Page 40 of Bewitched by the Werewolf (The Bewitching Hour #5)

Although Tess wants to go and meet as many non-humans as possible immediately, I keep her in my cabin all of Sunday, talking and explaining things as much as I can without completely revealing all of our secrets.

I know she has easily accepted what I’ve told her, but I need to ensure she understands what she’s getting herself into, while also protecting everyone in town.

Just in case things go badly with Tess, I still have to ensure Snowberry’s safety and secrecy.

I may believe her to be my mate but until she accepts it and all of this, I have to be safe.

We also have to decide what we’re going to tell others about her.

Obviously, not that she’s a werewolf hunter sent here by a mysterious online source seeking to find proof of our existence and expose us to the entire world.

Especially not now that she doesn’t seem to want to do that anymore.

At least I hope she doesn’t want to. We also can’t continue on with her lie about knowing Georgia’s nephew Sam, and him telling her about Snowberry.

Instead, we settle on the story that she overheard someone talking about Snowberry and its remote location.

She had no idea non-humans were here and did just come to get away and view the blood moon.

We can explain away her overhearing people talk about Snowberry as shifters who had been here before to celebrate the eclipse.

So there’s no concern regarding humans knowing about us or others showing up.

It’s a skill I’ve had to learn over the years, lying convincingly, even to other non-humans.

The less they know the better. If everyone knew every single time someone blogged or posted about us online and how many posts, threads or videos Ginger had to remove, they would all freak out constantly.

The only way for them to live a somewhat normal happy life is if they don’t know every minutia of detail that goes on to keep non-humans safe and hidden.

As such that sometimes requires lying to them, for their own good.

This is one of those times. It’s not only for their good but for Tess’s.

We spend Sunday at my cabin and when we’re done talking, we learn more about each other on a physical level. I’d be lying if I said keeping her all to myself for the day wasn’t mostly a selfish act. But now that it’s a new day she’s persistent I show her some of what I’ve told her about.

First, we go to her trailer so she can change. I had no problem with her wearing my clothes, but she was not having it.

“I do not need to be doing the two-day walk of shame all around town wearing your shirt and looking obviously well fucked,” she argues, sitting with her arms crossed over her chest in my passenger seat as I drive us to her trailer.

“What about it shameful? You should be proud of how well fucked you are,” I counter.

“Oh, I’m proud of it alright, but not everyone needs to know about our sexual activities just from looking at me.”

I bite my cheek and try not to laugh. “They’re going to know about them anyway.”

“How? Are you going to go around telling everyone?”

I would absolutely go around telling everyone, only so they knew she is mine. But I won’t have to.

“No, but they’ll all be able to smell it on you. I won’t have to tell them anything.”

“Smell it on me?” Tess’s nose wrinkles in disgust. “What will they smell on me? I took a shower.” She lifts her arm and sniffs her armpit like that’s what they’re going to be smelling.

“Me. They’ll smell me on you. They’ll know exactly what we’ve been up to, and no other male will dare touch you because they’ll know you’re mine.”

“But I showered,” she protests weakly, slouching in her seat. It’s cute.

“It’s not something on you as much as in you, Red.”

Her face turns beat red in an instant and her mouth drops open. “They’re smelling your cum? Gross.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “It’s not gross to us, it’s normal, especially for shifters.

It’s part of our baser animal instincts.

We like to scent mark what’s ours, either with pheromones and skin contact or with a stronger more longer lasting scent, like sex.

Mixing our scents together makes them stronger and more obvious to others that we’re more than just friends. ”

Reaching over I grip her thigh and slide my hand higher until I can feel the heat of her pussy against my palm. A low purring growl rumbles in my chest and the vibration travels down my arm and to my hand pressing against her. She squirms but doesn’t push my away, she likes it too much.

Her hand covers mine between her thighs and she presses it down harder. “So, you’re saying with just one sniff everyone will know how hard you fucked me?” Her voice is soft and mischievous, playful even. Teasing me, as she likes to do. I like her teasing.

“Yes, they will. And the more you rub my hand against your wet pussy, the more I’ll smell like you too.”

“Good.”

She rubs my hand against her more, coating my fingers in her scent. I’m going to look like a loon, because I’m going to be walking around with a hard on sniffing my fingers for the rest of the day.

I pull up behind her trailer and reluctantly pull my hand from her holy land. “Go get changed before I strip you down and bend you over the hood of my truck.”

