Werewolf Boyfriend: Dean 3 (rough drafts)

It was kind of funny, you had to admit it. After all the serious talk about the paranormal and spooky, Dean’s little outburst was a good laugh. “I like role play as much as the next girl, but I am trying to make us lunch,” you giggle.

The serious look on Dean’s face didn’t budge an inch. “No I-”

You sigh, going back to the stove. “You tried, it’s okay. Maybe later. Maybe once we actually, you know,” you say with a smirk.

Dean’s expression shifts to disappointed and sad. “I really like you, so I’m trying to be honest here. Back home there’s a way to do it but out here that should get me shot so I-” He stops again, biting down on his tongue as he looks at you.

Turning back towards him with your brows pinch. There was something in one of the Spoopy Forecast articles that talked about ‘sacrifices being left on the stoops and front yards of people in Hearthway Hollow. Someone had mentioned it was a way to attract mates. Others said it had been a warning.

“Dean, what are you talking about?” You huff.

Dean clutches the front of his shirt, digging his fingers in. The dark red of his birth mark seems to shift, contorting and deepening as his skin reddens. “I want you to know. We’ve known each other for a month now, dated half that-” His voice crackles and breaks with nerves. “And since I moved here I haven’t really dated because it makes me nervous. You don’t make me nervous at all but if I don’t tell you-”

“Out with it.” You cross your arms. “Stop playing a joke if that’s what you’re doing because you’re starting to freak me out!”

His eyes lock with yours. “I told you.”

You scoff then take a step back. “You’re a werewolf.”

Dean huffs and his shoulders sag. “I’m the Beach Beast too. I go swimming at night and I like to shift when I do it.”

You immediately stomp your food and uncross your arms. “No! Now this is really unfunny.”

Dean swallows and he takes a firmer stance. “I’m not being funny, I’m telling you the truth. I can show you.”

You point out the window. “It isn’t a full moon, it isn’t even night!”

Dean shakes his head. “The moon is part of the myth. Like vampires and crosses.”

If it were possible your jaw would have hit the floor. “Now you’re trying to tell me that vampires are real?”

A guilty look crosses Dean’s face, like he let out a secret. “Well-”

You slam down the wooden spoon you were holding for cooking. “Okay then do it! Shift into a werewolf. Eat my face for all I care. If you want to prove me wrong then just do it.”

Dean is quiet for a long spell. He keeps his eyes down and he chews on his bottom lip. He soon sighs, letting it out slowly before he turns his head. “I’ll need a bit of room.” Dean walks out of the kitchen, going behind the counter into your living room. He takes off his shirt, revealing he is hairier than you first assessed. He takes down his hair, letting it cascade around him.

“It can get a little scary while shifting.” He says, stretching himself out like he does before a yoga class. “I’d understand if you looked away.”

You just stand behind the counter watching him. You don’t say anything, in fact you’re afraid to. You don’t want to say something you’ll regret if it turns out to be him going too far with a joke. You’d save everything for then. But if it was true...holy shit is all you can think of. That’s when you notice it, the hairs on his arms bristling. Then his fingers snap and pop, the joints change ever so slightly. There’s strain on Dean’s face, like it’s painful but he still has to concentrate. Hair, or rather fur, continues to grow along his arms, you see less and less of his skin. Gray fur begins to cover him. His face is twitching, his eyes change color. He doubles over, nearly hitting your coffee table.

“I believe you!” You scream suddenly and rush out. “If this hurts please stop!” You go to his side, unsure what that could do. “I believe you! I believe you!”

Dean goes still and he lifts his head. You look into the eyes of the Beach Beast from the picture. You feel like you should run but his paw touches your hand so gently, it feels like Dean. Where his port wine birthmark was on his skin his fur was white.

“It’s okay,” Dean says. “It’s fine.”

“Mother fucker,” you wheeze.

Dean’s smile is sad and uncertain. “I didn’t want to get into something serious with you and not have you know. Since you already liked these things I thought I could share now so-” he stops when you touch his face. You rub your hands all over, feeling the bones underneath to know it’s real. Your mouth gapes as your hands go lower onto his chest, seeing that there is no skin tight suit or way to remove this. You feel his jaw again, which explains the strangeness of his x-rays and why you couldn’t put your finger on why it was just so odd.

“That kind of feels nice.” The tail behind Dean wags happily.

You pull your hands back. “Why the hell would you swim at night looking like this?”

Dean shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t anymore. Not since you showed me that picture.”

You stand up and walk away, beginning to pace on the tile of the kitchen. “You don’t seem blood thirsty.”

Dean stands as well, so much taller and bigger than before. “Werewolves aren’t like how they are represented in movies or stories. The old myths do have some truth to them, but it’s hard to say what’s real and what’s not. Maybe in the old days werewolves were evil, but believe me when I say that back home everyone I know is decent.”

