Winter Wolf Chapter 1: Knot so Fast!
Things are starting to heat up eh?
I groan softly in happiness at what must be the best dream ever after the worst nightmare. The feeling of being held so closely by strong hard arms and an even harder and quite large embodiment of yummy pulsing between my thighs. After having a nightmare about being taken hostage by Lust of all people and threatened with rape, being followed by such a luxurious dream as this is more than recompense. I sigh softly as I nestle myself deeper into whomever I'm dreaming of this time's embrace. I let my thighs slide back and forth slowly against his erection and feel it quiver in response, and a heavy breath against my neck.
“Mmmm you're bigger than I normally dream of, wonder what you're gonna do to little ol me with that thick juicy cock" I whisper softly as I turn over. I'm somewhat stunned by what looks to be an anthropomorphic wolf-man in my bed, which is not what i'm usually into, though to be honest I've always found the furry crowd a little alluring. The wildness and freedom one must have as a half human half animal. Though I would think of myself more of a form of cat than a wolf, maybe a Lynx or a proud Lioness! He was a juicy specimen in more than one way, and I can't help but slide a hand down and softly stroke the thick meat of his cock slowly. He's obviously a heavy sleeper as he only lets out a soft growl of pleasure. “I'm not a virgin in my dreams and I think I could have quite a bit of fun with this guy right here" a wolfish grin spreads my lips as I sit up slowly as not to wake him, and get a better look.
Covered from head to toe except on his cock in snow white, and very light almost unnoticeable flecks of black fur, he is covered in strong solid muscles and a handsome face, though one of his ears flopped to the side rather adorably. My eyes were invariably drawn to the object of my quivering interest. Nine and a half inches and thick enough I could barely grip it fully, in fact my fingers had a gap of a few centimeters, a dark red lively color, and pulsing slightly as I continue to stroke it slowly and lightly. Leaning down I whisper in his ear ever so softly “I hear men just love to have wake up blow jobs, shall we test that?" I giggle to myself and kiss my way down his body, causing a slight groan to escape his lips, perhaps he's waking up abit.
As I reach his now throbbing cock I work up some saliva before giving him a tenuous lick on the base of his shaft. “Mmmmmmmmm…" I can't help but groan at the taste of him, salty and the smell of him drives into my head. I slowly work my tongue along his shaft getting as much saliva along it as I can before taking his tip into my mouth and giving it a light suckle. As I look up I see his piercing Yellow eyes searching me. I decide to widen those eyes by taking him as deep as I can go, which for some reason isn't that far, usually in my dreams I can deep throat with the best of them since it's a huge turn on for me. Oh well, this taste is also a lot more than what I'm used to, but maybe it's one of those lucid dreams. I can feel his cock throb heavily on my tongue as I work my mouth and both hands now up and down his shaft. Something seems to be nagging me in the back of my mind though as I pull up and get ready for another go at the deep throat.
It's right as it hits the back of my throat and he convulses with a loud howl his cum filling my throat that with a bit of pain and choking, I realize this isn't a dream. I've never felt pain in a dream before! His cum is still filling my mouth and throat and I'm forced to swallow as much as I can and pull off quickly or drown on the amount spilling from him. Still it spurts from his tip, splashing on my breasts, face and stomach, as I sit stunned by what I'd just done and what it means. Utterly covered in his semen, he looks at me panting and I'm barely containing a panic attack. His eyes flare and he sits up and tries to grab me but I manage to slide backward off the bed and back into the wall. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!?" I yell at him, scared beyond my wits. A look of complete confusion flashes across his face and he backs up and stands in the corner.
“Are you going to say anything? Hello, I'm asking you a question!" My breathing is quick and I know I'm hyperventilating but I was almost raped and killed yesterday dammit! Admittedly it's not his fault I was sucking him off but I wasn't really in a right state of mind. He could of at-least made me stop, though that's a little unfair since I can imagine how good blow jobs feel, even one as inexperienced as mine. I glance about and notice that yes this is my apartment, and that I was at least still in my bra and panties, albeit now covered in slowly cooling and quite sticky cum. Holy hell am I covered, he must have ejaculated a good Quart of cum easy! My body is on fire with traitorous need and I can feel myself getting wet while my nipples harden. He just stands there in the corner of the room and I can tell he is trying to look as nonthreatening as possible, since his hands are palm up and away from his body. His eyes are calm but I can tell he is thinking like mad. Normally I wouldn't peek into someone's mind without permission, but considering I just gave this (Guy? wolf? thing?) my first blowjob experience, I really don't care that much.
