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'Okay, maybe not clever,' I gasp, my pulse stuttering against the thumb on my wrist. 'I was trying to sedu- mph!'
The second kiss catches me off guard, the deep animal sound from him turns my legs to jelly, and the control slips right out of my hands. The insistent press of his lips to mine makes me bloom under his touch; I open my mouth, tighten my hand in his hair, move the other to grip his bicep- still gentle, I don't want to hurt him, only to anchor myself.
Experimentally, I nip at his lip as I pull away. A little sting, that's all. 'Valko,' my voice tries for lightly admonishing, comes out a little strained. 'We're supposed to be making breakfast. I'm supposed to be at the Hunter's Association in less than an hour.'
But this is my fault, of course. He knows it, I know it, and I can't walk it back now.
Your nip doesn’t startle him. If anything, it sharpens something in his gaze, pupils narrowing just slightly as his thumb presses more firmly against your pulse.
“Breakfast?” he repeats. Your reminder should’ve pulled him back to schedules, to responsibility, to the world outside this kitchen. It doesn’t.
Instead, his hand at your waist finally tightens enough to make it very clear you’re not stepping away unless he lets you. “You started this,” Valko murmurs, the words brushing warm against your lips.
His ears flick once, betraying the restless energy humming under his skin, and his tail sweeps again. “You think I can just… stop?” he adds, softer, but edged with something that feels dangerously close to a challenge.
His gaze drops. That same almost smile returns. He exhales, something shifting behind his eyes. His grip eases. Not releasing you entirely, just loosening enough to give you the illusion of space. “Hunter’s Association,” he echoes. “You’ve got time for one more minute.”
“And I’ll walk you there,” he adds. “After,” he murmurs, “we’ll see if you can actually finish what you started.”
'You-' I let out a shaky breath, turn resolutely from his gaze and shove the pan off the heat, trying to find something to cling to right when things are going to change. My hands are trembling. 'Didn't know you could read me like a book,' I say, some bravado slipping in, a smirk gracing my lips. 'Clever boy.' I'm scrabbling for some kind of control and I know it. His presence is so heavy, so wild, that a lesser woman might quail under its weight.
Not me, though.
Instead of shrinking back, I meet that amused, calculating gaze with something defiant and determined. He may be a wolf, but I'm not prey. Never have been. I reach up, curl my fingers into his deep red hair, and pull his lips to mine.
Gotcha, I think, smiling into the kiss.
Valko stills under your touch. His lips move against yours, slow at first, almost curious, as if he’s testing the shape of your defiance. The faintest rumble builds in his chest, something low and dangerous, something that doesn’t quite sound human.
Then his hand comes up. It finds your wrist where it’s tangled in his hair, not pulling you away, but holding you there. When he pulls back, it’s just enough for his breath to ghost over your lips, and just enough for those golden eyes to catch yours.
“Clever boy?” he murmurs, voice roughened at the edges, like something dragged through gravel and heat. His thumb presses lightly against the inside of your wrist. “You think this is me being clever?”
The corner of his mouth tilts, not quite a smile. Something hungrier. His other hand settles at your waist. “You walked into a wolf’s space,” he continues softly, gaze flicking to your lips before returning to your eyes. “And decided to bare your teeth first.”
His ears twitch and his tail gives a slow, deliberate sweep behind him, betraying the tension coiled tight beneath his composure. “Not prey,” he echoes. Then, before you can answer, before you can reclaim that last fragile inch of control, he closes the space again. This time, the kiss isn’t curious. His grip tightens just enough to keep you right where he wants you.
For a moment, Charlie felt pretty damn smug. The grin on their face was undeniably fueled with satisfaction.
He moved. I got him off balance! I got the upper hand-
Oh.
Charlie's heart did something ridiculous in their chest that accompanied the sudden heat rushing to their cheeks. Their wrists in his grasp offered no resistance, as they tried to regain some footing but ended up just leaning against him for support.
Warm. He's so warm and he smells good. This close his eyes look like honey- Focus!
Charlie shook their head a little to dislodge the thought but touching him made it absolutely impossible to ignore. Then they saw his ears move. And he said something? What did he say?
"Wait wha-"
Try again
Charlie leapt into the obvious trap laid out without a second thought. So desperate to recover from their sudden flustered state that they launched into action.
Charlie feinted for his ears, then ducked to lunge for his tail instead.
"You asked for it!"
Valko saw it coming. Not because Charlie was predictable, no, it was the opposite. It was the way their energy shifted, that split second spark of determination replacing the fluster. His grip on their wrist loosened just enough to let them move and then they ducked.
His ears twitched sharply, and his tail flicked on instinct, almost slipping out of reach. Almost.
