His Human

"You're perfect. Everything about you is perfect." His stubble tickles my neck as his soft lips leave a trail of kisses along my skin.

"I guess that answers my question then." I whisper shakily into his ear, my arms draped lazily around his broad shoulders.

He stops abruptly. Those dark black eyes find mine and the look stops me from breathing.

"What question?"

"If I could be, would you want me to be a werewolf with you?"

He pauses for a moment, the only sound heard is our soft breathing, and my heart pounding in my chest.

"You're my human. Don't ever think otherwise."