TW: This chapter has smut in it; if you dont want to read that part, stop when it says "Hamish knew that look so well that he didn't have to be told twice." and pick back up at "He pulled Mazikeen close, she facing his chest." Look for the bolded points for both! Happy reading!

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A month had come and passed, promising warmer weather and sunnier days. Hamish had just got back from his teaching position and found Mazikeen sitting on the couch at his apartment. She was wearing the pink salmon shirt that was stained in bleach and some shorts. She had her feet propped up on the cushions and her head back, eyes closed.

"Rough day, huh?" Hamish joked, coming over and moving Mazikeen's legs so he can sit on the couch next to her. She gave an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, definitely." Mazikeen said sarcastically. "The bathroom didn't clean itself like it's supposed to,"

Hamish gave a chuckle. "How rude of the bathroom to do that," He said. "Shall I go in there and have a word with it?" Hamish was trying to look serious, but his mouth broke into a grin. Mazikeen gave a shake of her head. "No, I already dealt with it," She said.

"Well, good," He said, leaning over and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Because I want to spend some time with this girl whose been at my apartment,"

"Oh really?" Mazikeen said, looking at Hamish. "Who is she?" She asked, acting confused.

Hamish sighed and leaned back, looking at Mazikeen with gray-blue eyes alight with amusement. "Well, she's pretty and she's way out of my league, and she's smart," He said. "She's kind, considerate, and sarcastic," Hamish was now listing things, "-she cares a lot about her friends, and maybe even me, and she's resilient, and witty, and so darn beautiful," Hamish stopped, looking at Mazikeen and only a breath away now. "And she smells of bleach at the moment," He said, making Mazikeen laugh.

"You really mean that?" She asked. Hamish laughed. "Yes, you stink like bleach," He said as Mazikeen slapped his arm playfully. "Not that!" She said laughing. "What you said before,"

Hamish barked out a laugh, resting his forehead against hers. "Yes, I really do mean that," He whispered.

Mazikeen smiled at Hamish, giving him a kiss on his nose before getting up. "Guess I should go and shower, huh?" She said. Hamish gave a nod. "I'll be here," He said, watching her give him a coy look and walking away.

Hamish heard the shower start and the glass door shutting from where he was. He wanted to go in and shower with her, but he also didn't want to get up from where he was. He was so deep in thought—trying to decide if he wanted to get up or not—when Mazikeen was out of the shower. He was startled to see her standing there in a towel, her hair a curly wet mess.

To Hamish she looked beautiful; even with all the impurities on her skin. She gave a smile as she walked over to Hamish. He could smell her shampoo from here; it smelled sweet and sugary. It smelled like her. Hamish wasn't prepared to have Mazikeen straddling herself on his lap, but was grateful. After a long day this is what he wanted. Needed.

Mazikeen planted a kiss on Hamish's lips; he could taste minty toothpaste and mouthwash. Pulling away, Mazikeen sat back and gave him a suggestive look. Hamish knew that look so well that he didn't have to be told twice.

He picked her up and took her to his bedroom. He gave her a sly grin and tossed her on the bed from where he stood at the doorway.

Mazikeen was thrown onto the bed hard enough for the frame to shake and hit the wall. She barely had enough time to adjust herself before Hamish was on her, want clear in his eyes. Somewhere between the time he tossed her on the bed, closing the door, and crawling on top of her, Hamish had taken most of his clothes off, save for his jeans. Hamish had never felt so alive.

Hamish dipped low, nipping her earlobe, whispering, "Tell me what you want me to do," The heat from his body was overwhelming Mazikeen.

Mazikeen's brain was short circuiting—not really knowing what she wanted. "Kiss me- ah-! Right there," She stuttered out as Hamish kissed from her temple, down her jaw, and sucking bruises on the sensitive skin on her neck. This cause Mazikeen to gasp out. Hamish was still sucking on the skin there, marking her as his own, and breathing in the warm scent of campfire and smell of sickly-sweet s'mores. It reminded him when he was younger, going out on camping trips with his Aunt and Uncle, burning bonfires and roasting those sweet deserts.

Mazikeen's wrists were held in place by Hamish's strong hands; making her virtually vulnerable. Humming against her throat, Hamish moved his lips back to Mazikeen's, capturing them in a slow and methodical kiss. "Anything else?" He murmured against her lips. Mazikeen gave a pleasurable shudder at the thoughts running through her head, unable to choose one in particular in that moment.

