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Werewolf Boyfriend: Dominic (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-08-20 19:00:04 +0000 UTC
A few years ago, your sister, Marie, moved to Hearthway Hollow for a job. It was supposed to be a temporary assignment to renovate part of the elementary school, but she ended up staying.
She also met someone, which was really a surprise to you. Her wedding is coming up, and she invited you to stay with her and her fiance during the event. You know she’s trying to get you to move closer. The two of you were always close, and you have to admit, being so far apart now is getting to you. You have no plan of moving to Hearthway Hollow, but visiting sounds nice.
Part of your wedding gift is to help your sister plan the wedding. Your regular job is an event coordinator, but this will be the first wedding to not actually take place at one of the events you plan. Most of what you do is conventions. You’ve always been a comic fan yourself, so it’s a joy to bring the big gatherings to life and see them through.
Your sister and her fiance Ava pick you up from the airport, and the drive to Hearthway Hollow is breathtaking, the road surrounded on all sides by tall trees and lush greenery. It feels like you’re traveling into another world.
Ava is the school nurse, and she met your sister while she was working on the renovation. Ava is tall and androgynous, and apparently does weightlifting. She towers over your petite sister, but the two act so adorable together that it makes for quite the contrast.
“We’ve got a room all set up for you. Marie was very particular on the bed we picked out,” Ava smirks playfully.
“She’s going to be here a while, and I wasn’t going to just let her sleep on that awful pull-out sofa the entire time.” Marie’s eyes coffee colored eyes dart back to you through the rearview mirror. “Doing alright back there?”
“I’m enjoying the view,” you reply. “I keep thinking this is how fairy tales start out.”
Ava snickers from the driver’s seat. “Aren’t those usually warnings? Did you remember to leave your trail of breadcrumbs?”
“Don’t tease, the witches here don’t eat people.” Marie winks at you.
As you come into town you’re greeted by old buildings that look straight out of an old TV show. There’s a tool shop, a café, and a bright neon sign advertising authentic Chinese food.
“You weren’t joking when you said this place was designed to charm,” you remark.
“Isn’t it cute? But this is just downtown. The rest of the area is more modern. Most downtowns are designed to be a tourist attraction these days, anyway.” Marie looks out the window as the car goes down a winding road. The paved road is really only big enough for one car, and to one side there is a massive drop.
Ava finally turns onto a dirt road leading to the little yellow house you recognize from photos. “If you need to, you can use my old car to get around.” Ava motioned to an old green pickup truck in the driveway. “I’ll get you the keys.”
“Thanks, I’d appreciate that.” You move to get your things from the trunk, but Ava is already hefting them out, her arms flexing to show off muscle.
“Come on, I’ll give you a tour.” Marie grabs your hand and leads you around the house. Since moving to Hearthway Hollow, she’s been working part-time for homeowners until she can start her own renovation company here. In the meantime, she’s been enjoying gardening and building a deck onto the house. “Over here, I’m getting ready to put in some fencing to raise goats. Ava’s friend Beau runs a farm, and one of his goats is about to have kids, so I’ve already offered to take some in.” She looks positively buzzy about it.
“This yard is huge. How much property does Ava have?” you ask.
“She’s a Locklear,” she replies. “They’re basically the founders of this town, so they have lots of land. But Ava and her siblings share plots on their family’s fifty acres.”
“Oh, wow, must be nice. Compared to growing up in an apartment, anyway,” you murmur.
“It’s so different from what we’re used to. I have to admit, getting used to the forest being right at my window was a shock when I first got here. Especially since this place is technically a wolf reserve.”
Your eyes almost pop out of your head. “There are wolves here?”
“Lions, tigers, and bears too.” She says this in such a way that you can’t tell if she’s joking. “Seriously, there are bears here. We’re in the woods, there’s all sorts of animals out there.”
“At least comfort me by telling me there is a comic shop around here. Or at least a bookstore.”
“There’s Nanette's Books, which is pretty amazing. There’s the Hollow Campus, which is near the college, lots of indie stuff. Then there’s The Puppy Nook, which is part toys, part hobby, part comics and the like. It’s your kind of place.”
You sigh with relief. You’re having your mail forwarded, but your weekly trips to your favorite comic shop are your favorite way to unwind. “Usually small towns like this don’t have anything for people under thirty.”
“The college helps,” Marie says with a shrug.
After getting a proper tour of the house, Ava heads out to pick up dinner, and you and Marie lie on the bed and catch up. It’s so much nicer talking in person than on the phone, and you go over stories you’ve already shared. The next day, Ava heads to work, and Marie has a job repairing the railing at a house. You’ve decided to start going through details for the wedding. Already Ava and Marie have some ideas for you - clippings from magazines, a Pinterest board, and some scribbled ideas from Marie’s dream journal.