Tess grins at me and doesn’t look at all concerned about being fucked out in the open where someone could see us.

“Maybe later,” she says winking at me before hopping out of the truck and sauntering over to her trailer.

I groan and drop my head back against the head rest. My cock is painfully hard after that little interaction, and I have to palm it and stroke it through my jeans to ease the ache.

It’s like I’m horny twenty-four-seven ever since that first time with Tess.

My body always ready and willing at any moment to have her.

This is going to be seriously inconvenient.

Minutes later Tess exits her trailer in another black outfit, wearing that flouncy black dress I saw her in at Blue Moon .

The one that shows off her mile long legs and gives me easy access to fulfill my earlier threat of bedding her over my truck.

This time it’s paired with her leather jacket and combat boots.

No sexy black stockings. Her hair is down and slightly curled blowing in the wind under a wide brimmed black hat, looking like a sexy witch, and the ache in my groin returns.

Her skirt hits mid-thigh and there are so many possibilities with an outfit like that.

I’ll have to save them for later because right now my female wants to meet a fairy.

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I decide to take Tess to see Larken and ask her to share her true form with her first. Since they seem to have created a friendship and Larken is more of a modern non-human than the older more traditional, set-in-their-ways ones, I figured she would be the best choice.

Being sheriff and beta means I have everyone in town’s phone number, both a good and bad thing.

Right now, it’s a good thing, because I was able to text Larken this morning and ask her to meet us at Daisy’s Gardens.

Our local flower nursery and public gardens run by Tobias’s mate Sage and his sister Daisy, both earth nymphs.

It might make for a good opportunity to talk to Daisy too.

Since she’s a half-breed her ability to glamour is weak and she is normally always in her true form, half human and half nymph.

We pull up to the nursery and park, heading for the gravel path that leads to the outdoor garden path and glass green house on their property.

There’s also a two-story cottage farther back on their land, behind the gardens, where they live together.

Daisy and Sage’s parents used to run the nursery, and Daisy grew up in the cottage behind the gardens.

I think that’s why they named the nursery after her.

She’s always digging around in the dirt and talking to the plants.

This place is a haven for the young half-breed. With her inability to glamour for long periods of time having a place like Snowberry, where no one judges her for her appearance and accepts her for who she is, is important. She’s one of the many who would suffer greatest if we were exposed.

Now that Tess seems to be on our side, I don’t fear showing her the truth and sharing people like Daisy with her.

The gardens aren’t busy seeing as it’s a Monday and will make for a great space to show Tess Larken’s true form. Hers doesn’t differ too greatly from her human glamour so it shouldn’t be too shocking for Tess.

I don’t see her when we enter the outdoor gardens, filled with green bushes and trees.

Flowers bloom and open towards the sun. It’s a warm day for late summer, soon enough the weather will shift, and autumn will set in, the temperatures dropping and then the snow.

I love winter. The scent of the fresh crisp cold air is always soothing.

I steer Tess down the path and stroll slowly, killing time until Larken arrives.

“The flowers here are beautiful. I always had such a hard time getting anything to grow. I would love to be able to grow such a beautiful garden.”

“Kind of hard to do living in a trailer.” My words are soft but possess a pointed edge. I want her to know, to realize, she can stay here, build a life here. Plant her garden and tend to it if she so wishes. Allow something to grow.

“Yeah, I guess so. Soil is heavy, not sure my truck could pull that much weight.”

Always such a smart ass.

“That’s not what I meant, Tess.”

“I know.” She smirks up at me, but it’s only a halfhearted sass. “You’re not the first person to remind me of my alternative lifestyle. It’s been fun living in my trailer, but I think it might be time for a change.”

“Perhaps a small town with a great diner and ruggedly handsome sheriff?”

She clasps her hands behind her back and turns her face to the sun, letting its rays warm her skin and brighten her smile. “Maybe. I could be persuaded if the sheriff also happens to have a talented tongue and…extraordinary package.”

Through slitted eyes, she glances over at me before continuing down the path between the flowers.

“I think that can be arranged.”

Catching up to Tess, I pull her by her waist against my side, keeping her positioned just to my right so as not to completely torture myself. Her strong agile body softens against me as I hold her in my embrace, watching her consider the possibility of remaining with me.

Her posture is open and relaxed in my hold, completely trusting and it only makes me more unwavering in my desire to keep her.

I’m about to lean down at kiss her parted pouty lips when I hear my name being called from somewhere behind us. I guess Larken is here. Kissing will have to wait.