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He's been your boyfriend for almost a year now. It'll be your first Halloween together, but you're a little concerned. The last few weeks he's been dropping hints in that special way that lets you know he plans on doing something mischievous.

"Haha, isn't it funny? What're the odds I'd have been born on the thirty-first of October?" He reminded you of it just this morning, and he finds it almost too entertaining. Furthermore, he keeps quiet and grins whenever you ask him what costume he plans on wearing for the big trick-or-treat night. When pressed, he once joked that he'd have to wear "his birthday suit" since it was the only one that would fit the occasion.

Nothing has prepared you for the truth, though. When the big night arrives, he slips off to his bedroom while you're waiting on the couch nibbling on some candy corn. Just how long he's taking gets your curiosity up, as well as your sense of social obligation. Your friends are waiting for you a couple of blocks away, and you don't want to have to rendezvous late.

"C'mon! Let's go!" you say while staring forlornly at the mask of your own costume, sadly unworn for now as you fidget it back and forth between your hands.

A groan from the bedroom is the only reply. Then, an animalistic rumble. You hear the sound of furniture bumping against the walls -- a desk chair being toppled over.

Cautiously, you rise and approach the corridor leading to his room. You call his name and warn him this better not be a joke. A lower, huffing sound comes in reply, followed by another growl. You hear steady panting, and then the distinctive sound of a dog's tongue flicking out against his own nose.

"Come in and say hi, babe," a much deeper and darker voice than usual says. The words are not spoken, so much as growled.

It's not until a moment later, when you peer into the disheveled room, that you see why his voice has changed in the way that it has: your boyfriend is a werewolf, and a hunky one at that.

You're speechless; it shouldn't be possible. Yet there he is, his boxer briefs tighter than usual around his waist and package, while he stares toward you with bedroom eyes and a you-look-tasty grin.

Bedroom eyes? Is that right? You breathe deeply as you consider. Somehow, you aren't afraid, and you find his scent unusually strong and pleasant as you enter and approach. You also notice the furniture isn't even damaged, merely cast aside for dramatic effect by someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

He's growling at you -- not in threat, but in seduction -- and you find yourself stepping forward, your pulse making itself more loudly known as you continue to look him over. His head flicks back to beckon you nearer still, and you approach until the musk from his loins and underarms is heady in your nostrils. Even more than the eye candy of his thick muscle and the pleasant fur-covered exterior, it's the scent that strikes you as the most compelling. You have to get closer. You have to sniff more of it, bringing yourself right next to that warm, sexy body.

"Why don't you call your friends and tell 'em to go on without us," he suggests.

You nod, chin wobbling as you continue to take it all in. You don't bother calling; you text and get an annoyed reply, and assure them everything's fine and you'll explain later. You imply sex with the BF is involved, and that satisfies them for now.

Then you put your phone aside and navigate your way back out of that suit. You want to ask him so many questions, but the way he's locking eyes with you is making you fear that such questions would disappoint him, or else just cheapen the magic of the moment. You don't even know if you can get infected with whatever makes him like this, but you're shivering to find out.

As you lower yourself to rub your face against his bulge, one question does escape your lips: "Why'd you never tell me...?"

A strong hand grabs the back of your head, and presses you closer. "I'm telling you now," he says in reply.