You take a break and go outside to enjoy some tea while going over the local business in Hearthway Hollow. As you walk across the yard, you get the strange feeling you’re being watched. The hairs at the back of your neck prickle, and you recall that wolves live in these woods. You fear moving, but you have to look up. When you do, you see a goat in the yard. He’s huge and demonic and has a big red bow around his neck.
“Hi, Satan,” you breathe.
The goat looks at you and bleats loudly before trotting around the yard. You notice he has a collar, but you don’t trust it, so you call your sister.
“Oh, yeah! I forgot to tell you, that’s Remi,” she laughs. “He’s the father of the goats we’ll be adopting.”
“Remi? I called him Satan.”
“He’s cute! He belongs to Beau at the big farm. If you take Remi yourself, Beau will load you up with farm goodies as thanks.”
You look back at Remi in the garden. “I fear if I touch him I’ll be sent to hell.”
“He looks frightening, but he’s precious, I swear. As long as you aren’t an asshole he’ll like you. He can sense that.”
You turn and see Remi is now much closer, staring at you. “Where is this farm?”
To your surprise, Remi willingly gets into the back of the pickup truck with you. Taking the directions Marie gave, you head out to the farm. Ava’s old truck makes all sorts of racket, but at first you don’t think twice about it. Fortunately, when you come out to the main road you see signs for the farm. Unfortunately, the truck kicks and sputters, slowing to a crawl. You pull over on the side of the road as the truck makes a horrible grinding noise.
“This isn’t good,” you sigh.
You search the truck for some signs of a mechanic, hoping Ava has a business card. Eventually, you find one tucked into the car visor and give it a call.
“I’ll send Dom out to pick you up.”
“I have a goat in the back of my truck... I don’t know if that changes anything.” You’ve given Remi the contents of your water bottle, since it’s rather warm out.
“Ah, you have Remi!”
How does everyone know about this goat? you ask yourself.
“I’ll make sure Dom gets the proper truck for that. Give him about fifteen minutes.”
You get back into the truck, expecting a much longer wait time than that. Luckily, fortune smiles on you, and the tow truck arrives much sooner than you expected. You get out to greet Dom as he steps out of the tow truck. He’s quite tall, with long, shaggy hair falling over his face and tattoos covering both his arms.
“Oh, hey, Remi.” He immediately approaches the truck bed and starts lavishing affection on the goat. “It’s been a while!”
Remi happily receives the pets and scratches, nuzzling his head into Dom’s huge hands. “I’ll get you fixed up in just a moment,” Dom chuckles.
“I was mainly just trying to get him back where he came from,” you reply. “If we could take him home first, I’d appreciate that.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Dom turns, brushing his hair out of his face. His jaw is scruffy, and he has thick eyebrows. But it’s eyes that catch you - they’re such a pale, bright blue, they almost seem to glow in the daylight. “I’m Dominic, by the way.”
“Yes,” you say in a strangled voice. You quickly clear your throat. “Hi! Um, I’m new here.” You’re not sure why you said that. Something about him is causing your heart to race and your mind to turn to static.
“Okay,” he says with a shrug. He takes Remi and situates him in the back seat of the tow truck. As you drive off, you lapse into quiet. The radio is fuzzy, but you can make out the lyrics to ‘Your Song’. You fidget with your hands and chew on your lip. Dom is silent for a long while, which only adds to his allure.
“Where are you staying?” he suddenly asks. “So I can take you home after this.”
You don’t know the address. “I’m staying with Ava Locklear,” you reply. “Well, her and my sister. They’re getting married, so I came up to help them plan the wedding.”
“I know Ava,” he says. “We grew up together. Her grandmother raised me. I was wondering why you had her truck.”
“Okay, great then!” you say. Then everything goes silent again.
Eventually you pull up to the farm, where a giant of a man comes out with a toddler at his heel. The baby happily greets the monstrous goat, who lovingly circles around him. The man - Beau, it turns out - loads you up with blackberries, collards, and bell peppers to take home as thanks for bringing Remi back.
On the way back, you glance over the bounty in the back seat. “This may sound stupid,” you say quietly. “But what are collards?”
Dom chuckles. “You’ve never had them before?”
You shake your head. “Is it like kale? It looks kind of like flat kale.”
“It’s Southern, very Southern,” he laughs. “Mama Locklear used to have it in the crockpot all day with bacon or ham. She’d pour vinegar over it. But I’m sure there are fancy ways to prepare it that you can find on the internet.”
“Is it good?” you ask.
Dom grins. “If you can cook it right, it’s fantastic.”
He takes you back to Ava’s house, and you give him the key to the green pickup truck. “I’ll call Ava,” he says. “Just to make sure of things, but hopefully I can have it fixed in a day or two.”
“What do I owe for the tow?” you ask. “I can pay for it right now.”
