Werejaguar Boyfriend (complete)

    You work the night shift at the local radio station. It isn’t a hard job, it’s actually quite busy.  Considering you live in a town of nocturnal creatures, your pique hours happen around midnight. You take calls, play requested songs, even answer questions and do contests. But because of the late hours you work, it’s hard to get out and do things. You get three nights off a week, but even then it’s hard to do things with your sleep schedule the way it is. 

    You can’t remember the last date you went on, which was scary. You used to be somewhat popular when you were younger, dating both men and women. But now, you were lucky to talk to someone who wasn’t on the phone. 

    Every morning you take yourself to the bakery that’s next door to the radio station. Towards the end of your shift, you can smell the delicious aroma wafting over as the baker starts his day. It’s a slight reminder to you that things aren’t as bad as you make them out to be in your head. So, when you walk into the bakery, you have three things on your mind. One, the caramel macchiato with a sprinkle of cinnamon that gets you home. Two, a loaf of fresh bread that you’ll use for meals all week. And three, the baker himself, Logan. 

    You’re usually the first customer of the day, aside from the little old ladies who come in to get their first dibs on the bread. You walk in and see him behind the counter, setting up the display as his two assistants are putting things into and taking things out of the ovens. 

    Logan looks up and rises, standing like a mountain behind the counter. Now, when you were young, you always assumed Big Billy would be the biggest person you’d ever see, but Logan nearly gave Billy a run for his money. He was broad shouldered with thick arms, barrel-chested, and even if he had a little weight to him, he still looked indomitable. His skin was dusky, and while he wore long sleeves to cover them, his body was covered in dark, thick hair. 

    “Caramel macchiato?” Logan smiles. “What else?” 

    You swallow and glance over the counter. “I’ll take the rye this week,” you say. “And uhm...what would you recommend for breakfast?”

    Logan chuckles as he bags up your bread. “Let me think,” he sighs. Logan hobbles when he walks. He had been in the military for a long time, and during his last tour of duty, he was trapped under some debris trying to help civilians escape. His leg was amputated, and he was discharged. 

    “I think,” he hums as he boxes up a few things, “this will see you have a good morning.”

    You smile at the box of treats. “Not so much morning as my evening,” you tell him.

    Logan chuckles. “I know what you mean. I don’t sleep much myself. I usually have to knead a lot of dough before I actually want to.”

    You don’t know much about Logan, but you really want to. The assistants who are running around in the back look like him, you wonder if they’re his kids. Is he married? Seeing someone? Does he even like guys? All these thoughts run through your head as he makes your macchiato. 

    “Will, that be all today?” Logan asks.

    You swallow and shake your head. “Yeah, that’s it I suppose.”

    Logan types everything into the computer. “Ok then, that’ll only cost you-”

    “Logan!” One of the assistants shouts from the back, cutting him off. “What the fuck did I say? Stop being a wimp and just do it!”

    You see Logan flinch and his cheeks darken. “No, really, it’s ok,” he says sheepishly.

    The assistant rolls her eyes and scoffs. She walks out from the back and to the counter where she shoves her way in. She takes your cup and writes on it. “This is Logan’s number,” she tells you. “Call him, text him, whatever.” She hands you the cup with Logan’s number facing out on it. “I see the way you look at my uncle,” she growls. “If I have to hear him whine about the cute disc jockey one more time and not do shit about it I’m gonna have to move out.” She turns and points at Logan. “You’ll thank me later.” She huffs and goes on to the back.

    Logan’s cheeks are dark and ruddy, but you know yours aren’t much better. Your whole face is burning, and your heart hasn’t beat this hard since you participated in the charity fun run. You glance up from the number on the cup and to Logan.

    “H-how much?” Your voice cracks.

    “Don’t worry about,” Logan clears his throat, and he fidgets in place. “Sorry about her she uhm…”

    “No,” you chuckle softly. “I’m glad she did.”

    Logan looks at you, his dark eyes wide. “Oh? You are?”

    You nod and set the cup down for a second while you put his number into your phone. You send him a quick text. “There,” you say. “Now you have my number.”

    “Oh uh, thanks,” he smiles shyly.

    You gather your things and wave at him before you leave the bakery. Your heart is pounding, and you can’t keep the grin off your face. Logan thought you were cute! He had annoyed his niece to the point she had to take matters into her own hands. You beamed at your cup, knowing you’d keep it as a treasure after you were done.

    Once you got home, your black cat Gumbo is yowling at you for food. She circles your feet and screams at you.

“Girl, chill,” you whisper to her as you pull down her food. 

She just screams louder.

“Oh my god, if I knew you were going to be such a brat I would’ve left you at the pound,” you tease as you fill her bowl.

She grunts and yodels as she eats. You had been told when you adopted Gumbo she would be a good quiet cat, that was far from the case.

