Page 125 of His Hungry Wolf

What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t me. I didn’t offer to give guys massages. I didn’t ask them to undress for me. It was just that there was a smell coming from him I could barely resist. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it made me think of sex.

But, sitting on top of him had clearly freaked him out. I know it did. That’s why he threw me off of him and sprinted to the bathroom like his hair was on fire.

It had to be my wolf who was doing this to me. It was taking over again. But, at least that was better than shifting and ripping Cage’s throat out. I was making progress. And, it wasn’t that weird to offer a massage if someone said their back was hurting, was it?

Agh! I don’t know. I don’t know anything. Why am I so bad at this? Maybe it would be better if I let my wolf do whatever was on his mind. It couldn’t end in a disaster worse than the one I had already created.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help in there?”

“I have everything in hand,” Cage said before turning on the faucet and eventually coming out.

Damn, did he look good standing there with his shirt off. His muscular, bulging shoulders, his thick pecs, his abs. How did he have abs without flexing? He was just standing there. How?

Staring at me with the most heart-melting puppy dog eyes, he said, “Sorry about that?”

“No, I’m sorry,” I told him feeling bad for crossing the line.

“Why should you feel sorry,” he asked me as if he didn’t know.

“You know, because…”

“…Because you were willing to tutor me in a subject I need to pass to have any sort of life, and I made things weird?”

“You made things weird? I’m the king of making things weird.”

“You might be the king of something, but this is on me. Look, why don’t we get back to studying.”

“How’s your back?”

“It’s much better now, thank you,” he said grabbing his shirt and putting it on. “That helped a lot. I can focus now. I’m also a little sleepy but, I can definitely focus.”

Continuing from where we left off, I did my best to quiet the impulses coming from my very happy wolf. He loved being around Cage. I couldn’t blame him. I did too.

But thankfully, even though we had a lot of material to cover, we covered a healthy chunk of it by the time Lou came back.

“Still at it? You two are like a dog with a bone, aren’t you?” Lou said playfully.

Cage stared at Lou uncomfortably. “Yeah, I should go.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” Lou said. “You won’t even know I’m here.”

“Or, we could just go to my room,” I suggested.

“No!” he said abruptly. “I mean, maybe we can pick it back up tomorrow. There are a lot of things swirling around up here and I need to process it all,” he said circling his hands around his head.

“Oh, yeah. Sleeping helps you retain information. Tomorrow, then. If you want to start earlier, my last class ends at four.”

“That sounds great. How about we meet at the study hall next time? That way we don’t disturb Lou.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about me. You two can do it wherever you’d like,” Lou added as he stood watching the two of us.

“Yes, we could study here,” I confirmed not sure I was ready to sit in public where anyone walking by could recognize me.

Cage fumbled his words. “I think study hall would be better. I mean, if it’s okay with you.”

I was disappointed that I had screwed things up so badly that he didn’t want to come back to my room, but I understood. I had done this and now I was going to have to deal with the repercussions.

“No, that’s fine. We’ll be covering the rest of the material, so you might want to bring some snacks.”