned.

"The only two people I know whose wolves chose before their human parts knew within hours of meeting each other. Tom and I fell the first time we met."

"I did the whole love at first sight bit, and have no desire to be that stupid again. Here we are," I said when our path went from gravel to blacktop. "Please don't tell anyone about this."

"I won't lie, but I won't volunteer any info either." I dropped her arm momentarily and she folded her arms and looked eerily like my mother, who I hadn't seen in years. The last time we spoke was before my ill-fated trip. She didn't know what had happened. What would she think if she knew I turned furry?

"That's all I ask." Unlike my attempt earlier that day, I was able to lift my foot with the intent to step onto the road. My emotions, like my hormones, fluctuated easily and I found the pendulum swing back to joy. I leaped back and forth from the pack property to the road with ease and a giggle. Returning to the gravel I held my arm out to lightly brush against hers so she could take it at her leisure.

"Tom's going to ask what we talked about, so let's get our story straight. Cop and wolf instincts, killer combo when it comes to interrogations." She affected a shudder. "How about that popular sports team?"

"When's football season over again?" I asked mournfully.

"Superbowl's in February. But that's only a problem if you're stuck at the house on game days. If you are, you'll have to come kidnap me. I'd offer to come rescue, but for some asinine reason they won't give me a driver's license."

"Hey, do you want to drive? You can take my Jeep for a spin in the driveway," I offered.

"You're kidding." Dark brows rose over the sunglasses.

"I never kid when it comes to shenanigans. I take my shenanigans very seriously," I swore solemnly while fishing my spare set of keys out from under the back bumper and unlocked the doors. "This is the ignition key." I handed the ring to her with the one in question pressed into her fingers. "Let's hop in and I'll show you where to stick it."

"Ooh, no one's said that to me since high school," she smirked.

After we both buckled up, I talked her through starting the engine and shifting into gear, guiding her hand when appropriate. After getting the pedals sorted out, we inched forward. Men were coming around the house to investigate the sound of the engine.

"Turn the wheel a quarter turn to your right." We slowly arced so that it was obvious to the spectators that the blind witch was driving. I blithely waved while continuing to give verbal directions, only guiding the wheel slightly by hand once or twice. "Now gun the gas about halfway and turn all the way to the left." We squealed with laughter as we spun around, gravel crunching and spraying under the tires. Instinct caused her to let off the gas before I could tell her to let off the gas. If we continued, we'd have spun out and possibly lost control.

"Now put her in park and turn off the engine so your mate and my Alpha can come rip me a new one." Even though he wasn't officially my Alpha yet in any sense of the word, the words felt right, which was disturbing in and of itself.

"Should we make a break for it?" she asked.

"Eh, we'd have to return sometime. I don't know you well enough yet to pull a Thelma and Louise." I pocketed the keys and propped a foot on the dash.

"Is there a problem, officer?" Moira asked innocently as Tom approached her open window.

"What were you thinking?" Tom bellowed. At her, not me. My own personal bane was yanking my door open.

"Out," he snapped. Oh, this was too easy now that I knew how to find the loopholes.

"Yes, you are outside." I batted my eyelashes at him.

"Get out of the car." He bit off each word. He must have seen the glint in my eye because he added, "Now." He slammed the door behind me hard enough to rock the poor car.

"You would have walked away if she'd managed to roll the Jeep, but she's human," he barked. There was definitely something wrong with me because the danger and power that rolled off of him when he was mad did very naughty things to my body.

"A) I know far more about the fragility of humans than you do. Nurse, remember? B) We never went over fifteen mph. That little show was really just shifting the weight around. And C), at most it would have tipped onto the side I was on. We even wore seatbelts."

"So instead you put yourself at risk for a little stunt?" Danger Will Robinson, that was a growl.

"Or maybe I understand what it's like to be denied certain freedoms," I said quietly, but with no less feeling.

"Give me the keys." Now he was pissed enough to force power behind his words.

"I already gave you keys. Check with Shane, he should have the original set." I bounced the spares once in my palm before chucking them into the ditch full of murky water by the road. I could do this submission thing as long as I found enough escape clauses.