I wasn't expecting to be flooded with feelings of warmth and calm, there are not really words in his mind just feelings and vivid pictures. His point of view of me going down on him and I'm a tad perturbed that my hair's a mess, but at least in his eyes I was beautiful and amazing, that's what emotions I get from the memory at least. Though he is obviously trying to get the image out of his head, since it's not working I peek down and notice his cock coming to life again. So Soon? don't men need at least half an hour to do that? Though I wouldn't know, but I've had some conversations with girls when I was in high school. He finally manages to focus on something else, and I can make it out very clearly, as if he knows I'm reading his mind, an image of pen and paper. Realizing what he wants I point to my bedside drawers and he goes to get them. Odd I've never had someone who knew I was reading them before.
He slowly writes on the pad of paper, in a delicate and concentrated manner and within a few minutes he hands me a note that is beautifully written and says “ __I saved you from the person attacking you then brought you home. When I tried to let you rest on your bed alone you kept crying out from a nightmare, but when I was holding you you were quiet and slept well." I didn't realize I was holding my breath, and let it all out in a rush. So that's why he was in my bed, though I still don't trust him at least he does not seem dangerous to me. People who may hurt me on the other hand…
Going from his deeper thoughts he is incredibly protective of me for some reason and I get the feeling that something terribly tragic happened to him. I can barely think straight with the scent of his cum filling my head and I realize that some vestige of Lust's powers are still clinging to me. The urge to push him down on the bed and ride him till he fills me with his seed is almost overwhelming. With great effort I manage to push the traitorous thoughts aside and stand up somewhat shakily. I take a quick look to make sure he is still being cautious just to give myself some extra assurance. “I need to take a shower and change my clothes. You stay in here and do NOT come in the bathroom!" I order him in a somewhat shaky voice, and feel something nagging at my mind. After a few seconds I get images of him urinating, and can guess what he needs. “Fine but make it quick, I really don't like being covered in your cum." I feel like I'm lying to myself for some reason. The feeling of wetness coming from between my thighs is incredibly distracting, and the feel of the fabric whetted by his cum rubbing against my breasts and nipples is getting me closer and closer to orgasm. Luckily he runs into the bathroom right before I let slip a soft groan and feel my legs weaken.
Barely managing to keep my feet while fighting a truly intense ongoing orgasm, I make my way to my dresser and pull out some new underwear, some silly polka dot matching set that I know is a tad too small but laundry day was yesterday and the only thing else I have is too sexual. I've got towels in the bathroom, so I head in there and am surprised that the shower is already going and he is looking apologetic and obviously trying to be helpful. Its sweet and I feel myself cooling down a bit towards him but not nearly enough to let him stay in the bathroom while I shower so I kick him out and get down to cleaning myself as thoroughly as possible. I have no idea if I can get pregnant from him but no taking any chances since I'm not on any kind of birth control due to my sex life being non-existent. At Least his cum tasted pretty good I think to myself. He obviously eats a lot of fruit and veggies for a canine. As I rinse off my body my mind invariably strays towards those thoughts I'd been avoiding. I gave a blowjob, to a guy, and he LIKED IT!!! I feel a silly stupid grin on my face as well as a creeping blush. I can't believe I gave my first blow job to a stranger, and a wolf man at that. Who is he? some government experiment? Alien? I let the hot water run down my body as these thoughts go through my mind. He saved me from Lust, without him I would have been raped and probably murdered. I curl in the corner of the shower and just shiver for awhile at the thought of how close I had come to dying and in the worst way possible. The heat of the water barely seems to do anything to the sudden bone chilling fear I have washing over me from last night. After a few minutes I manage to pull myself together.
At this point I begin to feel a very energized pulse of energy go through me. Something has charged my magic. It's not something I intentionally charge since I don't want to get in trouble with the authorities who already watch me closely due to my lineage. Though I can feel my body slowly pulsing with power, the most I can ever remember having. I can do some serious work with this much power, maybe even heal a couple of badly hurt animals at the shelter. I'll have to make a trip out there today or find something else to sap me of this power. Where did it come from though? I sense no pain and suffering around me, definitely not enough to charge me this much or this fast. I'll have to look in some of the old books I was allowed to keep to try to see what charged me up so much.