“Your brother?” You murmur.

Dean nods. “He’s big but he’s like a puppy.”

You bite your cheek out of nerves. “How many people in Hearthway Hollow are we talking here? How many werewolves live there?”

Dean shrugs. “Over half the population I’m guessing.”

“Over half-” Your voice chokes and you go to the fridge to get your bottle of water. You guzzle it down and breathe deeply.

Dean approaches, placing his hand reassuringly on your back. “I can leave if you need to think.”

You wipe your mouth and shake your head. “I don’t know what to think,” you huff. “But I don’t want you leaving either.” He looks so relieved when you say that, a smile even appears. Dean looks cute still, even in this big, should be frightening form, you like him. You place your hand upon the white fur of his face.

“So it doesn’t hurt?” You ask.

“A little. It used to be so much worse as a kid, it’s part of why I took up yoga. But as you grow up, you get used to it.” Dean’s eyes look over you. “I’ll answer whatever question you have. Just ask me.”

Your fingers comb through the thick fur on his chest. You end up going to the sofa where you sit down and have a long, long conversation. He tells you about Hearthway Hollow and how it’s different. Most werewolves are loners or hunt in packs that rely on a hierarchy. His home relies on a set of rules and a council of elders who handle most problems. They protect Hearthway Hollow from outside forces and keep both human and werewolf safe to live their lives freely and without fear. He tells you about the courtship ritual that happens when a werewolf meets their desired mate. Dean also tells you that the moment he met you he knew he wanted to be with you.

“How did you know?” You murmur.

Dean shrugs. “I never understood it when my parents told me about it. Just this knowing inside, a warmth.” He places his hand over his chest. “I could tell from your scent-”

“My scent?” You laugh weakly.

He nods. “You can tell a lot from smell, and my nose is exceptionally keen.”

You smile small and then look down to your hands. “Oh god you met me at the gym when I was all sweaty!” You bemoan.

Dean chuckles. “I still liked how you smelled. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

You peek back up at him. “What do I smell like?”

His ears twitch and his eyes become serious. As he looks at you, you suddenly feel a warmth inside you. The way he takes you in doesn’t make you feel afraid, but rather, you feel appreciated. Dean tilts his head, moving in close so his cold nose is right by your neck. He breathes in and a small shiver trails up the back of your neck.

“A touch of mint,” he murmurs. “A little bit of iron. Something salty, and a clean sort of fresh airy smell. You definitely have the ocean on you.”

Your cheeks feel ember hot. “The mint is probably from work,” you murmur.

“Iron from the gym,” Dean chuckles. “Or maybe it’s the blood in your cheeks right now.” The leathery pad of his fingertips touches to your skin.

You giggle and smile at him. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not,” he breathes. His fingers gently tuck your hair away. “I would like to kiss you now. But you said it would depend on how cute a werewolf was.”

You swallow. “You’re very cute.”

Dean’s ears twitch. “Then can I-”

You nod in silence, closing your eyes as you feel his kiss. It’s strange, but you can feel Dean within it. Afterwards, you talk more, deciding to go slow to see how you felt after this revelation. But luckily, after the night faded and you saw him at the gym the next morning, you still felt that same rush inside.

Still, due to opening the yoga studio he was quite busy. Over the next couple of weeks it was hard to nail down times to hang out, let alone go on a date. You texted regularly. He mentioned there may be one or more Beach Beasts besides him, as the first sighting happened before he moved to Orin Beach. It was a bit frightening, but also fascinating to think there could be other werewolves, or other things, around your home.

Finally, one evening was free for the both of you. It had been a few days since you were able to see each other. Dean hadn’t even been to the gym because of work. Dean was coming straight from work, and he asked to use your shower. It was fine with you, you could cook while he bathed. You could hear the shower running, and since you were baking everything in the oven you had a bit of time to yourself. A wicked little thought crossed you mind. You smile and go to the bathroom door.

The door was ajar, so you let yourself in. You could smell the coconut berry shampoo as Dean scrubs his hair. You inch closer to the curtain and Dean laughs.

“Trying to spy on me?”

You stand stiff.

“I know you’re there. I heard the door.” He pulls back the curtain and smiles out at you. “If you want to join me, just say so.”

“Oh I uh-” You fidget in place. “Okay.” You take off your clothes, gently kicking them away before you get into the shower behind Dean. You feel dizzy for a second and then you feel so aroused from the sight of his back and his buns. You come up close behind him, kissing his back and touching his slick skin.

“That’s nice,” he moans.

“Don’t turn around just yet,” you murmur.

“How come?”

You press against his back, feeling skin on skin. He’s so warm, even with the shower running. You slowly put your arms around him, touching his chest and stomach. “I’m still working on getting to my goal weight,” you answer. “I don’t think I look all that great.”

“I may have a different opinion,” Dean offers.