Hamish shifted his weight slightly, practically laying on top of her. When he did that, his hard core pressed up against hers, causing her to groan. "Fuck," She muttered, her voice hitching.

"You like that?" Hamish asked, noticing her reaction. He did it again but this time slower. Mazikeen's hips bucked up softly and grinding against his in reaction. She wanted more friction than he was giving, but Hamish pulled away.

Such a fucking tease. Hamish could almost see the thoughts in Mazikeen's eyes.

Hamish then let a hand traveled down to Mazikeen's core, moving the towel away from his desired location, and gave a devious grin when he felt how excited she was. He began to tease her clit with nimble fingers; going in slow circles and causing her to grip the bed sheets and arching her back. Whenever he was sure she was going to come, he'd stop, making her give a sound of frustration. After a few times of doing this, he pulled his hand away, causing Mazikeen to protest.

Getting off of the bed, Hamish stripped out of his jeans and underwear, and helped Mazikeen toss the towel away and onto the floor with Hamish's clothing. Raking his gaze over the naked body before him, Hamish gave a groan of approval, one that ignited deep within his chest as he watched Mazikeen sit up and lean against the bed frame.

Hamish crawled on her lap, legs on either side of her body, and kissed her tenderly. His hands fit the curve of her jawline perfectly, his fingers curling around her head. Mazikeen had one hand on the back of his neck, and one on his thigh, giving a groan.

He could feel how turned on she was, more so than before as his core was right up against hers in the position he was sitting in.

Suddenly, he was thrown backwards. Hamish landed on his back, making the bed bounce and groan under his weight. Mazikeen gave a smile, loving the way Hamish gave a surprised noise. He propped himself up on his elbows, elevating his upper body to look at Mazikeen as she slowly crawled over to him. His eyes darkened at what he was anticipating her to do.

Without missing a beat, Mazikeen had Hamish's member in her hands and began to massage it gently, taking the tip in her mouth. Her ice-blue eyes meeting gray-blue ones as she took him in her mouth. Hamish had to resist the urge to snap his hips upwards for his desired friction.

Mazikeen slowly took him in, inch by slow inch, making sure it will be something Hamish will remember. Soon, his member hit the back of her throat, almost making her gag. She then began to slowly bob her head, feeling every jerk and muscle move as she sucked.

Hamish started to gasp and groan, his head falling back. "Z-Z, I'm going to-" She cut him off by quickly removing her mouth, knowing what he was going to say. When she took him out of her mouth, a soft pop sounded, and a protest from Hamish—which sounded more like whimpering.

Mazikeen licked her lips and was looking at Hamish. "What do you want me to do, big boy?" She asked coyly. Hamish gave a feral noise that reverberated from his throat. His expression was somewhere caught between want and love—making Mazikeen shiver in delight.

"To lay there while I fuck you," He growled.

Mazikeen was not at all prepared to be on her back again, but she wasn't going to start complaining. Hamish got a condom from the nightstand, and rolled it on before placing one hand on Mazikeen's hip to stabilize her and the other holding her wrists above her head.

Lining himself up, Hamish looked at Mazikeen, awaiting her approval. "I'm going to go slow, okay?" He said. "If something doesn't feel good, let me know and I'll stop," Hamish looked at Mazikeen, searching her face for signs of disapproval, but found none as she nodded her head.

Taking that as his sign, he pressed the tip of his member to her core's entrance, going slow as promised.

Hamish felt every twitch, spasm, and jerk as he dug himself deeper, going in inch by inch, a slow stop-and-go process, making sure to stop when Mazikeen started to squirm. When he was flush against her, he stilled, letting her adjust to his size. Waiting until she was ready, Hamish relished in the tight feeling against him. It felt so good to feel her slowly loosen up, then tighten back around him whenever he or she barely moved.

Especially when he leaned forward and began to leave sloppy kisses on her chest, breasts, and stomach. He left love-bites scattered across her skin, licking them and watching them fade within seconds.

Mazikeen nodded, slowly grinding her hips when she was ready in an effort to get him moving. Hamish started slowly at first; rolling his hips like waves at the sea, savoring the feeling of her around him.

Soon, Hamish was picking up speed, and the hand that was on Mazikeen's hip transferred to her thighs, prompting her silently to wrap her legs around his waist and hips so he could go deeper. Mazikeen obliged and was hit with a wave of pleasure so intense she all but gave ragged breaths and gripped the sheets.

Leaning down, Hamish captured Mazikeen's lips with his own in a rushed and passionate kiss. He released her wrists so he could brace himself on the bed so he won't topple on top of Mazikeen or hurt her arms.

