The Lone Wolf

~~FOUR~~

"So...what did you want to talk about Dakota?"

Fleura's soft voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I discretely sniff the air, pleased that there isn't a human scent anywhere...and that the only werewolf I smell is her.

"I wanted to ask you something about mates, Flower."

I start, ignoring my wolfs demands to just blurt out the truth. I need to explain and break this gently, she'll have too many doubts otherwise.

"Mates?"

"Mhm, mates. You see, I've been wondering something since the day I woke up on your couch."

She waits for me to continue, and I do.

"It's about when I asked you if you had a mate. Even though you said no, you hesitated for a moment, like you were uncertain. I was wondering why that is."

Keeping her hand in mine, I turn so that I'm standing in front of her, her short stature even tinier next to mine. A stressed look in her eyes worries me, and I brush my thumb over her cheek.

"Because...because my wolf was saying ye-yes, and I didn't know why."

I smile broadly, my excitement starting to show through my face.

"I can explain to you why."

Her eyes widen in surprise, her hand squeezing mine tighter in response.

"You can?"

"Yes...it's not that difficult."

"Okay...what's the reason then?"

I exhale in an attempt to calm myself, take it slow, don't rush it...make it enjoyable for her.

"When a wolf finds their mate, a few things begin to happen."

I begin, leaning down to talk directly in her ear, and she shivers as my breath fans over her flushed skin. I inhale deeply, not hiding the moan that her mouthwatering aroma brings out of me.

"First, the individual who is your mate gives off a intoxicating scent that draws you in, its aroma becoming almost the only scent you notice...one that you can smell anywhere no matter how faint it is...and when it's close, you feel like you're blissfully drowning in it."

Her breath hitches a bit, and I continue, looking into her two colored eyes deeply.

"Second, when you lay your eyes on them for the first time, your wolf drives you to get closer, to investigate the softness of their hair... the beauty of their eyes...the freckles that are dusted over their cheeks..."

Finally, I trail my fingers slowly down her face, from her temple to her cheek...and softly down her neck...her body shivers under my touch, and I can't help but feel both proud and honored to be the one who makes her react this way.

"When that happens, and the two mates finally touch...warm sparks erupt where their skin touches, a pleasant sensation that makes them want to keep going...to keep making their mate feel good by their hands...an almost magnetic pull that's nearly impossible to resist."

My hand stops at the crook of her shoulder, tracing small, continuous circles around the place I'd mark her, the place that will always be one of the most sensitive for her from now on. Soft gasps escape from her parted lips, and I remind myself that I have to restrain myself at the moment...her enjoying this doesn't mean that she understands what I'm telling her.