I step out of the bathroom my mind on other things and yelp lightly when I see him at the range seemingly preparing breakfast, and to my bodies delight but my minds consternation, still nude. The food smells good, eggs and bacon, and I feel my mouth water as I put on a light skirt and blouse for the day. “Where did you learn to cook?" I feel the need to know more about him since he's in my house and he saved me. Flashes of what I can only assume is a lab enter my mind along with a feeling of intense loss and sorrow. another twinge of my powers being charged very slightly brings my previous concerns back to me. Could I have been feeding off his latent pain all night? doubtful but maybe he charges me more than normal humans and animals? I walk up to him and look over his shoulder spying some delicious looking omelets and bacon. A feeling of warmth, tenuous happiness and very light arousal comes from him and he backs lightly into me, oddly my hands move by themselves and wrap around him in a tight hug, my face pressed against his back. I feel like comforting him and making him feel safe, but it's the other way around as he makes me feel incredibly safe just by being in his presence. We stay like that for awhile as the food cooks, I've never felt so at peace around someone else before and I can't seem to pull away from him. I want to go back to bed and just wrap myself around him and feel like this forever, but there are things I need to do first and questions that need answers that finally let me draw away from him. He turns around at my withdrawal and catches my eyes in a lock with his. He can feel my wanting to know about him, wanting to trust him and as he finishes moving the cookware off the burners he holds his hands out with his fingers splayed. I feel like he is asking me to hold his hands, as if that will help him explain and I do so with some trepidation. I did not expect him to pull me against him and give me a kiss so hot and passionate I'm sure I'll have to change my panties again. I let myself give as well as I receive and then the memories start to come into my mind. Everything he has been through in his life is shown to me in such intrinsic detail that I feel myself crying at his loss, and how little joy he has had. I barely feel him press me against the wall, I'm lost in his memories as his tongue dances with mine. After what seems like hours he finally pulls away and we are both sweaty and breathing heavy. My body is quivering in need and he is harder than steel. I know he could make me cum over and over again for hours on end and the only thing stopping him is his NEED for my permission to do so first. With some deeply reserved willpower I manage to place my hands firmly on his chest and push him back a little more. Gods above his chest feels so good! Strong and firm, with a heartbeat that thrums with incredible strength against my hands. “I'm not sure if you know this, but I'm a witch, and something has charged me with power. I need to get rid of it or else it might corrupt me, and I don't want to become like my ancestors. I am a good person and I will remain a good person for the rest of my life." as I explain this understanding comes from him and I feel as if he is holding something back but I don't know if I should ask since it seems he would only do so to protect me. I cock my head to the side and finally notice my position, my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands firmly gripping my ass, no wonder he's as hard as he is. His cock is rubbing against my pussy through my underwear and I have a feeling we came dangerously close to having my first sex experience too. “Can you let me down please?" I ask somewhat meekly as I feel my face catch fire with embarrassment. He lets me down without complaint, moving quickly away from me afterwards to bring me the food he made. I bite into it with relish as I will take anything to distract me from wanting to have him claim me all over the apartment. While we eat I take a good look at him, he eats quickly, like a soldier. His bearing is straight and his eyes slowly move back and forth as if searching for threats. With his past it seems like the only life he knows is that of a soldiers, which is sad.
After we eat I call a cab company to pick us up since I'm going to have to get my car out of impound. Within ten minutes the cab arrives and I manage to cloth my friend in some of my fathers old clothing, I guess keeping some of my parents stuff around is helpful. He's dressed in a white tee and some slacks that barely fit him. He has to make a new notch in the belt with one of his claws. I've never seen a wolf with retractable claws, but I guess if he had to do something that required more dexterity, the claws would get in the way. The taxi driver can barely take his eyes off of him while we drive to the impound. I can tell he has never had anyone so interesting in his cab before, he must be new. The entire ride my new companion's hand rests lightly on my thigh. If it were anyone else I would slap them, but in so short a time I already feel so close to him. This thought brings a problem to my mind and I lean my head over and rest it on his shoulder so I can speak mind to mind with him.
“What do I call you?" his thoughts are somewhat troubled and he tells me he has no name. I think to myself for a few moments of what I know about him and come up with something I think he will like “What about Frost?". I feel his stomach rumble lightly in a chuckle and he gives my thigh a squeeze “you may call me whatever you wish." stunned I sat there blinking up at him, he'd never said anything mind to mind up to this point, only pictures and feelings. “It has taken me some time but I am finally beginning to grasp the concept of talking to you through our minds." His voice is deep and sends heat to area's that have been much to compliant where he is concerned. “Why are you so protective of me?" the question comes from my mind before I can stop it and I can feel his thoughts center on it immediately. “Because when I was lost and nothing, your heart cried out to mine and broke me from my rage filled state." I feel his lips brush against my brow and a traitorous want to go back home creeps up on me. Luckily we pull up to the impound and I pay the taxi who still can't keep his eyes from darting to and from Frost.