“I don’t have the paperwork or anything. Just come down to the garage when you get a chance.” He hops back into his truck. “Until then.” He drives off.
That evening, Ava teaches you how to cook collard greens from her great-aunt’s recipe. You leave them in the crockpot all night, and while they make the kitchen smell like cabbage farts, Ava assures you they’ll be amazing. “Take some to Dom as thanks,” she suggests. “He’ll love it.”
The next day you go to the garage to pay for the tow. When you do, you see Dom come out from under the hood of the truck. He’s wearing a headband to keep his hair away from his face, and he’s sweated through his t-shirt. “New girl,” he says. He wipes his face with his shirt, giving you a peek at his chest and stomach.
You nervously hold out the container of collards. “Here. I tried.”
He takes them and nods. “Thanks.” He grows very quiet.
You clear your throat. “How much for the tow?”
“Oh, right.” He moves over to the work table and picks up a clipboard. “Um...” he shifts through the papers, then drops the clipboard. He quickly goes to pick it up, but hits his head against the work table as he does.
“Are you alright?” you gasp.
“No.” The grimace on his face says everything. He rubs the sore spot on his head, then hands you the clipboard. “Take that.”
“That sounds like it hurt.”
“It did,” he grumps.
You look down at the clipboard. “Should I take this to the front? I can tell them you need a bag of ice.”
“I don’t need a bag of ice.” He rubs the top of his head, then down his neck. “I’ll be fine. I just feel stupid.”
“Why?”
He looks up at you. “Never mind.” He stands again. “Yeah, just take that to the front office and you can square things away. Thanks for the collards.”
Over the next few days, you notice something strange happening. Each morning when you wake up, you find something left on the porch. It’s odd enough to raise an eyebrow, like bottles of fancy vinegar, or a wrapped country ham.
One morning, when you can’t sleep, you decide to get some tea and relax on the porch in the cool air. When you open the door though, you see something strange. It’s a large, hairy animal, and when it looks up you see bright blue eyes. The wolf turns to run, but slams its head into the gate post and barks out a curse.
A wolf using profanity?
You drop the mug of tea in your hand and it hits the ground, shattering and splashing steaming liquid everywhere. “What’s going on?” Ava calls from inside.
A moment later, Ava is walking out, and your sister is behind you. “Oh, shit, you’re bleeding,” Ava huffs.
“Make her go inside,” the wolf whispers.
Marie tugs your hand. “Come on. It’s okay. Let Ava handle this.”
“No!” you yelp. “What the hell is that? What’s going on?”
Marie gives you a very pointed look. “Come inside, right now. It’s time we tell you everything.”
Marie tells you the secret of Hearthway Hollow - how it is indeed a sanctuary for wolves, but not the wolves you’re used to. It’s a safe haven for werewolves who wish to live their lives normally. She tells you of their ways, especially the courtship ritual.
As she’s going over this with you, Ava walks in with Dom. His nose is bleeding heavily, and he won’t look at you. “Is he okay?” you ask quietly.
Ava smiles. “His pride is hurt more than anything. Stay here, I’m going to help get him cleaned up.”
You watch as she leads him away, and suddenly your jaw drops. “Ava?”
Marie nods. “She’s a werewolf, many people you’ve met here are. But they’re harmless, and they’re wonderful. And yes, the courtship can be a little tricky and weird to people. But at least he didn’t leave a dead deer for you.”
“They leave dead animals?”
Marie nods. “It shows that they can hunt and provide.”
Ava steps out from the hall. “He’s pouting a bit.” She sits down at the table. “You okay?”
“I’m not sure,” you say breathlessly. “This is all a bit weird.” You glance down the hall and can see the bathroom light is on. “I didn’t think Dom liked me. He always seemed standoffish to me.”
“He’s shy,” Ava replies. “Always has been. He’s the sweetest thing on this earth, but he’s like a timid bunny rabbit. He gets scared and hops too hard and ends up hurting himself.”
You remember that the few times you’ve met, he always found a way to accidentally hurt himself. “Oh. Maybe I should talk to him?” You’re not sure what to make of this. Werewolves have always been your favorite monster. But knowing they’re real and not just pieces of fiction, you aren’t sure how to react.
You find Dom in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub with his shirt balled up under his nose. “You okay?”
He looks up at you with those amazing blue eyes. “No, but I’m fine.”
You smile shyly at him. “So… I know what’s going on.” You scratch at your arm. “If you’d like, we can talk about it.”
He huffs. “I’m not good at talking.”
You close the lid of the toilet and sit down. “It’s still new to me, and I don’t know what to think - werewolves and all that.” You chew your lip for a moment. “But if it helps, I do like you. You’re very cute.”
He looks up again.
“If you aren’t up for talking, maybe we could go see a movie.” You smile shyly. “Maybe, after a while, you’d feel more comfortable talking.”
