Cursed Wolf

Felix was incensed that someone was harassing Jasmine. His inner wolf howled with rage. He wanted to rip the person’s head off and feast on his brains. Felix rubbed his temples and squeezed his eyes closed against the sound of his inner wolf’s threatening howls.

He was a rational man, not given to anger or temper. Felix always had a steady, calm and collected manner about him, but hearing someone was harassing his mate sent him into a frenzy.

Felix did his best to control his emotions in front of Jasmine. He didn’t want her to get the wrong impression about him.

“Has anyone been able to find out who it is? The police?”

“People get harassed online all the time. After he started leaving dead animals on my doorstep, I reported it. But they said they still couldn’t do anything without a name.”

“That’s ridiculous. It has to stop.”

“I came to Alaska to get away from all that. It’s beautiful today. Let’s take a walk in the park.”

“Okay.”

Felix took their dishes and put them in a bus tub near the counter and the two of them walked outside into the warm spring day. He took her hand as they walked across the street.

Jasmine looked up at him and smiled, the expression on her face so lovely it made his heart skip a beat. He loved the feeling of her hand in his. So warm and small and strong. He imagined her using her hands to write her beautiful books. The ones that so many of the women in his family were fans of. It made Felix proud to be with her, and that made him want to protect her even more.

They made their way around the trail through the park, past the playground where children squealed and played, and parents chased after them.

They stopped for a moment and watched a father push his daughter on the swings. Jasmine smiled softly and Felix caught the expression on her face.

“It must be wonderful to have children,” she said. “I’ve wanted to have a family for a long time.”

They continued down the trail away from the playground. Felix stopped and cupped her cheek. Sunlight shined in her bright brown eyes.

“We have the chance to have our happily ever after.”

Jasmine gasped as Felix’s l!ps met hers. They k!ssed lightly as a soft breeze brought the smell of honeysuckle and cherry blossoms through the air. She pulled away and looked up at him. Her l!ps parted as if to speak, but the thought was caught on her tongue.

“What is it?”

“I could see myself ending up with you.” Jasmine laughed and turned away.

Felix took her hand and they continued down the trail. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Yes and no.” She kicked a stone in the dust.

“How could it be bad?” he asked, concern rising in his chest.

“Because nothing ever works out for me.”

“You haven’t found the right man, until now.”

“I know I shouldn’t judge you by my previous relationships, Felix. And with this issue with the stalker, I just don’t feel safe in my own skin anymore. It makes it hard to trust anyone.”

“I’m here for you. No matter what.”

“You’re sweet.” She turned to him and placed her hand on his ch3st.

Felix took her hand and k!ssed Jasmine’s palm. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Wrapping his arms around her, he k!ssed her again.

The taste of her l!ps, of her breath, of her mouth—it was like a nectar of the gods, the most sensual ambrosia in the universe. Every craving he’d ever had was all wrapped into one gorgeous, curvy, little package. He wanted to consume her, to breathe her in, to claim her and make her his.

“You make me breathless,” she said. “It’s hard to resist you.”

“All I want is to k!ss you and k!ss you some more.”

“Is it like this for all fated mates?”

“Mostly. I’ve heard a few rumors of relationships that have gone wrong. Worse than any human relationship ever could.”

“I’m not sure how that could even be possible,” Jasmine said, taking his hand and starting down the path again.

“When shifters are given a bad match, sometimes it ends in murder.”

“Oh my God, that’s terrible,” she said with a squeak.

“Sometimes it ends in mutual suicide.”

“I’m not sure I wanted to know that.”

“99% of the time, shifter relationships are wonderful. They’re stable and happy and last for the rest of the couple’s life.”

“Sounds like a fantasy.”

“You deserve love and respect, to be taken care of. I want to be the man who does that for you.”

“I’d like to that.”

They walked together the rest of the way around the park as the afternoon sunlight glowed on the blooming trees. Felix had never felt so happy and content in his entire life. Nothing compared to her, and nothing ever would.

They came back around to where his truck was parked. “Can I give you a ride back to the lodge?”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“I don’t want you to have to go out of your way.”

“Nothing is out of my way when it comes to you.”

“I could get used to being treated like this.”

“One can only hope,” he said, opening the car door for her.