The impound is a large fenced area half a block away from the police station for downtown. Its fence is twelve feet high and topped with razor wire, though the most threatening thing comes from the owners numerous guard dogs. I present my papers to the man at the counter who, like the taxi driver, can't take his eyes from Frost for long. We sit for a time in the waiting room until my car is brought up and pay the holding fee. Which is at first infuriating, but then Frost pokes me with a finger and points out that they fixed my window. I thank the man at the counter profusely and even write a short note for his manager. After we get in the car and down the road aways, I can hear Frost breathing deeply. “It smells like you in here, like a second home" his words make me smile like a ditz. “Were going to an animal shelter a friend of mine runs so I can discharge my powers in a good way. Often if my powers build up to much I will come here and work on healing any injured animals." He nods in approval to my way of dealing with things, like he already knew I really went there because helping the animals made me feel like I was atoning for my ancestor's mistakes.
It takes hours for me to fully drain myself at the animal shelter and by the time I'm done I've probably saved the shelter a couple of thousand dollars on medicine and treatments, not to mention alleviating all the pain from the animals. Its on the drive home that it dawns on me that Frost has nothing to do when I go back to work, and he doesn't seem like the type who enjoys doing nothing. “What do you want to do with your life Frost? Other than protect me." His thoughts are clear and direct when he replies “There is no greater calling for me than to protect you, what can someone like me do in this world? I am so different, and I am not a Citizen of America, I do not think I could get a job like you." His words ring true, but I think I may know of somewhere he can find a form of employment, and I change my route to head for a government building in the center of downtown right next to the City Hall.
The Hall of Heroes is an impressive building that somewhat puts the City Hall to shame. As we walk up to the buildings doors, almost everyone around who isn't glued to their phones or some other device are staring in awe and fear at Frost. While hero's and villains are aplenty in this world, it's not everyday you see a wolf-man walking around.
Though the building outside is quite nice, the inside is utilitarian. Immediately they take us into a room to meet with someone about registering Frost for his Hero License. Which is pretty damn fast for government work. We were not the only ones wanting to apply either, and while the Application was short Frost told me there are twelve people here to do what we were. The room we are shown into is very sterile and feels like it doesn't really belong to anyone.The man behind the desk is middle aged, fit, and full of energy. “You have no idea how rare it is to get someone who might actually be able to pass the requirements to be a Hero. In fact we get somewhere around one hundred applicants a month and yet we haven't approved anyone in three years! The last being Jack-Hammer. First things first though, you need to fill out some paperwork and give us as thorough a read out of your abilities as possible, so that we can accurately determine your ability to be a hero or not." His words come out quick but well spoken as if he has taken speech classes specifically for this. “Note that there are some things that will get you denied right away such as if you have no enhanced durability of some kind. We find that even if someone can shoot laser beams with their eyes, If they can't take a punch to the face, they tend to die quickly. Since the government pays heroes for their service and even includes a small but tidy life insurance for any of the heroes possible family, we cannot afford to have everyone running around trying to be a hero." The form he hands us has a long checklist of every super power or ability one could imagine from Astral Walking to Godhood. Frost fills in what information he can and I help with the rest. The man notices the lack of conversation between us before long “Is he telepathic? cause it's kinda rude to have a conversation in front of someone when they can't hear or understand it" I smile lightly and take hand the filled in paper to the man “Frost cannot articulate his jaw and lip muscles well enough to speak. I am a telepath so we are able to speak in that way, I apologize if you felt insulted but it's just how things are." After I tell him I am a telepath I can feel his curiosity spike in my direction. “And who are you?" he asks with a somewhat more annoyed tone. I squeeze Frost's hand as I feel a growl build in him and explain who I am. “I am Elizabeth Tarken. Last Daughter of the Tarken coven who used to own this city from its highest towers, to its lowest slums. After my parents were killed I was put into foster care by the government and am pretty sure I am still closely watched to this day. This handsome young wolf rescued me from Lust when I was abducted yesterday saving me from being raped and probably murdered. No matter my family's past the most illegal thing I've ever done is get parking tickets." Frosts smile brings a blush to my face and I murmur an apology for being so heavy handed. The worker just looks from me to frost and then stands up and leaves “I'm going to need to get my boss".