“I’ve been working really hard at it. I’m trying my best to lose this weight.” You kiss his bare skin again and his hands cover yours on his chest. “You look so amazing.”

“Don’t compare yourself to me,” he scolds. “I don’t even see myself when I look at you. I can tell you’ve put in a lot of effort. I’m proud of you.” He turns around and bends down to kiss you. You stop breathing as his hands run down your body, touching you softly. He moans against your neck, gently nipping there.

“Dean, wait,” you gently shove him back. “I’ll get dizzy in this hot shower.”

Dean smiles down at you then kisses your cheek. “You look amazing,” he murmurs into your ear. “I feel like that wolf in the Tex Avery cartoons when I look at you.”

“Oh wow,” you gulp.

Dean turns off the shower and the two of you get out. You offer Dean a towel and the two of your dry off. “Dinner won’t be much longer.” You stoop to pick up your clothes.

“How long?” Dean asks.

You shrug. “Twenty minutes at the most.”

A smirk comes across his face, one that is suggestive and a little wicked. He takes your hand, making you stand back up. “More than enough time for me.” He places his arm around you and places his lips upon your ear again. “I want to make you come.”

Your eyes widen and you stand stuff. “Really?”

His tongue presses against your skin and he moans. “If you don’t mind me having a little snack before dinner.”

You swallow as you place your hands upon his chest. “What do you have in mind?”

Dean’s voice becomes low in your ear, he sounds the same, yet so completely different. “I want to open those pretty little thighs up, find the sweetness between them, and I want to nibble my way through the sugar.”

You giggle and knead your fingers into his shoulders. “I’ve never had that happen before.”

Dean moans into your ear, making you shiver. “I should warn you, as sweet as I am usually, I’m pretty big and bad in bed.”

“Oh,” your voice warbles. “As long as you aren’t too rough. I’m kind of the opposite.”

Dean kisses you lovingly. “I’ll take care of you.”

You lead Dean to the bedroom where your leading ends. Dean pushes you down, pinning your hands back as he kisses you. He moves down, his hands slipping along your arms and then down your body. He pays careful attention to each inch of you, kissing and licking until he gets to your thighs. He opens you easily, placing your legs over his shoulders. His breath feels hot against you and yet it makes you shiver. His fingers rub at your plump mound, slowly opening you up. You feel a little nervous having him so close there. You close your eyes, placing your head back to the pillows as you wait. You feel something hot and wet against you. You gasp, clutching your bare chest. Dean chuckles vibrate against you, his tongue lapsat you, moving to your clit which makes you squeal.

“I want to hear your voice, don’t hold back.” He kisses and licks, feeling your body tremble more and more. Once it felt like you couldn’t stand it anymore, then his lips suctioned around you. You yelp and grab the back of his head, fingers clutching and pulling at his hair. He was relentless, suckling and licking your clit until it felt like you might explode. You gulp down breaths and heave, body trembling, eyes rolling. It felt like all the air was squeezed from your body and then you popped. You flop back upon the bed writhing, almost kicking him. He wipes his mouth, laughing proudly and wickedly.

Dean takes a deep breath and stretches. “I’ll go check on dinner. You stay put.” He rises naked from the bed and you curl into a ball. You cup your hand around your vulva as even the cool air feels like too much. How did he do that?

Dean returns a moment later. “I turned the stove off. The food looks done, but I think we need a few more minutes.”

You look up at him as you unfold. “I don’t think I could even walk,” you moan. You see he’s taken his werewolf form and your eyes go wide again. “Oh. It’s you again.”

Dean chuckles, smoothing his hand down his chest. “I thought you might enjoy this side of me too.” He kneels back down upon the bed and crawls toward you. “What do you think?”

You reach out and put your hands around his face. “I like it.” You give him a smile. “Are you really as big and bad as you say.”

“Bigger,” he growls into your ear. “But I’m not so bad.” He pushes you back down onto the bed, turning you around and raising your hips up. “I promise, everything that I do is so good.” His hands knead down your back and back up, capturing your hips between them. “Here I come.”

You forget about dinner. You forget about breathing. In fact, you forget about most things. Not until you feel the cool breeze from the window on your skin do you remember where you are. Dean had been a beast in the best possible way. Equal parts rough and gentle with a dominant edge. You look over at him as he sleeps, his long hair splayed over the pillows, his long lashes laid against his cheek. He looks so sweet and peaceful.

Dean’s lashes flutter and he takes a deep breath. He smiles at you and stretches. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s okay.” You roll onto your side. “You earned it.”

Dean move to his side too. “Everything okay? I wasn’t too roug was I?”

You shake your head. “I would have told you if you were.” You pet the port wine birthmark, smoothing your palm down and through his hair. “You were great.”

Dean kisses you. “You really don’t mind the werewolf?”

You pull him into an embrace. “It’s you, why would I mind?”