Heat

A hint of sexuality

‘Heat’

She followed him home from the bar. You see, She had been in heat for a long time, and licking herself was no longer sufficient. She needed penetration, a mate to fill her desires. And so her hunt for a mate had begun.

She roamed through mountain and valley, desert and forest, city and country, through all the elements, sniffing him out. Not just any mate could breed her. She wanted her bloodline as pure as possible. Her pack was so watered down with half-bloods, they were now more human-mutt. So far gone. What once was legacy had now been lost to lore. She would not settle.

As the story goes, they only expose themselves for a full moon. But in reality, she-wolves transformed in the height of their cycles, which came once a moon. Her time was near, she could taste it.

He was also near. She smelt his essence. The ocean breeze helped guide her to him. The closer she got, the stronger his familial scent grew.

The wind wafted her to the outside of a bar in a small ocean town. She stood outside and assessed her surroundings before entry. Her nostrils confirmed he was inside, so she slowly exhaled as she opened the door.

With her head down, she walked straight to the empty end of the bar and took a seat. She felt everyone's eyes on her, one by one, but kept her own down.

“What can I get for ya, hun? Let me guess, wine?“ The bartender made an assumption based on her appearance.

“Um, no thank you. May I please have coffee with Bailey's and Khalula?”

“Sure thing.”

She sat and sipped. Waiting. Listening. Her sable hairs were tingling all the while.

He watched this seemingly timid stranger while talking with his group of buddies. They all knew each other in this small town bar. He wanted to make her feel welcome. That was his excuse anyway. Really, his curiosity was piqued, and he could no longer resist the lure.

“Hi, I'm Ben-ammi Truman, but you can call me Ben, if you like. Mind if I have a seat? “

“Please. “ She gestured with a delicate hand to the stool beside her. “ I'm Sarah Wolfe. Nice to meet you. “

“Ha! For a second, I thought you said..”

She finally looked up, right into his eyes. They were as pale green as her own. Yes. It was him. He's the one she wanted.

Her eyes coyly smirked at him without her lips moving. Then she looked back down to her almost empty glass. It was starting.

“You from around here or just passing through? “

Small talk was not her thing. She took her last swallow and reached into her purse to pull out cash. “I'm just passing through.” She put a ten and a five on the counter as she stood.

He put his hand on hers and said, “Allow me. “ He then turned and nodded to the bartender. She nodded back.

His touch had caused a sudden surge of wetness straight to her loins. “I thank you.“ She slipped the bills back into her purse. “I need to go. Thank you.” She glanced down to where she had sat, making sure there were no traces left behind then abruptly left.

But she didn't go far. She hid in the darkness and watched. Waited. Anticipated for him to leave. She wanted him alone.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, his group all stood. Said their goodnights. Paid their tabs. Made their exits. She watched him walk a block down the road before she started following.

She watched him enter the gate, enter his home and enter his room. No lights were turned on. Good. He then came outside to let his dog relieve himself while he smoked.

The good boy knew she was there. He sniffed the air in her direction. He knew what she was. Knew what she wanted. She was no threat to his friend. He did his business and let himself back into the house, leaving Ben alone. After he extinguished his smoke, he went back inside to read until slumber seized him. She watched him through the window, then curled beneath and slept herself.

For days, she stalked him. He wasn't aware of his potential fate, oblivious to the fact that he could be awakened to his true ancestral origins if they mated. Only the wif-wolf could arouse the beast inside the were.

Through days of her hunting him, he went to visit his children, they loved him. Went to work as a professor of literature, where he taught and encouraged young minds to grow and learn. He volunteered at the local shelter, offering hands-ups through job training, not just hand-outs by giving them daily needs. All good things. He was a good man.

Could she rob him of his life for her own selfish urnings? Lykos are not like the stories passed down. Once mated, there was no turning back. No more shape shifting. It was a one and done deal.

They would be driven to the mountains, forest, wherever. Nature. Away from the humans. Eden for her. Separation for him. This conflict strangled her.

By now, she knew his habits. Tonight was bar with the buddies night. She arrived first. Seated herself in the same corner. Ordered the same Irish coffee. Sipped, eyes down. Bided.

In he walked, casual and warm, greeting everyone, inquired of their week, the whole time his eyes on her back. He knew it was her again. Didn't hesitate to walk over and sit down by her.

“Hey, good to see you again. Mind some company?” The bartender handed him his drink. He didn't even have to ask.

“Not at all. “ She smiled without looking up.

“Did you have a good week? “ He was looking for a conversation starter.

The gentle beast turned to him, peered straight through to his soul, eyes more luminous than pale. “Do you love your life, or could you walk away and start over, never looking back? “

He was not expecting that and didn't quite know how to answer. He had to think for a second. “I guess I never really thought about it.” Her gaze was locked in.

“No, no I don't think I could. People need me. I like to be needed. Makes me feel useful, I suppose.” She already knew his answer, but it still stung. Her eyes sank with her heart.

“But what if one person needed you? Could you give up the 99 for one? “ He had to lean in to hear her soft, hushed tone.

His lips pursed and his eyes looked up, searching his brain. “I can't imagine a situation where only one person would need me, really. “

“Yeah, you're probably right.” He was right. It's the age old story. So hard to find a good man. Humans needed all the help they could get. Her mind was made up. He could not be her Alpha, she would never be his Luna.

She paid for his drink and hers. “Tonight's my last night here. I'll be heading home tomorrow, but it was so nice to meet you.“

She stood. He rose with her. She embraced him. Body against body. Tight. Breathed in his redolence. Every capillary rushed blood to all her hair follicles. Oh, the tingle. Oh, the flood. Then she released him. One last soft smile before turning to leave.

He never saw this odd creature again. Though she had perplexed him, he met new people regularly, she was soon forgotten. But she didn't forget him. No. Not at all.

She knew that if she could find him, the others could, too, and they would not be as selfless. He had her loyalty. She would give her life to protect him in the shadows. Night after night, she licked herself to sleep under his window, keeping guard. After all, home is where the heart is.