Frost looks at me anxiously and I face-palm pretty hard. “I'm sorry Frost, I'm just really tense right now what with that stuff that happened this morning and the lingering effects of Lust's powers." I sneak a peek at his face through my fingers not wanting him to see my blush and he starts rubbing his chin in a universal thinking gesture. I decide to wait for an invitation to see what he's thinking since I suddenly feel kinda bad about being linked to him so much throughout the day without ever actually asking if he was ok with it. He seems thinking pretty intently, and his hand wanders from his chin to his ear, as he starts rubbing it I can't help but smirk a little at the cuteness of the gesture, since it is the ear that flops over that he is rubbing.
Glad that my face is hidden in my hands to hide my smirk, I start to wonder how I'm going to explain to my landlord about Frost's situation and if she will be alright with it. My landlord is usually pretty relaxed about things but she can be difficult about how many people are allowed in a suite. At the age of twenty-six my landlord Tatia seems young but she inherited the building from her father and she won't be pushed around by anyone no matter who they are. Standing at a good five foot nine inches she's tall for a woman and has complained quite verbally about the lack of men she can wear heels with. Darting a look at Frost I can't help but feel a little anxious since she could definitely wear heels with him and still only reach his chin, and Tatia is the type of woman who is aggressive with her taste in men.
Frost presses his head against mine gently and I can feel tentative thoughts drifting from him “Are you ok?". His voice is like warm velvet across my skin and I feel a mental shiver of pleasure that I'm the only one that can hear it. I drop my hand from my face and look at him before asking “What were you thinking about?" I see a shadow flash on his face but it's gone before he answers “I was wondering if you thought this morning was a mistake. I understand that you were under the influence of trauma and Lust's powers which is why I didn't want to stop you. I was unsure of whether stopping you would be harmful to you or not, since I haven't really interacted with female humans before. While I know we are sexually compatible, I was unsure if you were reacting to my presence in a normal way or if it was some way humans deal with near death experiences." Throughout his explanation certain of his memories flash from him to me that show me his point of view of the acts in question. As-well as the feelings he had during them which were making my stomach flutter a little in several ways. Along with his feelings of affection during our activities I get a little bit of what he was feeling physically, and the one that stands out the most was the feel of his cock rubbing against my pussy while he had me against the wall, and just how close he was to cumming from it. My body reacted in sympathetic pleasure and I just know I'm going to have to do laundry tonight or go without panties, which would be incredibly dangerous around Frost.
After I settle myself down I begin to ask myself if I really regret what we've done and everything my life has the potential to become now. I have a Frost, a Wolf/Man who will always respect and protect me with everything he has and has already shown to be considerate of my needs and boundaries. More than most women could expect from a normal man. If he gets his Hero License he will be in constant danger but he will also have a steady and sizable income that I have the feeling he will insist on sharing with me. The only thing really to know is if I'm as attracted to him without Lust's after effects on me or not. Though looking at him I don't see how I couldn't find him attractive. His piercing yellow eyes that gaze at me with intelligence, and restrained hunger, tells me he wants me with everything he has, but will not take me unless I saw so. His hands so often near if not holding mine since we left the house are never confining, but more like a comforting warmth. In Frost's eyes he is already mine to call, his loyalty is unquestionable and unwavering. The thought sends a confusing burst of emotions through me, Do I deserve such loyalty? What would happen if I accepted him? How will I feel when he dies? The last question hits me like a truck and I can't help but wonder if this continues, If we continue and get into a relationship, Will I be able to take his possible death without breaking and turning into a monster?
Frost's hand envelopes mine and he squeezes it gently, pulling me from my thoughts. He rubs his cheek against mine in an incredibly affectionate gesture that sends more butterfly's through me “You do not have to answer such questions now, time brings with it many sorrow's and many joy's, but it is slow giving you plenty of itself to make the right decisions." His smile helps me feel a bit more cheerful and I give his hand a return squeeze to let him know I understand and appreciate it.
As I begin to form my response to Frost, a rotund man enters the room with a snarl and glares at Frost as if he were the source of all his consternation. The glare that could wither a lesser person simply washes off of Frost as he calmly returns the man's stare. Within a few seconds the other man looks away a flash of what could very possibly be fear crosses his face before he walks to the chair previously left vacated by the annoyed worker.
