Tab looked a little displeased as Rachel left, sulking silently on the bed.
"What's wrong, love?" I asked her.
"What are we?" she asked. "Not literally, I know we're werewolves, but what I mean is WHAT are WE?"
I couldn't help but feel a little confused. "I'm not getting what you're saying, love," I told her, trying to put an arm around her, but she pulled away.
"Are we lovers, are we fuckbuddies, are we simply horny packmates? I need you to tell me what you think we are, before we go any further. Last night was fun, yeah, but now I can't help but wonder if you'll be fucking every shewolf that comes along. Part of me thinks you'd drop me for Rachel in a heartbeat, and part of me thinks that the only reason you want to infect people in her club is so you can have some massive orgy of werewolves in my apartment tomorrow. SoI need you to tell me what we are, right now," she was on the verge of tears, and I knew my actions had quite a bit to do with it.
"Tab," I began, "I'm really into you. If you hadn't wanted me to be a werewolf, I never would have changed and fucked you yesterday. You opened my eyes to a whole world of possibilities I never imagined possible. I don't want to be away from you, I know that. I don't know if it's love or not, but I can't picture being separated from you. The only reason I had Rachel last night was to bring her into the pack. If that bugs you, we won't do it again. I just thought that it'd be better not to have to bite your friend. I can't promise you that I'll love you forever, or that I'll never hurt you. But right now, right here, I want you to be my mate, because you are the most important creature in the world to me." I was worried that my speech would sound cliche or preplanned, which it wasn't.
Tab smiled up at me, a tear running down her cheek, "Okay. That's what I want too." She kissed me deeply on the mouth. "Make love to me," she whispered, "Not as the beast, but as the man."
I complied, gently laying her on her back and engaging in a slow and sensual lovemaking session, channeling all of my recent emotions into what I was doing to her. We finished around an hour later, smiling at one another. "That was...nice," she told me, "But now I'm in the mood to hunt." Her eyes held a fiendish glint. "I think we need to take care of my neighbor next door. She's a busybody with too much time on her hands, a middle-aged hag who needs to be taught a lesson."
"Alright," I replied, "Let's take care of her."
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