Page 28 of Bewitched by the Werewolf (The Bewitching Hour #5)

My bank account balance is pathetic. I’ve been postponing creating more content for my only fans page, the only real income I have.

Other girls can make thousands and millions through their only fans by making it their full-time job.

I do it on the side to make enough money to keep me fed.

Since I don’t have rent, mortgage, or utility bills it makes my monthly expenses lower but still real.

There’s still auto insurance, medical insurance, waste disposal fees, satellite internet, sometimes I have to pay to park my trailer.

And funds are running low, which means it’s time to upload new material to the sight.

I’m not diligent enough to have the high-level tier members.

I don’t do private calls or messages, I don’t take requests or form relationships with members.

I post my stuff and if they want to see it, they pay.

What I post is pretty niche though. Lots of people flock to only fans for boobs, ass, dick, fantasies.

I don’t do any of that. I’m more on the weird and unusual kink side of the site.

Right next to the foot fetish and back of the knee people.

My specialty is hair. That’s right hair porn. I never show my face, I’m never naked and the only videos and photos are of my hair. I was surprised too that there were enough people out there who wanted to see hair videos that I could make an acceptable income off it.

I make videos washing my hair, brushing my hair, braiding it. Wrapping my fingers through it, tangling it, untangling it. All kinds of things that the normal person would consider nonsexual, to these people is arousing. Alluring and worthy of paying to watch.

I think it has a lot to do with the color of my hair too.

Redheads in general are already a kink so add hair kink to redhead kink, and you’ve got yourself a nice little niche that I can exploit without exploiting myself.

I would much rather be in town following Ryder around, but I need to do this now, I’ve put it off long enough.

If I don’t want to lose subscribers and my only source of income, I have to do it now.

My tripod is set up with my digital camera and I’m laying out the sheets and blankets on my couch creating a nondescript backdrop for my videos.

I choose my mask for the shoot, a black wolf with black rhinestones.

Seems appropriate for the location. Plus, it’s also one of my regulars.

My screen name is “RedLuna” for a reason.

Now, I may not ever be nude, but that doesn’t mean I don’t dress the part. Black pleather leggings and a red bustier are my outfit of choice today. I’m feeling extra sassy for some reason. Could be the dark-haired man with a badge I can’t stop thinking about.

He left me sitting in Sticky Buns yesterday after our little banter.

I don’t think he wanted to leave. From his expression it seemed like he had to.

I had thought he was going to follow me around and our banter battle would continue until I wore him down enough to break.

When he cut it short, no doubt to deal with more important town issues, the desire to skip around town and ask everyone I saw about werewolves fizzled out.

I didn’t even ask Dottie anything when I went to dinner, where I unfortunately didn’t see Ryder either.

It was strange how disappointed I was not seeing him.

And it wasn’t just because I want to know more about shifters.

I wanted to see him, smell his citrus woodsy scent and make that reluctant smirk break his carefully crafted composure.

“Ugh. Get your shit together Tess. He’s just a man, and a law man for that matter. He can arrest you remember?” I scold myself out loud, because if I don’t, I’ll just ignore myself.

Yeah, he may be able to arrest me but for some reason that just makes me more attracted to him. I’m so messed up in the head. I laugh at myself. Of course, the only man I’ve ever shown a real interest in is a fucking werewolf shifter who wants nothing to do with me. Great choice in men Tess.

Ignoring my twitchy need to leave and find the man in question, I return to my task at hand.

I’ve decided to make a braiding video. Members really like watching the loose strands pulled into tight intricate braids.

So, I’ll be doing a fish tail braid coronet.

It took me a little while to perfect my technique of braiding mixed with seduction to make the videos enticing.

The outfit, setting and mood lighting help.

Sitting with my back to the camera, I hit record and begin braiding.

An hour later I’m reviewing the recording and readying for the next, removing the braid.

People love watching it go up as much as taking it down.

When there’s a loud fist pounding knock on my door.

I know exactly who it is the moment I hear the power behind the knock.

My nipples harden as goose bumps prickle across my skin in anticipation of seeing Ryder.

I look down at myself and grin at my attire, he’s going to love this one. I thought answering the door in a towel got a good reaction, but I anticipate this one will be better.

Skipping the few feet to the door, I adjust my boobs before unlocking it and flinging it open to find a straight-faced Ryder staring straight at me.

His expressionless eyes immediately drop to my outfit, no longer lacking emotion.

Desire and shock ricochet through his silver eyes before he forces them to look back up.

I can see a vein pulsing in his jaw as he clenches it.

Totally worth it.

Stretching one arm up the door I lean suggestively and smirk at him. “Hello mister officer. Have you come to arrest me?”

“Not exactly,” he grumbles. “I came to give you these.”

He holds up a canvas bag I hadn’t noticed before and hands it to me.

“Ooh a present? I love presents.”

I take the bag and look inside and frown. That was not what I expected to see. Though I didn’t expect anything, I sure as shit didn’t think the bag would be filled with my cameras. The ones I mounted in the forest to catch sight of any shifters.

“What the hell?” I demand, my tone no longer playful and flirty.

“Thought you might want them back. Since you won’t be using them.” His tone growing more haughty with every word.

“I was using them. Why did you take them down?”

Now it’s Ryder’s turn to smirk. “Because I told you, you won’t be getting any photos of anyone or anything. So, I thought I would bring them back for you. To save you the trouble.”

I growl. “All you’re doing is causing trouble.” I tell him.

“I think that’s the other way around. You’re the one causing me trouble. I was just helping mitigate it by removing your cameras.”

I stomp back to my trailer and thrust the bag inside on the counter by the door. “How the hell am I supposed to get proof shifters exist without cameras?”

“You’re not. That’s the point.”

“I already told you; I’m not leaving till I do,” I argue back. This man is so freaking maddening.

“And I already told you, it’s not gonna happen.”

Stubbornly I cross my arms over my chest in defiance and glare at Ryder.

Standing on the lip of my trailer I’m eye level with him, which makes my glare so much better than if I had to crane my neck to look up at him.

He just glares back, but one corner of his lips is curving. He’s enjoying this, the bastard.

“Yes, it is, whether you like it or not. One way or another I’ll get what I want.”

Ryder’s eyes flash and his chest rises and falls in a deep breath. He looks pained but excited. It’s a weird expression and I watch him as he looks me over taking in my—even for me—unusual outfit.

“What are you up to Red?” he asks in a far quieter and less aggressive tone than before.

I cross my arms and cock a hip. “Working.”

“What the hell kind of work requires you to dress like that?” His voice has gone dark and husky, causing a shiver to run up my spine, joining forces with my goosebumps to harden my nipples even more.

A man with a voice like that could get a girl to do just about anything he asked. Ryder runs one large strong hand through his unruly hair causing it to pull back then flop back over his temple. And with hands like that he could touch and caress any part of me he wanted.

Hands like that. Large, strong, manly.

A thought occurs to me and instead of considering it completely I run with it before I can decide it’s a bad idea, because it’s not.

It’s a fucking fantastic idea. Reaching out I grab onto Ryder’s wrist, his skin is hot and smooth, and I run the pad of my thumb over his pulse. It thrums like a drum under my touch.

“Come on in and I’ll show you.”

When I pull, Ryder comes willingly. Stumbling through my door, stooping to not hit his head on the low ceiling. In a matter of seconds he’s inside and I’m closing the door behind us. Since he took down my cameras, he’s going to make it up to me, by helping me with my work.