Wolves Of Mount Bay

Chapter 2: Nikove Romanoff

I loved having her around but she often didn't understand that I also loved my personal time and space. Whenever I tried to explain it to her, she'd get all angry, go wolf and try to attack me. It's a bit of an unhealthy relationship, but the sex is great after the fighting is over.

Unpacking the box, I listened to the sound of a knock by my window. Pulling the dusty blinds up, I gave Kyro a bored and unamused look. He gestured for me to unlock the window and I thought on it for a moment, ready to say no, but my eyes caught on the girl again.

She sat on an old wooden stool, wearing nothing but a pair of very tight blue sweat shorts and an apron, the sides of her breast showing briefly, but they had small marks of paint over them. Her hair was in a knitted mess on her head, a brush in it to keep it from falling and in her hand a pallet.

My eyes ran down her body again before studying her face, noticing how concentrated she was on the little detail. Her tongue pressed to her upper lip, barely in a thoughtful way before it ran over the bottoms of her teeth and she shut her lips stepping back and eyeing her work.

A knock came again, pulling me from my gaze and I stared down at Kyro who was grinning like he was thinking of something raunchy.

Letting out a sigh of disbelief, I flipped him off and shut the blinds, putting the books up and trying to focus on anything but the little brunette painter next door.

Nightfall came as I finished the last box, hanging all my shirts and then going out the room to see Gianna sighing in annoyance, "I swear I have to do everything myself." She said pulling her phone out and dialing a number, "Luca, the groceries! Where are you with food?" Her accent was so much thicker when she was angry.

Dimitri smirked over at her, amusement and lust covering his eyes. He walked over to her and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her and leaning his face into her neck.

If there's one think Werewolves are famous for, its our inability to follow the 'No PDA' rule. We're very publicly affectionate. We are even very open about our sex life. We tend to avoid the awkwardness that would come from hearing two people having sex by congratulating them and even howling in sync.

Luca came back twenty minutes later saying all that is open is a diner.

The flaws that come with living in a small town.

Dimitri smiled down at Gianna, "Lets go try some grub food, I know how much you want fries." He said quietly.

She broke into a smile and nodded, "Fine, let's go." She said heading up the stairs to probably change.

I pulled on a jacket and my boots, snatching a beanie off the hook on my door and heading out the room.

Ava decided to wear the tightest leggings possible, practically see-through, and I know it was just to tease me.

She smirked back at me and I headed with her to the truck, getting in with Luca, Kyro and Petra.

Luca was twenty-five, he's wise but often argues with Petra, his fiancé, a bit too much to seem that wise.

In the front seat, Petra and Luca argued about which diner was closer, and I glanced back to see the car with the others in it, following us.

Sighing, I sat back and we drove for a few minutes before parking. Everything was walking distance. This was a useless drive.

I got out first and turned, holding a hand out to Ava who took it and let me help her out.

We went inside and the scent of burgers, cheese and fried onions filled my nose. My stomach growled and I watched Ava smile and blush for me.