You put the bread away, and you sit down to enjoy the pastries that Logan picked out for you. There are jalapeno and sweet pepper cheese danish with bacon wrapped around it, an extra large cinnamon bun, and a raspberry jelly filled donut. You smile at them, taking out the Danish to eat first, you’d save the sweets for later.

    You pull out your phone to check emails when you see there’s been a text from Logan. You choke on the bite of food in your mouth, and you nearly burn your tongue as you take a quick drink from your macchiato. Gumbo hops up on the table and stares at you with wide, unblinking eyes.

    “Any time you’re free?” 

    You suck in a sharp breath, and you bite the inside of your cheek. You’re not sure how to reply, you were just lamenting your schedule conflicts this morning.

    “I usually keep odd hours,” Logan adds on. “So I know it could be difficult.”

    “What’s good for you?” Your reply. “I can try to work around it.”

    There’s a long pause before he answers you. “What time do you go into work? Any chance before then?”

    “I got in at nine, I usually wake up around four in the afternoon, we could meet up somewhere at six or seven if you’d like?”

    “Tomorrow?” He replies. “At six?”

    Your heart leaps into your throat, and you feel like vibrating. “Thursday?” You ask.

    “Yeah, we can meet wherever you want. You choose, and I’ll be there.”

    You have to set your phone down to collect yourself, and Gumbo swats at it. You actually have a date set up with Logan. You grin so quickly reply to him you’ll pick a place later, after some decent sleep. You finish up your food and get ready for bed.

    You find it hard to sleep that day, your mind is racing along with your heart. You keep wondering how the date will go, where it will be. You have to decide on a place. What would Logan like? You don’t know much about him except he was in the military, was an amazing baker and was dreamy. What could you do to impress such a guy? After all, Hearthway Hollow was such a strange place for dating, what with the werewolves and all. Was Logan a werewolf? 

Logan wasn’t originally from here. You had grown up in Hearthway Hollow, your mother was a werewolf who had served with Eve, the founder. You knew all the ins and outs of this town. 

    Logan had moved to town with his family several years ago after he was discharged from the military. Not much was known about this, and it was considered rude to ask who was a were and who wasn’t. So you had no clue of his origin.

    Gumbo hops up on the bed, purring like a bad engine, and she curls up on your stomach and falls asleep. Her warmth and purrs help ease you to sleep as well, and you’re able to put your rushed thoughts down for a moment. 

    You wake up later that day as Gumbo fights with your hand. She growls and grunts, sounding like she is shaken and squeezed at the same time. You get up and look at the clock, just a few minutes before the alarm goes off.

    “Why did I even buy an alarm clock when you do a better job at it?” You say as you swoop Gumbo up in your arms. She swats at your face and leaps down, starting her screaming and yodeling for food now that you were conscious. 

    You check your phone and see that Logan has left you a few messages. “I know I said I’d let you choose, but I got to thinking, if you want to, I could cook for you.” The first message starts.

    Gumbo screams.

    “I thought it might be nice. If you’d rather go out, then that’s fine too.”

    “I’d love a home cooked meal,” you reply to him. “You’re such a good baker, I’m excited to see what you can cook.”

    You go to the kitchen and start the coffee pot, all while Gumbo circles your feet like a dancing buzzard and screams like a tortured opera singer. After you feed Gumbo, you go and get a shower. Once you get out, you go to search for your phone. You can’t find it, but when you notice Gumbo is laying on your bed with a smug expression on her face, you check under her like a chicken laying eggs and find your phone.

    Logan as replied. “Yes, I’d love to cook you dinner. Still tomorrow? Six?”

    “Sounds perfect to me,” you answer as your heart starts to race. “I can’t wait.” The rest of the evening goes by quickly. You feel excited and vibrant as you think about the evening you’ll share with Logan.

    In the morning, as you go into the bakery, you see his niece is behind the counter. She looks at you and smirks. “Good morning,” she winks.

    “Hi, good morning,” you fidget.

    “I’ll get your caramel macchiato started,” she says. “Logan!” She calls towards the back. “Get up here!”

    “Are the lights going off in the display again?” Logan growls, sounding irritated.

    “Just come up here,” she says.

    Logan grunts and growls. “Katherine if you’ve messed it up again I’ll-” he stops when he sees you, and Katherine grins wickedly. 

    “I’ll get that coffee,” she chuckles as she whisks away.

    Logan walks up to the counter. “I uhm…” he murmurs. “Good morning.”

    “Moring,” you nod. “Uhm, what would you recommend today?” You ask.

    Katherine giggles from behind Logan and he whips the towel over his shoulder at the back of her legs. “Ignore her,” he huffs. “How did you like the danish?” He asks. “It was sort of an experiment.”

    “It’s a winner” you answer. “Everything complimented each other perfectly. I dunno how you got the bacon that crisp but it was amazing.”

