Friday, May 25, 2012
“Mooney, Moon-man…” Nick rapped at his brother’s door, frustrated he was being made to wait. “Come on, Moon…pull yourself out from between Marissa’s…”
The door swung wide and Nick found himself peering at the almost alpha-like eyes of his mangy brother. “Don’t say it, Nick…don’t fucking say it.”
“I wouldn’t have to say it if she’d let you up for air every once in a while…so whip…Ugh.”
Mooney struck as Nick knew he would—balls to the wall—that little bit of alpha in him defending his bitch even though she was human. Nick pulled his punches—Mooney didn’t. Every hit was well placed and came with the weight of an angry wolf.
They rolled across the grass; arms flailed, feet dug into the dirt. Voices thick with the growls of their wolves, each sought the top spot. Every time Mooney’s fist connected, Nick found the relief he sought from the sight which greeted him again this morning, but the end came far too quickly.
“Fucking hell, Nick.” Mooney pushed him away, stood and spat blood into the bushes. “Apologize, now!”
Nick looked up to the porch where Marissa stood, arms crossed protectively across her front and toe tapping. She didn’t like him, but he had no real issues with her beyond her humanness and even that was negligible. She was just the easiest way to rile his brother up. “Sorry Marissa, I was being an asshole. Ah, can I speak to Moon?”
“Idiot.” She mumbled before heading back into the house.
“What’s the problem, freak?” Nick took the hand his brother offered and stood.
“Vernon was there again this morning, Moon.”
“So?” his brother sighed. “Maybe he has a hankering for flapjacks.”
“More like the flapjack maker…” Nick shuddered at the thought of the old man with Mrs. Elly.
“He could do worse.”
“Not by much.”
“Wow…what’s the hate on you got for Mrs. E?”
Nick rolled his eyes at Mooney and swore. “Lupa’s tits, Moon, she’s a herbie.”
“So…you like herbies.”
“Yeah, rare, with a pinch of seasoning and a nice sauce. Catch them hopped on adrenaline and it’ll bring a tear to your eye.” Nick couldn’t help but smile as Mooney wiped a hand across his lips and looked away.
“Stop pacing, Nick. What’s this really about? Who cares if pops is mixing his nuts with Elly’s berries, they’re both adults.”
“It’s going to give the She’s ideas, Moon.” Nick sounded like a whiney baby to his own ears, but he couldn’t stop. Everything was just out of hand. It was hard enough to be an alpha, but to be in love with another alpha…gah, he had to put a stop to the madness.
“Good, I like she’s with ideas…they provide such naughty good times.”
“Wait, is this about Ziva? Oh shit, it is. You think she’s going to get ideas.”
“Just wait Mooney, Vernon’s gonna do something crazy, like-like, marriage…”
“That would be great! There should be more mix & matches in this town and you should be thrilled for Z to get ideas, man. She’s the only one here who would put up with your weird kink…word on the street is last week you were seen running down Main with our very own alpha bitch over your shoulder and rulers in your hand…”
“Oh fuck!” Nick dropped to all fours, changed then tucked tail and ran.
“Hey, where you going?”
Nick heard Mooney in the distance, but couldn’t stop. He had to get back to town—to a she who would no doubt eat his face off for missing their appointment. To the love of his life who brought out the beta in him in the most uncomfortable of ways.
If he was lucky, she’d simply add more punishments to what he already owed her. If he was unlucky, shit…his poor wood would suffer.
Have a great Memorial Day Weekend!