Page 48 of Double Shot

My breathing was still a little shaky as I began making my way to the front office. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, and even fewer rooms with the glow of lamplight beyond the drawn curtains.

I was already doubting my decision to come here. He was going to think I was so fucking weird for showing up at his work. I mean, this was weird, right? This was almost stalkerish behaviour. I was apparently incapable of being even remotely normal around him.

But this was my chance to see the beautiful incubus again. And maybe apologise for being so forward with him last time.

And for ripping his shirt. And panties.

That was my rationale for coming here. I’d ruined his clothes, and I had to make that right. I had to replace them. So I had. I’d spent hours trawling the internet to find the exact shirt I’d ripped off his beautiful body—I still had it at home, which was yet another weird thing.

I’d felt like a complete perv doing the same for the panties, but… it was my responsibility. That was my reasoning. My justification. I had to replace his panties. Still had his ruined ones at home too.

It was just an… unfortunate side effect that the possessive wolf in me was already salivating at the thought of him wearing panties I’d bought for him. Again, weird. I didn’t even know him. I was definitely going to make a complete and utter fool of myself in front of him. Again.

And that didn’t even touch on how wildly uncomfortable and anxious I felt about interacting with him face-to-face in my human form—not through a glory hole. But I had to; we were in public. This place was a supernatural-run motel, but it was obviously still open to humans, so there was no way I could walk around in my werewolf form.

Fuck, I felt so awkward and ungainly like this. I hated it.

What if he hated it too? Hated the way I looked? I mean, he had smiled at me that night in Gargy’s, when he was on his first date with the faun…

My mood dimmed a little when I remembered that. And the fact that he’d been on another date with the faun when we fucked at Cratos. It was stupid of me to even have come here. He was clearly seeing the faun guy.

I’d just been… convenient, I guessed? A meal? Maybe he’d been hungry and needed to feed, and the faun wasn’t enough for him.

Perversely, that made my cock twitch. Was I lacking so much self-respect that I’d willingly and happily become his living dildo while he went on dates with the creepy bearded faun guy and fell in love with him and lived happily ever after with him?

I guessed there was only one way to find out.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping into a dingy front office. And there he was, sitting behind the front desk, his cheek resting in his hand as he stared down at his phone. Dark curls hung over his face, long lashes hiding his amber eyes, until they rose at the sound of the door and met mine.

My belly clenched with want, pulse beginning to race again. Yes. Yeah, I’d be both willing and happy to be his living dildo. Without a doubt. I’d probably beg for it, if he even hinted at it being a possibility.

My nostrils flared when a hint of those intoxicating pheromones curled through the air, like tendrils wrapping around my throat. I saw the incubus’s Adam’s apple bob, and his eyes trailed down my frame as I approached the desk, praying to the fucking moon that I was walking at least somewhat normally.

He straightened quickly, raising a hand to tuck a stray curl behind his ear as his throat bobbed again. “H-hi. Hi. Welcome, um… welcome to the, um, Elfknot Motel.”

My tongue suddenly felt too thick for my mouth, so I didn’t answer verbally, just nodded at him once as I came to a stop in front of the counter. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes flashed down my frame once more before he tucked his hair behind his ear again and reached for the computer mouse.

“Um, I—Do you have a booking?” He looked a little flustered as he jiggled the mouse to wake up the monitor. Those pheromones were pumping out of him with a touch more intensity now. It was making my prick wake up and thicken, so I shifted from foot to foot and silently prayed he wouldn’t peer over the desk.

“No.”

I gave myself a mental pat on the back for managing to say an entire word in front of him in a somewhat normal voice. Granted, it was a little husky and gravelly with nerves, and I was pretty sure I’d somehow managed to mess up the inflection of a single word, but I’d said it. I’d done it.

He went still and looked up at me again, eyes all big and guileless. They were so pretty. Like honey. Or amber. I bet they looked fucking phenomenal during a sunset.

Maybe if I stopped being so fucking weird, he’d let me take him on a date and I’d get to see what a sunset looked like reflected in his eyes.

“Have we… met before?” he asked me hesitantly, gaze roaming over my face again, his pupils growing bigger. “You seem kind of familiar…”

Those pheromones were pulsing out of him thick and fast now, which either meant he was very attracted to me in my human form—my traitorous brain refused to believe it—or his body was simply reacting to my own scent or something, because of the glory hole incident. His body remembered that it had fed off me. That must be all it was.

But shit, now was the time to fess up. To admit that not only was I Fenrir, or B. Were, and the blood- and sweat-covered werewolf who’d fucked him like a feral animal in the shitty locker room at Cratos, I was also the guy who’d stuck his dick through the glory hole at Gargy’s and gotten a handjob from him.

I cleared my throat and clutched the handle of the plastic bag harder, trying not to fidget anxiously. “Actually, yes.”

Wow, two more words. I was doing surprisingly well.

His eyes brightened. “I thought so. Your face is kind of familiar.” One slender, long-fingered hand drifted up to fiddle with the pink pendant hanging from a chain around his neck as he gave me a coy smile.