    His cheeks darken, and he nods, picking you out three pastries again. “Is that all this morning?” He asks as Katherine sets your coffee down.

    “I think so, I still have some bread left,” you reply. 

    “Why don’t you walk him out?” Katherine says to Logan.

    He glares down at her and huffs.

    “Sure,” you say with a greedy smile. “I’d like that.”

    Katherine shoves Logan, and he walks out from behind the counter. He steps outside with you, and he takes off his hat and hair net. This is the first time you’ve seen his hair down. It was long and tied up in a braid. His hair is dark and slightly curly, and it’s got streaks of silver in it. You can’t imagine what it would look like untied because that would just short circuit your brain and you’d pass out.

    Logan rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat. “Sorry about her,” he grumbles.

    “I should thank her,” you say. “If it weren’t for her I wouldn’t be having dinner with you tonight.”

    He chuckles softly, and his cheeks go dark. “Yes well,” he sighs, “I am excited for that too.”

    “What are your plans?” You ask.

    He looks at you, and he sucks in a quick breath. “A surprise.”

    You nod and smirk. “A surprise, huh?” You chuckle. “Sounds good.” You’re not sure how to leave from this. Do you say goodbye? Do you shake his hand?

    “I’ll send you the address later,” Logan says. He reaches out and brushes your hair from your forehead, smoothing it back with the rest of your hair. “I’ll see you later.” He turns and walks inside, and your legs have stopped working. That one simple touch was enough to send you into overdrive.

    You go home and Gumbo screams so you quickly feed her. You lay out outfits for yourself as you eat and you go to bed as soon as possible. You wake up early, even before Gumbo and because of this you aggravate her.

    You check your phone, seeing Logan as left directions and instructions to get to his house. He lives with family, but he stays in the guest house that’s out back, so he has to tell you the special way to get to it. You feed Gumbo and shower and stress over what outfit to wear. You choose quickly, and you realize you still have two hours before you have to be there.

    Those two hours go by so slow, so by the time you leave you’re an anxious mess. You head to his house, going down the cobblestone path and opening the gate, then follow the road further down to a small home nestled in the woods. You knock on the door and Logan answers. He’s wearing an apron, and his hair is up in a sloppy bun. He has on a short sleeve shirt that shows off his arms, and you feel like you could swoon if he flexes too fast.

    “Hi,” he says.

    “Hi,” you answer back breathlessly. 

    Logan leads you inside, the door opening directly into the kitchen. “Please, have a seat, I’m almost done,” he pulls a chair out for you at the small table. 

    The aroma is tantalizing, and you were already feeling hungry. Looking around, you see his kitchen is blue and green. He has shelves with green glassware on display. Further in, you see his living room where they're a big sofa, it has a pillow and blanket on it as he slept there.

    “Since you liked the jalapeno danish, I figured it would be ok to make you something spicy,” Logan says.

    You look at him, admiring the way his shirt stretches tight over his back. Your eyes glide down, seeing his shorts are also pulled tight over his firm ass. You then see his prosthetic, and you feel an overwhelming desire to kiss him all over, to make him feel better.

    “Oh yeah,” you clear your throat as you snap from your thoughts. “I like spicy, yes.” You cover your mouth and stare into nothingness as you realize what an idiot you sound like.

    “I’m glad you agreed to this,” he murmurs. “I have something I want to talk about with you and I...well, I prefer if it was private.” He sets a bowl of rice down on the table and then a pot of bubbling stew.

    “Oh,” you gasp. “Is something wrong?”

    He’s quiet as he places a scoop of rice onto your plate, then pours the stew over top of it. It looks thick and rich, creamy too. The vegetables and meat inside look plump and tender. Your mouth starts to water.

    “I learned to cook this when I was in the middle east,” he says as he sits down. “I fell in love with their spices. I only hope I can do it justice.”

    “Let’s find out,” you say and take a big bite. It is spicy, but the heat it good. The flavor is dense and wonderful. It’s spicy and aromatic, and if you had a stuffy nose, it would be cleared in an instant.

    “Oh wow,” you moan.

    Logan smiles, and he pokes at his plate. You take a few more bites and look at him. “So, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

    He sighs and sets his fork down. “I like you,” he murmurs. “Quite a bit in fact and uhm...I know Hearthway Hollow has its customs.” He glances up at you shyly. “I know that there is the courting ritual, and as much as I want to, I can’t bring myself to do it.”

    You furrow your brow. “Logan, what do you mean?”

    “I want to court you,” he murmurs. “But-” he shakes his head and looks away. “I can’t do the hunting I just can’t,” he mutters.

    “Is it because of the war?” You ask.

    He sighs and looks at you. His expression is tender and beautiful, and a little bit terrified. “I’ve tried once before, but it just caused a panic attack,” he admits. “It’s so violent and their eyes I can’t-” he hangs his head, and you stand up. You go to him and put your hands on his back.

