Chapter 12 Huston
HUSTON
That was unexpected
The second I walked in the door, my bear perked up. The place smelled amazing. I couldn’t quite pinpoint where it was coming from but I needed to get to it. Maybe I was just hungry, but my nose led me directly to the kitchen.
As I got closer, I heard some things moving in there. Silly me, I thought it was my brother digging in the fridge for food. Not in a million years would I have guessed that I was going to walk around the corner to find the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on standing there with his dick in his hand.
And what a dick it was. One deep breath and I knew without a doubt the scent that had lured me there belonged to the stranger. Delicious smelling and with a cock made for sucking—my knees nearly caved. I had to be dreaming. No one walked into something that glorious.
My initial reaction was to drop to my knees and worship his cock with my tongue. I wanted to swirl it around the tip, to take him in as far as I could and swallow him as I teased his balls. And then, just as he was about to come, I would bend him over and pay attention to his poor neglected hole.
Gods, I was a pervert. Lusting on this stranger with full on porn reels in my head.
I blamed it on my job. Not that librarians watched porn but we knew all of the best books and I read them all.
It normally wasn’t a problem. The books were a great escape and fun way to pass the time.
Little did I realize how creative it made me.
I barely got one knotty thought out of my mind when another arrived.
But he wasn’t naked for me. He didn’t even know me. And that meant he wasn’t mine and I shouldn’t be thinking of him like this.
Mine.
Claim.
Ours.
And fucking great. I now had my bear on board with ravishing this stranger who had given us no indication he was even interested in us. I mean aside from his dick in his hand, which given he put it away, wasn’t for us.
No. We can’t claim him. He’s not ours. I chided my bear and he didn’t care, pushing at me to let him out and mark this man as our own.
I felt awful watching Candrin’s face fall as I excused myself.
Not that excusing myself was the best descriptor.
I needed to get out of there before my bear did something stupid like claim the human.
That was not something you could just up and do to someone even if they did understand what it was and humans did not.
My human side ran until I was no longer in view of the house, shed my clothing, and called forth my bear. He roared out of me and he was pissed. Beyond pissed. He wanted to rush right back to Candrin and that wasn’t happening.
If I need to put you back and press you so far down you won’t know what time of day it is, I will. We are not going back there. Run it off!
Thank gods he believed my threat, which as well he should have. Because I would've followed through. You can’t expose yourself to humans. That was a recipe for disaster and depending on what happened next, potentially deadly. No good could come of it. None.
My bear took off and ran. And when he was done running, he climbed a tree because—why not. He had always loved trees, far more than my brothers. They used to tease me and say that it was because I liked to experience things from afar.
It was possible they weren’t wrong. It was like with my books only instead of escaping into other people’s imaginations, my bear and I observed them from a distance. Only today there wasn’t anything to see and my beast got bored, staying up there for a very short time.
Are you ready to behave?
He didn’t answer me, which I took as a negative and I forced him to run some more.
Eventually he slowed down and I couldn’t feel him pushing me at all.
If anything, he was focusing on keeping himself going.
It didn’t take long before he slowed to the point that I could feel how ready to sleep he was. Thank gods.
We moseyed back to my clothes and I took my skin and got dressed, the scent of Candrin still clinging to the fabric, fabric he hadn’t even touched. No person had any right to smell that delicious and certainly not to attach said scent to all my things. With each step, I got harder and harder.
“I need to shower and change.” It sounded rude, wanting to shower so that I could wash his scent off of me, but it was the only solution. There was no way I’d make it in that house all night with my beast fully under control if I was reminded of how yummerific Candrin was with every breath.
I headed back inside, surprised to find Candrin not in the kitchen and everything in said kitchen almost exactly the same as it had been when I fled.
Candrin was gone.
No.
Find.
Mate.
This time my bear and I were in complete agreement. I allowed my bear a bit more control than normal, and we followed his scent up the stairs and into the hallway. The door cracked open, the one in the room Tanner had given to our tenant and out came Candrin—with his bags.
“Going somewhere?” I leaned against the wall.
“You can see that I am.” And really I deserved his curt words.
Part of me thought his leaving was the best thing ever.
This whole wanting to mate a human had no good ending to it.
He could reject me and I’d be stuck with a half bond for the rest of my life.
Or he could freak out, and kill me in fear once my bear appeared.
Not that it was likely. An unarmed human killing my beast wasn’t going to happen.
Or he could run into oncoming traffic and get hit by a bus.
There was the possibility that he’d reacted positively, but I refused to get my hopes up.
But as much as it might be better if the temptation was gone, it wouldn’t be better for him.
Tanner had told us that the reason he allowed a human to rent with us was because Candrin needed us too.
And yeah, we could use the money he paid in rent.
It would make things much easier for all of us financially, but as true as that was, according to Tanner, Candrin’s monetary situation was far worse.
“Can you tell me why you’re leaving?” Maybe it was something I could fix. I’d at least try. It hurt thinking about him moving out. And what a mess I was—one second thinking it would be best if the human went on his way, and the next fearing his departure.
“Because I am.” Candrin was a feisty one.
“Do you have a cheaper place to rent?” I asked point blank. If he did, I’d offer him a ride and deal with the fallout later.
He shook his head.
“Do you have anywhere to go?” My gut said he didn’t and all of me wanted to jump in and fix that for him.
“No. But, it’s best that I leave now.” He tightened his grip on his bags.
Best if he left, not that he wanted to. Those were two very different things.
And for the life of me I couldn’t think of why…
unless he was still self conscious about his junk being out.
So I did what I thought was a brilliant idea at the time.
I reached down, unbuttoned my jeans and whipped out my schlong.
“See?”
His eyes went wide and he stared at my carrot and peas.
“No need to be embarrassed. Now you’ve seen mine.” I tucked it back inside and zipped up. “And you’ve got length on me. Zero need to be embarrassed.”
“But not girth.” He side eyed me.
“No. Not girth.” I was looking forward to the challenge of swallowing his length. “But maybe stay now? At least through the weekend?”
“I don’t know.” He pulled his bottom lip in with his teeth.
“If it makes you feel better you can refer to me as skinny dick.” I was teasing because I was far from skinny.
Candrin giggled. “Fine. I’ll stay, but only through the weekend. I don’t—I can’t—”
He never finished his sentence, instead turning around and going back to his room, where he shut the door, effectively ending our conversation.
At least he was staying. I had until Sunday to show him that I was worth a chance. I’d worry about the pesky I wasn’t human thing later.