Wolf Like Me

Fatin POV (Age 22)

As much as Fatin thought she knew Leah; as their hormones altered, they changed with them. It was small things and habits that confused Fatin at first. Things that were never covered in any of their health classes or reading.

Material they learned in school was tailored to the majority; people who would likely not find their mates until adulthood. It meant gaps were left, and the pair floundered when things came up that didn’t fit the norm due to their bond's age.

Fatin arrived home after a longer day at work than usual. Normally Leah would be cooking when she got in but instead, she saw the blankets strewn and immediately knew that she was nesting.

She was used to it by now, even when they were young Leah had done it. She had often found her mate in pillow forts or in secluded spots with low lighting.

However, this type of nesting was new, Fatin realised as she got to their room. Her mate sniffled and reached out with a hand flexing in a grabbing motion until she walked over to her. 

“Are you okay angel?” Fatin asked as she caressed her cheek. Leah’s makeup was wrecked, the little mascara she wore tracked down her cheeks leaving her looking like Alice Cooper. 

“You’re late.” Leah sniffed. “I was worried.” 

“I’m sorry, here, let me take my stuff off. How about I join you?” 

She was often clingy, but this felt different. As she ran a hand through Leah’s tear-sodden hair to neaten it, she could feel the discomfort radiating off her. Sometimes Leah didn’t even want her in her nests: preferring the space and silence to wallow on her own.

This time Leah did want her. She nodded, wiping her face as Fatin shucked off her coat and hung it over the back of the chair.

The coat was apparently not enough for Leah who began tugging at her clothes and throwing them to the floor until Fatin was stood there in her boxers.

Again, her mate reached out; knotting her fingers in the fabric of her underwear and tugging her into bed where Fatin nestled between the sheets.

It was seconds of settling in later when Leah wrapped a leg around her hip. She huffed and breathed in Fatin’s scent deeply, the cold tip of her nose pressing against the glands in Fatin’s throat as hairs raised on her arms.

A tingle ran up Fatin’s spine and she gently rocked her hips into Leah’s once, an automatic reaction that seemed to occur whenever Leah scented her now.

There was something off about Leah’s scent though; it was more potent and sweeter. Some time from now when they hit their second puberty Fatin would figure out why, for now, she remained clueless as she enjoyed the new notes to it.

Leah’s hormones were greatly altering in preparation for her second puberty, and omegas who had passed their wolf puberty and were mated were needy as shit. Her hormones had been changing since she was eighteen, but the serious change into her adult wolfhood had begun.

Something the pair remained entirely unaware of.

Fatin loved the neediness, loved Leah, and craved the proximity too. It wasn’t something that she would question when she enjoyed it so much.

Why would someone question comfort?

“Not close enough,” Leah whimpered, nose burying deeper. 

“Baby you couldn’t get any closer if you tried,” she said with a chuckle, arms encasing her mate protectively. 

Leah wriggled, shuffling restlessly against her as she huffed again and again. 

Stilling her with a firm grasp, Fatin pulled her lips to her own in the hope that would help. It did, albeit briefly. The wriggling subsided and Leah tasted like vanilla ice cream and coffee. Her scent was slightly masked by her new toffee shampoo.

However, Leah eventually pulled away, crying as her hand found Fatin’s own. “You feel so far away.”

“I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” She tightened her arms around her and kissed Leah again. However, Leah once again pulled away and let out a groan of complaint.

Cool fingers wrapped around Fatin’s own. She stared questioningly as Leah guided her hand down her pyjama shorts and between her legs, Fatin’s eyes burning gold at the heat she found there. 

“What do you need?” 

Leah pressed Fatin’s fingers in. “I just want you to hold me.” 

“Like this? With my fingers in you?” Fatin was confused but felt Leah’s emotions calm as she kissed her again.

Nodding up at her with wide eyes, Leah finally ceased her wriggling; the anxiety washed away from her the moment Fatin was inside her. It was like the simple touch took the emotions away, leaving Leah peaceful and tight around her.

However, as she went to move them, Leah shook her head.

“You don’t want to come?”

“No, I just missed you. Can we have dinner late tonight? I just want to lay here for a while,” Leah said sleepily. Her eyes slipped shut as she nuzzled into the crook of her neck, lips gently mouthing at Fatin in comfort. 

“Anything you want.” 

Teeth latched onto Fatin’s neck in response, surprising her. Neck biting was different for wolves and meant many things. Fatin, for example, avoided it because she didn’t want to get Leah pregnant. However sometimes she would nibble lightly or she would suck a mark into her skin, ensuring her fangs were away when she did so.

Leah sometimes bit her gently, and grazed her teeth against her pulse point. During sex, it was a challenge; one to tempt Fatin into pinning her. During the day it was soft and there as a reminder that Fatin was hers. It was cheeky and playful, and Fatin loved it.

This bite was different; it was forceful in a way that made Fatin’s breath fall harder, gripping Leah tightly as she slipped another finger to rest within her.

It was a bite that spoke of Leah needing more, her body wanting more though neither realised that.

Yet at that moment, Fatin wanted more too.

She wanted Leah carrying their child, she wanted a ring on her finger. She wanted so much and yet felt like she couldn’t yet ask. They were young and had their whole lives ahead of them. Now was not what they had planned.

So, Fatin closed her eyes and willed her fangs away, growing used to the feeling of Leah mouthing at her neck. Biting and kissing leisurely as the hours passed.

Never once did she move her fingers, and Leah loved every second.

It becomes a habit, one that Fatin doesn’t question even when Leah’s scent changes again. Things would later click into place, and she would chide herself for missing it. For now, Fatin clung to the fact that she is wanted so greatly.

That something so tactile brought Leah peace.

Every time Leah’s emotions swayed to anxiety she pulled Fatin beneath the covers, asking for her to hold her. Long fingers were buried between her thighs as a content and airy look spread across her features. 

“I love when you do this,” Leah said one day as Fatin lay beside her.

Sometimes she would curl and stretch her fingers, both to get feeling back in them and to let Leah know she was there. Other than that, they remained still and silent; Leah sighed wistfully with her breaths falling heavily, normally leading to slumber. 

“Why? I’ve always wondered.” 

“Other than when you bite me, there’s no other way I feel closer to you than this. It’s like you’re an extension of me. When we have sex, I can feel your heightened emotions and it clouds things. I love them but like this, we’re synchronised completely. Our breaths, our emotions, our bodies. It's comforting, just us as one.” 

Fatin nipped her shoulder, soothing it once with her tongue. 

“I love this too.”