“I'm the head of Kingston Bay's branch of Hero's. The name is Geralt, and I understand my underling who refuses to reenter the room due to what he calls “Undue danger to himself"" he uses his fingers to emulate the quotations in his words “He thinks that you two prove a danger to the lives of Kingston Bay. Now I understand he is a bit of a coward, as he was not living here when the Tarken's" he looks pointedly to me “Were in control of the city and it truly was the worst place to live for people without powers." He sighs heavily and pulls a stylized handkerchief from his coat pocket and wipes his forehead. “Just being in a room with a Tarken has got me sweating, I know you're a law abiding citizen and often use your powers to heal injured animals and the like. Yes we do still keep very close tabs on you, and in my honest opinion you are what you seem. That being said, I can't give you a Hero License without you proving to me that you can hack it out there with the big guns." He gives Frost an Assessing look and I get the feeling that look alone has sent many home with nothing but broken dreams. “You look like you could eat solid steel and shit a damn tank just to prove you can. Provisionally I would like nothing more to have another set of hands out there on the streets keeping our people safe from those fuckwads who are so insistent on making our lives hell. We have a facility underground here that has an arena where we can test how truly worthy you are of the title Hero." He takes a form and a couple pieces of blank paper as well as some peculiar pencils from his jacket and around the desk and hands them to Frost. “I am provisionally going to authorize you to design and test out your suit and equipment. I will have it made and you will take the test when you are satisfied that it is right. That being said you are not going to have an unlimited amount of test suits. He punctuates his next sentence by holding up his hand with three fingers up “You have three test sets to get it right, that is all I'm going to give you. If you can get it right in three tries you can schedule an Arena test here and I will authorize it." The entire time he talked after giving Frost the papers and what i now realize are drawing pencils, specifically made to perform certain aspects of drawing, Frost has been sketching in immaculate detail a suit with attached notes and specifications on every piece. I catch a thought he aims towards me and turn towards Mr. Geralt “He says give him an hour and he will have the specifications of the suit and equipment he requires. Also that he will not need more than one suit, since it will be one he has used before and while not one hundred percent the same, has some improvements to it he feels are important since he was a user and not a designer." At this Geralt perks a brow and his eyes shine with barely restrained interest. Obviously impressed at Frost's progress in so short a time and simply sits and I can only assume waits for Frost to finish.
Finally after an hour of playing tetris on my phone Frost turns over eight sheets of heavily marked paper with intrinsic details on the suit and equipment operating features, how to build it, and how long it will take him to test everything to make sure it works properly to specifications. Geralt rubs his chin and takes the pages, a slow grin works onto his face that is not used to the activity. “Based on a quick look, note I'm not an engineer, we should be able to produce this in a week or so. We've got a couple of people that were denied their Hero License doing better work creating things for Hero's and I know just who I'm giving this too." He takes and envelope out and stuff the pages in neatly before sealing it with a bit of twine. “She works quicker than anyone else and rarely gets anything wrong. Mechanical genius and a lot on the bat shit crazy side, but she's a good woman to have on your side and I tend to spoil her with my best assignments to keep her happy. That has been difficult of late due to the lack of new heroes but I get the feeling she's going to be happier than a rabbit in a carrot patch with this one. Her name is Lulu, and you can meet her here on floor B12 next week to pick up your equipment and decide if you want to test it in the Arena or not. If you succeed Lulu will be assigned to you permanently as your Equipment engineer, since she's got nothing else to do that will satisfy her." He hands me and Frost both visitor badges and sends us on our way.
Frost holds my hand as we walk back to my car and I feel as if were some dorky couple. My face heats up as people turn their heads to stare at us and while I'm not ashamed at all, I am a bit embarrassed by the quite public display of affection since I've never so much as had a boyfriend before. When we get to the car Frost opens my door for me and after I sit down he gives me a light peck on the cheek before closing my door and going to his side. The looks of the men are more interested in the whole Wolf-man thing while some of the women are more sexual with their looks, obviously undressing him with their eyes. I feel a touch of territorialism over Frost and as he closes his door I lean over, and give him a hot sexy kiss that he returns eagerly. Afterwards I look back at the women giving Frost their hungry looks to see them replaced with furious jealousy. I manage to get the car going and on the road before I giggle like a big dork and feel my face turn beet red. “I'm surprised you didn't hop over here and give me a ride while you were at it." the thought from Frost is completely unexpected and almost causes me to miss my turn off for home as I stutter and try not to remember that my face can't melt no matter how hot it gets.