Fighting the Inevitable Ch. 09 Parody
"Millie, for the love of God
will you please calm down?!" Jared yelled, as he ducked another flying
saucepan and tried to work out the best way to get to his irate mate without
allowing her to do him any bodily harm. He was dressed in just his jeans, the
only thing he'd taken time to pull on as he chased her out of the bedroom.
He was mentally kicking himself. Maybe, he
should have waited to tell her he was a wolf. Coming so soon after their first
time together, it was probably too much for her to take in. He tried moving
around to her right side, but she tracked him swiftly and another saucepan
barely missed his head.
He couldn't stop the wide grin which crossed his
handsome face. His woman was an excellent aim. She'd managed to get him with
most of her throws. It was only the last two he'd been able to avoid and barely
at that. She was glorious to behold, and he felt his wolf try to surface at her
aggressiveness. It would be easy to let him out again. He'd tackle her and
bring her down and force her to submit.
"You're a fucking animal!" Millie
shrieked at him. "You took me to bed, and you're a fucking animal!"
Jared stifled down a deep sigh. "Baby, come
on, it's not that bad," he pleaded. "I know it was a bit of a shock
me changing like that, but you wouldn't believe me when I just told you. I had
to get you to see I was telling you the truth. Didn't you like my wolf? He
certainly likes you, Millie. In fact, he adores you, as much as I do."
Her final saucepan caught him square on the
chest, and he muttered an oath, as he felt his anger starting to rise. This was
really getting beyond a joke now. The bloody pans hurt!
"You should have told me BEFORE you had sex
with me!" Millie screamed. "I deserved the right to make a fucking
choice whether or not I slept with a fucking animal!" Frustrated at having
no more saucepans to throw, she looked around for something else and came up
with the knives in the butcher's block.
Jared cursed when her hand wrapped around the
handle of a particularly large carving knife. That was really going to hurt if
she stuck it in him. It probably wouldn't kill him, but it would put him out of
action for a few days.
"Baby, you're not seriously going to throw
that knife at me, are you?" he asked, carefully allowing more of his wolf
to come to the fore to give him a faster reaction time if she did throw it.
Millie noticed the change of his
stance, as he began stalking toward her. Catching the feral gleam in his eyes,
she felt her own gaze narrow. Oh, he wanted to play dirty, did he? Well, if the
puppy wanted to come out to play, she had a few tricks up her own sleeve now
that she knew what she was up against.
Laying the knife down on the counter,
she turned to her spice cabinet. She could feel his predatory gaze on her back
like a heated caress as her fingers searched frantically through the jars.
Smiling triumphantly, she spun on her
heel, catching him off guard just as he reached for her. Popping the top on the
ground pepper container in her hand, she threw the contents in his face.
Jared sucked in a deep breath as she
surprised him by turning around quickly when he was only a step away from her.
It was the worst possible thing he could have done. His wolf-enhanced senses
went into overdrive as his nose was assaulted by the spice, and he actually
squeaked in surprise as he backpedaled away from her.
His eyes blinking rapidly in an
attempt to clear the water that had sprung up in them, he could just barely
make out her image as she became the predator, stalking him across the kitchen.
His nose was burning, and he couldn’t help the purely wolf-like response making
him bat at his face with his hands in an attempt to get rid of the offending
smell.
An evil smile spread across Millie’s
face as she uncorked the top of the cayenne pepper container. She could tell
from Jared’s scrambling that she’d caught him off guard, and she wanted to make
sure to push her advantage. She had exhausted the burst of adrenaline which had
coursed through her after Jared changed from a man into an enormous black wolf,
scaring the complete shit out of her.
Logically, she knew it was him inside
the wolf, could see Jared's eyes staring back at her from the huge beast; she
had still screamed in terror and launched herself from the bed, grabbing her robe
and slamming the door shut as she ran from the animal. He had followed her of
course, but in his man form not as the wolf. She supposed she should have been
thankful for that. She was still going to take as much delight as possible out
of removing that smug sense of control he’d exhibited since walking through her
door.
Jared started sneezing, still backing
away from her. He cursed as his hip bounced off of her kitchen table, and
cursed even louder when he tripped over the chair he’d dislodged. He’d almost
managed to get himself back under control and his vision cleared when a red
cloud suddenly appeared in front of his face. His senses went absolutely out of
control when the burst of powder hit him, and he lost his balance when he
tripped on her magazine rack.
Millie couldn’t help giggling out
loud as the pompous ass tripped backwards over her stack of magazines, and both
of his feet flew up in the air. He wouldn’t be able to regain much dignity from
that, she thought to herself. She advanced steadily on him, the now empty
pepper containers forgotten as she basked in her ability to outsmart his canine
senses.
Jared finally stilled, having flailed
his arms wildly as he tripped and fell unceremoniously on his rump. He could
feel his face burning as both of his feet flew up in the air, and his hand bashing
into the wall on the way down. As the tears streamed down his face from the
effect the cayenne pepper had on his nose, the sound of Millie’s enjoyment
finally filtered through.
“Woman, you’re going to be the death
of me. Can we talk about this rationally?”
Millie could feel hysterical laughter
starting to bubble up inside her. He
really thought he was going to talk her down? The idiot really thought she was
going to put the spices down and fall into his stupidly sexy arms and tell him
she was just fine with having a relationship with a bloody wolf?!
She did have to admit though, that
seeing him bust his ass like a normal man was pretty gratifying. She chuckled
to herself, and suddenly realized how insane she must look, standing in the
middle of her kitchen brandishing a spice arsenal.
"I'm sorry, Millie," he
said roughly, rolling over on his stomach so he could push his way back up to
his feet. "I know I should have told you before we made love; but you kept
avoiding me, and I needed you so badly I couldn't stop myself. I had every
intention of telling you before we got to this stage, but things just didn't
work out that way."
She raised her head and looked at
him. He was a wolf, but he was still Jared. He was still the man who had just
worshipped her body and taken her to heaven and back again. He was still the
man who arrogantly declared she was his even as he happily admitted that he was
hers. She really did need to find out what that meant. It probably had
something to do with him being a wolf.
"This being a wolf complicates
things, doesn't it?" she asked quietly and saw the truth in his eyes, even
as his lips tightened slightly and he nodded his head. She sighed deeply, and
he pulled her into his arms pressing her head against his chest. She let him
hold her. Hell, she needed him to hold her. She leaned against him for a long
moment and wallowed in his strength, as she tried to find some inner balance,
then she took a deep breath and stepped back.
"I'm going to have a
shower," she said firmly. "When I'm done you are going to tell me
absolutely everything, and you'd better not leave a single thing out, Jared. I
need to know just what I've gotten myself into here."
"I promise I'll tell you
everything, baby," Jared answered brushing her lips gently with his and
almost sighing with relief when she not only let him but also returned his
light caress.
She headed toward the bathroom, pausing
in the doorway and peering back at him with a devilish glint in her eye. “I
will try to adjust to your idea of “puppy love”…as long as you’re man enough to
realize that when you push me with your inner wolf, my inner “bitch” is gonna
push back!” With a cheeky grin, she closed the door behind her.
Jared chuckled to himself. He
wondered if she’d remember that remark after he explained how mating with a
wolf was going to change her life. She had no idea, yet, just how in tune with
her “inner bitch” she was really going to be.