“You...” The word cut off into a low, startled huff as Charlie actually got him. Not fully, not cleanly, but enough. Valko froze. His gaze dropped to where Charlie had grabbed his tail. Then it lifted again, locking onto their face with a look that had lost every trace of casual amusement.
His grip shifted from their wrist to their arm, sliding upward. “You really don’t know what you’re doing, do you…” he murmured. His tail gave a small, involuntary twitch in Charlie’s hold.
A breath left him slow through his nose, like he was actively choosing patience over instinct. Then his hand moved, guiding Charlie’s wrist just slightly. “If you’re going to grab it,” he added, voice dropping even lower, “at least don’t do it like you’re trying to start a fight.”
A faint, sharp smile. “Or is that exactly what you were aiming for?”
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Despite having been around Valko for a few months now, he still had a knack for sneaking up on her. Being a Hunter meant being aware of her surroundings, but when it came to natural hunters, he was at the top of the food chain. Her head whipped around to the sound of his voice as he appeared behind her, but her expression immediately shifted from startled to fondness when she saw his fuzzy ears and golden eyes. As he looked over her, studying her for injuries, it was hard not to feel like one of his experiments, which was simultaneously disquieting and oddly thrilling. His concern for her wellbeing was comforting, but she also had to push down the urge to tease him for his worry.
What she wouldn't let slide, however, was the jealousy she perceived of him over not calling him for his help.
"Is the Alpha getting a bit possessive?" Her eyes trailed his figure as he made his way around her to stand face-to- well, she was about eye level with his abs at the moment and had to tilt her head back to look in his eyes. In those eyes she caught a flicker of tension, of question, that mirrored in the uneasy sway of his tail, but it quickly started to dissolve as he dug into his snacks. The familiar, easy-going Valko started to shine through once more.
"I promise I can take care of myself, but your concern is very cute. And it's appreciated." She leaned up towards him, her neck straining even more to maintain eye contact as she plucked a piece of puppy chow from the bag in his hand and popped it in her mouth with a wink.
"As for the meme I sent, I just thought you'd find it funny. I thought it was hilarious." She chewed thoughtfully as she watched him, savouring his closeness. "What, do you not like being called Alpha? Or is that some werewolf social faux pas?" Ever since she understood the full scope of what Valko was, she'd been fascinated with the intricacies of what life as a werewolf was like. He'd given her a few answers in the past when she'd asked, but her mind was constantly buzzing with questions, and she didn't want to annoy him. Besides, there were plenty of other aspects to Valko that fascinated her as well.
-Lamb
Valko didn’t answer right away. For a moment, he just looked at her. Not the quick, clinical once over he’d done earlier for injuries, but something slower.
His golden eyes tracked the way she leaned in, the way she stole from his snack like she belonged there, like he belonged to her space just as easily. His jaw shifted slightly as he crushed the straw between his teeth, the faint creak of plastic filling the quiet.
His tail gave one slow, deliberate sway behind him. “Cute?” he echoed, low. There was a subtle tilt of his head, ears angling forward, not playful this time, but attentive. Focused. Like he was recalibrating something in his mind. “You didn’t call me.”
It wasn’t a question. Not quite an accusation either, but it sat there between them, firm and unmoving. His gaze dropped briefly to the piece of puppy chow she’d taken, then back to her lips as she chewed.
“…You got hurt.” A faint metallic sheen flickered across his fingers for half a second, barely noticeable, like instinct trying to surface before he forced it back down. Then he exhaled through his nose, tension easing a little.
When she brought up Alpha, though, that made something shift again. His ears twitched. “People use it wrong,” he said, voice quieter now, but steadier. “It’s not… a title you throw around because it sounds strong.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, not at her, but at the idea of it. Old memory, maybe. Old irritation. “An Alpha isn’t just someone in charge.” He stepped closer, just enough that she had to tilt her head a little more, that his presence pressed in without touching. “It’s responsibility. Territory. Protection.”
His gaze locked onto hers again. “Pack.” For a second, the confident, easygoing Valko wasn’t there. In his place was something more instinctive, something that had learned the hard way what it meant to have nothing… and then to keep everything it managed to claim.
His tail stilled. “…So yeah,” he added, voice dipping just slightly, “I don’t like people saying it like a joke.” Then, just like that, the tension cracked. He nudged the snack bag back toward her, shoulder brushing lightly against hers as if nothing had happened.
“But if it’s you?” he muttered, quieter now, almost under his breath, “I’ll tolerate it.” A pause. “…Doesn’t mean I didn’t notice you didn’t call.” His eyes flicked back to hers, something sharp and warm mixing there.
“Next time,” he said, not quite a command, not quite a request, “you tell me first.” The tail behind him resumed its slow sway, like something had been decided.
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