Dom nods. “That sounds nice.”
It takes a while, but after a few dates, Dom eventually stops hurting himself around you. He jumps less, bumps into things less. He even tells you about how Mrs. Locklear took him in when he was little. You tell him about your job, and he asks you all sorts of questions. He begins to wear his hair back more, letting you see his handsome face. The more time you spend together, the more he opens up to you.
After a few weeks, you have your first kiss. His stubbled jaw is rough against your skin, but the way his large hands touch you makes you feel soft and malleable all over. The kiss is short, but Dom is still quite shy. It takes a few more kisses for him to open up further.
One evening, you’re alone at his place watching a movie and eating take out when he turns to you. “I want to show you something.”
“What’s that?” You lick sauce from your fingers.
Dom swallows and he takes your hand. “I want to shift for you, show you who I am.” Those beautiful eyes of his melt your heart.
“I thought werewolves only changed on full moons.”
He chuckles. “That’s a legend.” He takes your hand and leads you outside. He has you sit down in a wicker chair on the porch, then goes out into the yard. Stripping off his shirt, he begins to grow dark, black fur. His body contorts, jerking and making popping sounds. You watch as he shifts, growing larger and changing into the werewolf you saw that night.
Dom stands there, looking like a timid puppy. “Well,” he grunts. “This is me.” He places his large paws on his chest. “The final part of the courtship ritual is me showing myself to you, scenting you, and asking for permission.”
You bite your lip, unable to ignore how much you actually like it. “Permission for what?”
Dom comes back to you, kneeling before the chair. “To become your mate.”
You grin nervously and giggle. “Well...” You nod. “I would very much like to… mate.” You burst into giggles again. “Sorry! I don’t mean to laugh! I’m excited and nervous and...” You snicker some more.
Dom smiles, kissing your cheek and rubbing his face against yours. You place your hands on his chest and run them up to his face. His fur is soft, but his eyes are even better. You kiss him, feeling sharp teeth but not fearing them at all. Dom licks your neck and gently bites before burying his face there. His hands move up your body, squeezing your soft waist and gently nudging away your shirt.
“Is it really okay?” he asks again.
You gulp and nod. “Yes, of course. I really want this, especially with you.” You look into his eyes. “I’m falling for you.”
Dom kisses you again, moving his hands under your rear and bringing you towards the edge of the wicker chair. He tugs down your leggings and panties, then kisses down your chest and abdomen. He nuzzles your thighs, then looks up at you again for permission.
Your face is burning hot. No one has ever done this for you before. “You sure? Out here?”
“Usually I would take you into the woods.” His laugh is also nervous. “I thought here we’d both feel a little better.” His strong hands open your thighs. He kisses your mound and his tongue darts over your skin.
You take a shaky breath, throwing your head back. You run your fingers through his thick fur, rubbing behind his ears as his tongue touches your vulva. It’s hot and wet, burrowing between your folds. He growls against you as he licks. His trembling hands become more sure as they knead into your hips.
He rises again, licking his chops and breathing deeply as he picks you up and lays you on the grass. It’s cold against your back, but every inch of you is burning hot. He kisses you again, stripping away your shirt and bra before kissing your bare breasts. His warm body covers yours, and his erection pokes against your thigh.
A cold breeze washes over your skin, and you wrap your arms around Dom. He moves slowly, gently, taking his time. Once inside, he starts to tremble again, and he moans into your ear as he pushes himself deeper. Your thighs tighten around him and you let out a groan. His body tenses, and when he thrusts you cry out briefly.
“Don’t be quiet.” he whispers. “I want to hear more of your voice.”
You cling to his back. “Go harder.”
He moans and shudders. He thrusts his hips, dipping deep inside and then pulling all the way out. With a hard thrust he pushes back in all at once. You moan for him. You sing. You don’t let yourself go quiet for a moment.
His howl fills you senses and the heat rushing through you courses through every vein and fiber of your being. You curl up and twist, gasping for air as the wave finally settles.
You wake in bed, snuggled up to Dom’s tattooed chest. His shaggy hair hangs over his sleeping face, but he is still, adorably himself. You kiss his chest and neck, and he begins to stir. He chuckles, meeting your lips.
“So, am I a werewolf now, too?” you ask.
“No, it’s not like that.” He pushes his hair away from his face. “You’re my mate now, so you’ve got something even better.”
“That was fun,” you whisper. “You were wonderful.”
He starts to lift his hand and accidentally slaps his alarm clock off the side table. “Sorry.” He drops his arm again.
You sit up and kiss him. “Why do I make you so nervous? Aren’t you the monster?”
He smiles shyly. “I like you so much. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help it.” He cups your cheek in his hand. “You’re amazing.”
You smile down at him and cuddle back up to his side. “So are you. Nerves and all.”
