Chapter 4: S1 Ethan: Legs for Days
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Ethan Cotter
Long, shapely legs connected to a well-defined body step out of the Infinity. Once
standing, the owner of those lovely legs tugs on the black flowing skirt that covers half of her
bare, milky-white thighs.
Man, talk about legs. The thought swirls around in his head. She has legs for days.
For her short stature, hers seem to go on for miles and demand his full attention, well, his
and that of his inner beast.
His eyes travel the length of her frame once more, starting with her white tennis shoes and
short socks with a blue stripe.
The curves of her calves flow to supple, trim knees that lead to the tone, muscular,
mouthwatering thighs he can't tear his eyes from.
Thighs I'd like to ease apart and wrap my arms around. A smile tugs at his lips. I bet she's
sweet.
"f**k," he breathes under his breath. Fluid builds in his mouth, causing him to swallow unless he wants to drool.
Get a grip, man, and stop salivating, he tells his inner wolf.
He hasn't been this attracted to a female in, well, he's not sure. Maybe it's because she's a
stranger - new to the Kensington Cove.
Wonder if she's just passing through.
Ethan takes in the form-fitted blue tank top, hugging her athletic body and trim waist. And
the wolf inside him continues to stir, making it more than clear how he feels about her. It can
hear the erratic heartbeats pounding in her chest, which only incites more excitement in his inner
beast.
A palatable mixture of fear, along with a faint, growing arousal, swirls in the air.
He draws in a deep breath, drinking her in, which only drives his beast to the edge of a
frenzy. At this moment, all it wants is to smell her, taste her, to stake a claim to what he desires.
Something he's never had the urge to do before, well, until now.
"Come on." He smacks his lips, relishing her savory-sweet taste still lingering in the air.
"It's getting darker."
He glances at the skyline, and takes in a fast-moving gray, stormy area to the west. By his
calculations, the weather will catch up to them long before he enters the civilized streets of the
city.
"Uh, o-okay." She checks the driver's side door once, twice, three times.
Nervous energy flows from her pores, making her fidgety.
She leans against the car, face pressed to the back passenger window.
"All of my stuff's in the back. What if someone-"
"No one will mess with it." He starts for the ditch incline that leads to the road.
She steps away from the car, takes a handful of steps, then shoots a glance over her
shoulder. Her hesitant steps sound behind him.
"Once darkness rolls in, this road remains pretty empty." He slows his pace, allowing her
to take a step in front of him. "So, don't stress. Your stuff won't be touched."
"Sorry, I, uhm, I don't mean to seem stressed out or anything. It's just that it's all that I
have." Her voice cracks, revealing a layer of vulnerability that draws him closer to her side.
"Hey, where'd you say you came from?" He treks up the incline next to her.
Sadie's shoes lose traction, and she slides on the wet weeds and grass. She extends an arm,
planting one palm on the muddy ground and with her other arm, she grabs hold of him.
She swallows hard. "I didn't." Apprehension builds a wall between them and raises her
tension. Once again, she slips.
He wraps an arm around her waist, drawing her close to his frame, then helps her up to the
shoulder of the road.
A glance over his shoulder reveals an old, fraying bumper sticker that reads, 'Julian Castro'
for mayor.
San Antonio, Texas - a city girl, he thinks to himself.
On the walk to his bike, his eyes drink in the rhythmic sway of her hips. The smooth
motion draws his inner beast in for a closer view.
Above the crease of the back of her knee, a birthmark with fluted, petal-like edges offers a
sharp contrast to her pale flesh.
Hmm . . . Is it even or ridged? His tongue tingles at the thought of caressing the borders.
The wind gusts pick up, swishing her skirt against her thighs.
A soft yelp escapes her lips. It's a sound so soft, he doubts it would register for most
humans. But then again, he's not human. And now, he wonders what other sounds she makes.
She smooths out the fabric and struggles to hold it down against the blowing wind.
A fine mist covers her body, and goose bumps erupt on her skin in a rippled fashion.
Humans run cooler than lupines and lose more of their warmth in the cold - an event that
in his youth often left him perplexed.
"Are you cold?" His beast picks up her increased, shallow respirations and zeros in on her
trembling lower lip.
"Yeah, just a little, but I'm good." She adjusts the strap of her backpack purse.
The weight of her bag sends the thin strap of her tank sliding over her shoulder, revealing a
pink athletic bra.
His canines ache under the gum line, begging for release, and he struggles to remain in
control of the beast within, who seeks release.
He hasn't struggled this much with his lupine half since puberty, and now, like back then,
he feels his self-control slowly slipping away.
Ethan slides off his jacket. "Put it on."
"No, t-that's okay," she says, then rubs her arms for warmth.
A fresh wave of goose bumps raises the mist-covered light hair on her arms.
"No, put it on." He hands it to her. "Trust me. You'll need it more than me."
She hesitates, takes the garment from his hands, and then slips it on. "Thanks." A faint
flush brings color to her cheeks.
"Your welcome," he replies with a wink.
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