Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
Okay, it's all Pat's fault. I'm following her 'lead' and taking my cue from her fabulous flash scene on Monday. Yes, another *obedience training your wolf* scene. Only trouble is, my flash fiction doesn't have quite the clever cache, and my heroine doesn't know the dog on the other end of the leash is a wolf.
Still, it was fun to write.
How to Obedience Train a White Wolf ~ Hint: You don't.
Kymber huffed a long sigh, then blew her long thick bangs out of the way. How she'd gotten talked into this... well, yeah, her stupid jackass of an ex -- he brayed like a damn donkey when he climaxed -- had promised to buy her a puppy she couldn't afford, telling her she should assist at the obedience training class to prepare -- give the pup a good home.
Shuddering, Kymber forced the terrible image of her braying ex out of her mind, then gazed down at the roster. It took several blinks to focus, but yep, everyone was present, even after last week's bizarre, more-than-crazy episode. That is, of course, except for the weird woman, herself, who smacked her colossal wolf with a ruler.
So too bad, Kymber had missed the beastly mating antics in the corridor, and had to hear about it secondhand. At the time she'd been chasing after a Yorkie who escaped his leash. Yeah damn, okay, she'd caught the YouTube vid later... however, the only thing captured by the phone camera had been two wolf-looking dogs covered in fire extinguisher foam.
Hearing the shrill voice of a kid shouting curses that should get him grounded with no computer access for at least a week, Kymber shot her gaze toward the gym's entrance. What the... what was with all the wolf hybrids?
A monster of a dog with a snow-white coat tugged a freckle-faced boy inside. "Like a husky pulling a sled," Kymber muttered.
She suppressed an urge to laugh as the infuriated boy clenched his teeth and kept trying to dig his heels in on the slick floor. The kid's face turned beet red with his effort, and his futile attempts to yank on the long leather leash were downright comical.
But why was the monster wolf-dog now making a beeline toward her, as if she'd been changed into a liver treat by a wicked witch with a serious itch to use her new, super-powered wand?
Okay, so her imagination was vivid, silly, and running amok as usual. Still, that didn't account for the fact that the white mountain of a dog now locked his dark intense gaze with hers.
With the boy in tow, the wolf-dog pulled like a steam engine -- as she'd heard the expression -- only stopping when he stood before her. Crap, his black wet nose was level with her belly button. Kymber clutched the clipboard roster hard.
"Problem?" She spoke with far more steadiness than she felt.
"That's the last time I ever do you a favor!" The kid shouted at the dog. "I don't care what mom says. I don't care if you can't shift... friggin' A-hole. Here." The red-faced boy flung the leash at Kymber, and she automatically caught hold of it. "He belongs to you now."
"Wait!" Kymber shouted as the kid spun around, then stomped away at a rapid pace. "Wait, I don't want to take him to the dog pound."
"He d-e-s-e-r-v-e-s the pound," the boy flung over his shoulder.
Before Kymber could think about chasing him down, the kid disappeared out of the gym. In the meantime, the dog shoved his large muzzle against the V of her thighs, seemingly very much at home with her.
When she moved the clipboard out of the way, then slowly gazed downward, the monster dog pricked his ears high on his handsome head, and looked at her attentively. Was that lust flickering in his eyes?
No, it couldn't be. Must be her over-active imagination once again. Kymber mentally shook herself as she twined the leather lead around her hand, a natural move. She'd been a dog walker in New York city for a couple of years.
"I don't even know your name."
After a rumbly woof that sort of sounded like 'Stephan', the wolf-dog sat on his hindquarters nice as you please -- as if she'd commanded him to 'sit'.
"Since it appears as if this... animal, is going to behave, I'll get the class started. Will you be staying?"
Kymber snapped her gaze upward at Mrs. Murphy's understandably tense voice. "Sure... unless he drags me out. Sorry, lame attempt at humor -- I don't know what to think."
"Never had these," Mrs. Murphy paused, "unusual situations. Until I moved to Talbot's Peak."
"Yeah, I know. Me too. But it looks like everything is okay," Kymber hastened to add, even as her stomach somersaulted like mad.
With a nod, Mrs. Murphy departed.
"Heel," Kymber ordered, just to find out what would happen.
Zhevan smartly whipped around as he'd seen obedience dogs do when they performed, and sat beside the woman who smelled like his dream goddess.
Such a bummer he couldn't morph into his human form, not for three more days. Playing an out of town, week-long gig with his rock band -- a commitment made before he and his white wolf pack settled permanently in Talbot's Peak -- he'd foolishly stayed human.
Yeah, truth to Mother Moon, there'd been a good reason at the time. Too many cops had been hanging around the club looking for any excuse to bust the owner. He'd refused to pay them protection money.
The cops' electronic spy gadgets had been a dime a dozen at the club. Then, he'd heard their subtle whine the instant he'd stepped inside the band's shared hotel room.
Zhevan had decided to forego shifting to wolf with his pack mates, and watch over their instruments. Beside, it gave him a chance to sleep in.
Playing regularly at The Pleasure Club took its *he wouldn't trade it for anything* toll. Howls of confession, he'd never been anywhere close to saint when it came to females, and the wolfen bitches had been hotter than Hades on the day of Judgement. And hot for him.
Now, all Zhevan wanted with a savagery that raced his heart as if he'd run the forest all night -- was the human woman who knew how to hold a leash. His leash.
Oh howl yeah, she'd figure him out. When to unleash him. When to hold the lead good and tight. When to... but that was the future, their future as mates.
Mating wisdom, bred into him generation after generation, told him to seize 'now' with her. A nearly impossible challenge, since her irresistible scent wrapped around his cock and squeezed.
Basking in her female fragrance, Zhevan leaned against her curvaceous thigh and made himself comfortable. All he had to do was pretend to be her obedience dog. At least, for the next three days until he could morph. Then...he licked his chops.
Scat, he needed to concentrate. Be her dog. The one she would never take to the pound.
"Heel," she smartly commanded, then strode forward.
Zhevan obeyed, careful to keep pace with her. Later, he would let his mate know he was the alpha wolf in charge, that her obedience training in pleasure had now begun.
Have a shapeshifter kind of day!
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~