She slid into the passenger seat with a giggle, and he closed the door behind her. A moment later they were pulling out onto the road and heading up towards the lodge.

“Would you like to stop by my house first? It’s on the way.”

“I’d like to see your house.”

Felix played classical music on the radio as they wound their way up into the hills above Selkie. When they came to his quiet neighborhood, he drove down to the end of the cul-de-sac and pulled into the driveway. Both of them got out of the car. Walking up to the front door, Jasmine took a deep breath and looked up into the sky.

“I like it here. It has good energy.”

“Wait until you meet my brother,” Felix said, unlocking the front door.

When Felix opened the front door, he found Blake sprawled out on the sectional couch. He had several open bags of chips and junk food spread everywhere. A college hockey played on big screen TV. Felix gritted his teeth as they walked inside. Blake shot them a look, a handful of chips halfway to his mouth.

“What are you doing back?” Blake asked.

“This is my house,” Felix said.

“I take it this is your mate?” Blake pointed at Jasmine.

“I’m Jasmine Flume. You’re Blake?”

“My reputation precedes me,” he said, shoving the chips in his mouth.

“What have you been up to today, Blake?” Felix asked, knowing that it was nothing.

“I’m watching college hockey. Thorne thinks that he’s going to get a spot on the local team. He is delusional.”

“Thorne practices hockey every single day. He’s getting better all the time. That’s more than I can say for you.”

He hadn’t meant to snap at his brother in front of Jasmine, but he just couldn’t help it. Blake was getting on his last nerve, and he was seconds away from kicking him out.

“Whatever.”

“Let me show you around the house,” Felix said, turning to Jasmine.

They walked through the main floor, and he showed her his big open kitchen. They walked into the library off the living room. It was still in the process of being stocked with books. Luna and Heather had given Felix many suggestions, but now that he was with Jasmine, he was glad that the library wasn’t even half filled.

“This is such a lovely space,” she said, looking out the window at the view of the forest. “It would be amazing to write in here.”

“I’d like to see you write in here.”

Felix gathered Jasmine in his arms. The smell of her enchanted him and sent him into a whirlwind. He felt like he was on cloud nine, hallucinating that he’d stepped into heaven.

Felix took a deep inhalation of the crook of her neck and breathed out. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. They k!ssed deeply and passionately again, her soft curves pressing against the hard planes of his ch3st.

Felix slipped his hands down her h**s and gripped the full round globes of her as*s. She gasped against his mouth and then m****d into his ear, her tongue flicking out and licked his earlobe.

“Let me show you the rest of the house. Mainly my bedroom.”

“I’d love to see your bedroom,” she giggled.

Felix led Jasmine upstairs. He showed her the guest room where Blake had left his dirty laundry all over and the bed unmade. Then the bathroom that was an equal disaster.

“I’m usually much tidier than this.”

Then he showed her his office, where she stepped in and looked at all his computer equipment. The second guest bedroom stored computer boxes. Then there was the master bedroom.

Felix had a king size bed covered in a black quilt. A red abstract painting hung over the headboard. He closed the door behind them, and she smiled and crossed the room.

“This looks comfortable.” Jasmine sat on his bed and reached out for him.

Felix strode to her, took her hands, and knelt on the ground between her legs. Their mouths met, their tongues sliding across each other.

Jasmine m****d deep in her throat, pulling him closer to her. He ran his hands up her sides and over her bre*asts. They were so full and ripe in his hands. He wanted to squeeze them and lick them and suck them. Felix wanted to strip her bare and lay her across his bed. He wanted to push inside her and find all the treasures buried within her core.

His shaft was hard as stone, and his breath caught in anticipation of her touch. There was a knock at the door. Blake asked a question from behind the thick wood.

“What do you want?” Felix snapped. He looked at Jasmine. She bit her l!p, her eyes mischievous.

“Sorry,” Felix said to Jasmine. “This probably isn’t going to work right now.”

Felix went to the door and opened it. Blake was standing on the other side with a tub of red licorice in the crook of his arm. A licorice hung from Blake’s mouth as he eyed Felix.

“What do you want?” Felix growled.

“What’s for lunch?”

“Whatever you make.” Felix closed the door in his face.