Pulling his lips away from hers, he rested his forehead on her chest, his thrusting becoming more erratic. "F-fuck, Hamish," She stuttered. "Harder," She ground out, her voice wavering from pleasure.

Hamish was snapping his hips, going harder and faster as requested. Mazikeen moaned Hamish's name like a prayer on her lips as Hamish fucked her until she was seeing stars in her vision. She was so close to her climax as was Hamish, and that being the reason why she started to roll her hips, making sure he hit her G-Spot with every thrust.

A chorus of 'oh fuck's left their mouths as they both neared climaxes.

When Hamish reached his, his head rose to her shoulder and he groaned, making a sound that was a shock to him as he bit down. Mazikeen felt him throbbing against her walls as he released his seed into the condom, that pushing her over the edge and releasing a moan from her lips. Mazikeen tightened her legs when Hamish was going to thrust again, keeping him where he was as she ground her hips against him, riding out her orgasm.

When Hamish was riding down from his high, he detached his teeth from her shoulder, tasting the copper taste of blood. Looking down on her shoulder, he saw that his canines had broken the skin there—or was that Tundra's teeth marks? Either way, he had hurt Mazikeen, and he felt incredibly bad until he remembered she was a werewolf too.

She finally let Hamish pull out of her when she was done.

But that wasn't where it stopped. Mazikeen flipped them over where she was on top and Hamish was on his back. Her core was on his until she adjusted herself where she was on his thighs, just below where his member was. She kissed up from his stomach, to his chest, and to his lips.

She then moved her mouth from his lips, to his jaw, and down to the sensitive spot on his neck, where she was aroused to hear a deep groan escape from Hamish.

She ghosted her fingers over his sides, causing him to shudder. This made Mazikeen snap her eyes to Hamish's face, where she saw it was a good shudder and not a bad one.

Grinning, her hand made its way down to Hamish's rubber-clad member, palming it and getting him hard again. Hamish gave a gasping sound, which Mazikeen smiled at.

"Z-Z-" He breathed out, struggling for words. She stopped and moved her hands away and caused him to whine at the loss of contact. "Say my full name," She said sweetly.

"M-Mazikeen, I-" He was trying to string words together. She shushed him, giving a smirk and palming his hard member again a few more times as a reward before lining herself up.

Werewolf stamina, Hamish thought gratefully. He probably wouldn't be ready for round two without it.

He gave out a groan as Mazikeen sank onto him, and it being easier than before. She leaned forward as she was now sitting on his hips with him inside her, and she started to ride him slowly and methodically. She held onto his upper arms to brace herself as she rose and fell, Hamish's hands on her hips guiding her.

She had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open when Hamish's member hit all the right places.

Riding faster, she felt Hamish tense beneath her, his claws back and digging into the sensitive flesh on her hips, cutting into her where past scars were. Hamish had his back arched as he came a second time that night; a moan escaping his lips. Mazikeen's own claws dug into Hamish's arms, drawing blood just as Hamish had done with his teeth.

She was soon orgasming just as Hamish was, feeling high on this feeling and never wanting to come down.

Mazikeen felt Hamish's member harden and twitch inside her and she knew was coming; she rose up until Hamish's member was out of her, and then she slammed back down, causing both to gasp and groan in pleasure as they both released within seconds of each other.

With Hamish still in her, Mazikeen leaned forward and planted a kiss on Hamish's lips. They both battled for dominance, but eventually Hamish was victorious and explored Mazikeen's mouth; sucking her tongue, grazing his tongue around and sliding over her teeth. Pulling away, he breathed a sigh. Mazikeen got off of Hamish and fell beside him on the bed.

Hamish's heart was racing but gradually growing slower with each steady breath he took. Hamish took the condom off, tied it, and tossed in the garbage can beside the nightstand. He struggled with the covers, but eventually pulled them over both himself and Mazikeen.

He pulled Mazikeen close, she facing his chest. She wound an arm around his side, and the other between them as his head rested on Hamish's arm and his other arm draped over her side in similar fashion.

He was tracing her scar on her back, feeling the ridge it made. He might not like the way she had gotten it, but he liked it; it made her unique and special. And God did he like it.

Mazikeen gave a content sigh as Hamish was lost in thought. Dare he say he felt loved and safe?

Yes. I dare say that, He thought, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face.

They stayed like that, him rubbing his fingertips on her back, absentmindedly tracing her scar and Mazikeen lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and the lazy rubbing on her back.