    “I don’t need the courtship ritual,” you tell him as you kneel down beside him. “I already know how it would turn out anyway.”

    He looks at you as a few tears slip from his eyes. “You do?”

    You touch his cheek and turn his head towards you. You sit up a bit as you press your lips to his cheek and jaw. He moans softly, turning his head and meeting your kiss. He puts his hands on either side of your neck, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens.

    It’s a struggle, but he pulls back and presses his forehead to yours. “There’s something else,” he whispers.

    “Oh?” You rub your hands up and down his arms. “Like what?”

    He kisses you again and stands up. “I’ll show you.” He strips off his shirt and then takes off his prosthetic. Dark fur starts to cover his body, but it’s different from a wolf’s fur. He stretches, and his neck pops as he shifts. His face changes and you realize he’s not a werewolf. He’s a black werejaguar.

    Your jaw hits the floor. “Oh wow.” Your eyes widen as you stare at him, he looks like a shadow with great big yellow eyes. “Wow, you’re beautiful.”

    He lowers down, licking your neck and cheek. You chuckle and grin up at him. “So there are other werecreatures! That’s amazing!” You run your hands through his luxurious fur, and he starts to purr. The sound is like a starting engine, and it vibrates your palms. He plops down, laying in your lap as your pet him. 

“I’ve always thought you were good looking though,” you whisper to him as he holds you. “So big and strong, and your smile was always my favorite morning ritual.”

    He growls and his tail twitches. He rubs his head to your belly as his purrs grow louder. His big yellow eyes peek up at you, and he slowly lifts up. “I am not strong,” he replies. “Sometimes I feel as fragile as glass.”

    “Is it the PTSD?” You ask. He cuts his eyes at you, and you hold your hand up. “Sorry I uhm...we don’t have to talk about it.”

    “We will have to,” he says, “if we want to make this relationship work.” He shakes his head. “I can’t even give you a proper courting because of it.”

    “You don’t think you’ve been courting me all this time?” You huff.

    He frowns at you, looking confused.

    “Every morning I come into your shop, and half the time you don’t even let me pay. You pick out my breakfast and the treats I get. You make those amazing pastries yourself. I eat your bread every damn day. How is that not courting me?” You lift up your shirt and show him your belly. “This gut I’ve got here? This is because of all the courting you’ve given me.”

    Logan chuckles, and he rubs your stomach. “You know, some light exercise will that care of that.” he leans down, nuzzling to your belly again and you giggle.

You rub behind his ears. “I want this relationship to, and I will do whatever I can.”

    He squeezes your waist and smiles softly as he looks up at you. “You say that, but it will be hard,” he replies as he sits up. He touches where his legends, just right above the knee. “I still have nightmares.”

    You touch his leg. “Is it better waking up alone?”

    “I’m not sure,” he chuckles softly. “In fact, I’ve never woken from a nightmare with someone beside me. Well, aside from in the hospital but that was different.” He looks at you and eases in again. His paw cups your cheek, and he kisses you tenderly. 

    “I want to help you,” you tell him. “I mean, I know there isn’t much I can do, but I can be there for you when you’re afraid and feeling fragile.” You beam at him. “Maybe we could get you a therapy dog.”

    He snorts and chuckles, a bright grin blooming on his face. “What dog would ever come near me?” He asks. 

    “Oh well plenty,” you say. You kiss his cheek and kiss his neck. “Maybe I could be your dog?”

    Logan laughs loudly and grins at you. “That would be a sight!” He snorts. “You running around with a bell on your neck.”

    “Ooh, that sounds dirty,” you tease and peck his cheek again.

    Logan starts to purr again, and he smiles at you. “Not my intention.”

    Your watch starts going off, and you cuss under your breath.

    “Work?” He asks.

    You huff and nod. “Yeah. I’ll be late if I don’t go now.”

    Logan tilts his head and smiles at you. “Let me take you.” He gets on all fours or well threes, and he nods to his back. “I take this shortcut to the bakery all the time.”

    “What about in the morning?” You ask with your mind full of hope.

    “I’ll get Katherine to mind the store, and I’ll take you home,” he says.

    The two of you walk outside, and you get onto his back. He then bolts, rushing through the woods. Trees and plants whistle by your ear as he zooms by. You’re amazed by how fast he is. You could only imagine how unstoppable he’d be with four legs!

    You come up behind the radio station, and you get off his back. You then kneel down, kissing him. He moans softly, touching your face. 

    “In the morning?” He asks.

    You grin and nod. “Same time as always.”

    He licks your cheek and darts back into the woods. After your shift is over the next morning, you go into the bakery and see him standing there.

    “Macchiato?” He asks.

    “No.” You tug him down and kiss him. “From now on, this is what I want every morning.”