Post by ∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥ on May 20, 2014 20:43:13 GMT -5
You know how in the movies they say that a werewolf recognizes their mate by scent? And as soon as they find that mate their wolf immediately reacts, thinking all sorts of possessive things like 'mine', 'mate', and 'claim'? Well... Even if that may be true, a mere human wouldn't understand that- especially one who's so utterly focused on one thing and one thing only: Becoming pregnant.
It would make sense, except for the fact that the person who was trying so desperately to become impregnated was in fact a man. Well, actually, a boy - he was still a minor, just a year before the legal age of 18.
Though, with who he knew around town, it wasn't that hard to slink into a bar and order a few drinks. By the time he found a man who had caught his interest- and sparked the flame in his lower belly- he was already pretty intoxicated. Not overtly so, but enough that he wouldn't remember what he'd need to. Such as the ache in his heart and the almost nauseating need to have a child.
Leaning back against the counter with his legs spread casually, elbows leaning on the counter top and drink in hand, a lazy smirk graced his pretty, feminine features as he watched the man saunter over to him, obviously in no rush, though the burning in his abdomen was close to demanding speed right about now.
Cole Williams was pretty- beautiful, in fact, but he was still male. He still had male parts. He had short brunette hair that reached the nape of his neck and hung slightly in his face, wide hips that were blessed with the omega gift of birthing, and an hourglass shape, with curved legs and pouting lips. He was virtually hairless, except for the soft locks on his head, and it only seemed to add to the glow of 'mother' and 'mate' that emanated from his body and was picked up by those few werewolves in the bar.
But he knew one would pick up the faint trace of 'mine' in there. He just hoped 'that person' wasn't there. Really, really hoped.
It would make sense, except for the fact that the person who was trying so desperately to become impregnated was in fact a man. Well, actually, a boy - he was still a minor, just a year before the legal age of 18.
Though, with who he knew around town, it wasn't that hard to slink into a bar and order a few drinks. By the time he found a man who had caught his interest- and sparked the flame in his lower belly- he was already pretty intoxicated. Not overtly so, but enough that he wouldn't remember what he'd need to. Such as the ache in his heart and the almost nauseating need to have a child.
Leaning back against the counter with his legs spread casually, elbows leaning on the counter top and drink in hand, a lazy smirk graced his pretty, feminine features as he watched the man saunter over to him, obviously in no rush, though the burning in his abdomen was close to demanding speed right about now.
Cole Williams was pretty- beautiful, in fact, but he was still male. He still had male parts. He had short brunette hair that reached the nape of his neck and hung slightly in his face, wide hips that were blessed with the omega gift of birthing, and an hourglass shape, with curved legs and pouting lips. He was virtually hairless, except for the soft locks on his head, and it only seemed to add to the glow of 'mother' and 'mate' that emanated from his body and was picked up by those few werewolves in the bar.
But he knew one would pick up the faint trace of 'mine' in there. He just hoped 'that person' wasn't there. Really, really hoped.
