Lycan Alpha Claim (#1): (BBW Shifter Romance) (Brief-Bites Novelette) Read Free

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and peering none-too-subtly inside the window.
    If I could wish that human to death with my
stare, he'd be zombie food right now.
     
    I think into my pulse device with
the side of my thumb.
     
    Me: Roger that.
     
    I palm the slim communicator, sliding it
into my pants pocket.
    Talyn disengages from the ballsy fuck inside
the workout room and walks away.
    Her look of mild and dismissive disgust
makes me smirk. Especially when the human looks after her with pure
lust. And something else.
    My nostrils flare to catch the scent of his
emotion.
    Glass is no barrier for a Lycan warrior.
    Violence .
    Violence is mixed with his lust.
    My growl is not soft anymore. But a warning
nonetheless.
    He doesn't hear it, his ears are far too
human—too dull to the danger I've just offered.
    But the small creatures of the nearby forest
halt the busyness of their lives and listen to the sound I've
made.
    They heed the danger with their communal
silence.

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    Talyn
     
    Jerk .
    I rub my arm where he touched
me. Do I have a sign that says, desperate tattooed across my forehead?
    Why can't the decent guys that
I hear about show up at the gym? Oh- no , it's got to be the pudwacker types.
    So when is: I love
the way you fill out your yoga pants— a
healthy intro?
    One answer: never.
    I stomp into the women's locker to grab a
shower. I take off my yoga pants, athletic top and kick off my
shoes. I strip my socks and toss them to join the damp pile of
clothes.
    I slip into my flip flops and
shuffle to the faucet, jerking it to H .
    I wait, the old pipes groaning in
resistance. When steam begins to rise, I step beneath the spray.
The hot water flows over my dark hair that needs a trim. I let its
heat pour over my face where it beats softly against my parted
lips, the water cleansing and hot inside my mouth and on my
skin.
    Water runs out my mouth and dribbles down
the front of me. It's the only thing I can stand right now on my
sensitive skin.
    My flesh burns, my teeth and joints are back
online, hurting like forgotten wounds.
    Damn.
    My palms hit the tile, my chin lowering to
my chest. Tears burn behind my eyes.
    I can help anyone, no
matter how big the problem. If it's
real, I can puzzle out the solution that's meant for
them.
    So why can't I fix my own chaos?
    I must love it.
    I palm my soaked hair off my face and flip
it behind me. The wet strands make a smacking sound as they hit
between my shoulder blades and I flinch, my skin's so
hyper-sensitive.
    The flesh of my exposed back, buttocks and
legs rises into gooseflesh, the small hairs running across my skin
becoming spikes of alert.
    I scan the locker room, taking in the vast
shower stall. Aqua tiles from the fifties stare back at me with
wilting indifference. I fully revolve, the hot water now soothing
my back. My breasts tighten, the nipples becoming completely
erect.
    My vagina comes alive, throbbing between my
legs.
    What the hell is going on?
    A wave of heat flushes over my skin as if
kerosene is pouring over my body. And a match is struck.
    I gasp, trying to breathe through the heat
engulfing my body.
    I manage to turn and slap the
lever to C .
    Barely .
    I tighten my thighs, squishing my pussy lips
together to stop the ache. Nothing works.
    God!
    Icy water pours over where hot water just
flowed. Moving from under the spray, I walk away without turning it
off, and grab my towel I flung over the tiled half-wall, wrapping
my drenched hair.
    My body is radiating heat, but I'm
shivering.
    Something is really wrong. First my fangey
teeth, now I've got hot flashes.
    I stop in the middle of the tiled floor. My
raspy breathing echoes back in the strange acoustics of an all-tile
room with high ceilings as icy water sprays down the drain.
    “ Hot flashes?” I sing in a
half-yell into the room. “This is dumb !” I scream like a juvenile delinquent. In fact, they behave more maturely than I'm
acting.
    My teeth and crotch are throbbing, my
nipples ache, and I feel like someone's lit a torch