An Excerpt from Jeigh Lynn's All Hallow 's Moon

Damn! Alex had stolen his parking spot while he and Marisa had been at the ice cream parlor. He pulled into his dad's spot with a chuckle.

Marisa giggled next to him. “Um! You're in Daddy's spot. He's gonna gripe about that, you know.”

“Yup, I know.”

“You are so bad, Dash!”

He nodded. “Yup, I know that, too.” Turning the car off, he opened the door and got out, then walked around to her side of the car and opened the door for her.

Marisa grinned and handed him her ice cream cone. She undid her seatbelt and slid out. “Shame on you.”

He returned her mischievous grin. “I know, but what can ya do?”

She shrugged. Then with one last smile, she grabbed her ice cream and took off for the house. At the front door, she turned. “Thanks for the ice cream, Dash.” Jerking the door open, she ran inside and almost plowed right into Alex, who was on his way out.

“Watch it, squirt!” Alex shook his head and smiled at Dash. “Hey, bro! How was the drive up?”

“It sucked!”

Alex laughed. “Yeah, I bet. That's why I decided to go to school here.”

“Yeah, well, if there had been a vet school here, I would have stayed, too.” As Alex drew near, an intriguing scent wafted across his nose. Dash leaned toward his brother as he stepped closer. Alex obviously intended to give him a hug, but Dash stopped him by leaning forward and putting his nose to Alex's shirt. His cock stirred. What the hell? “What is that smell?”

Alex stepped back, his eyebrows raised. “What smell? What are you doing? Get your nose off me.”

Dash couldn't help it; he leaned further in, inhaling deeply, taking the wonderful aroma into his lungs. Again his cock paid attention. Damn! He was getting hard from sniffing his brother's shirt. What the hell had Alex been doing while wearing that thing? “Man, what did you do? You smell freakin' wonderful.”

Alex backed up further, holding his hand out. “Back off. You're freaking me out. I come to welcome you home, and you sniff me.” He dipped his head down and took in a breath near his shoulder, then shrugged. “I don't smell anything unusual. What the fuck?”

“Dude! You smell different. What is it?” He took another step toward Alex.

Alex frowned and retreated. “I don't know. I didn't do anything that I don't normally do. I went to classes. I met Jill for a late lunch. Is it pizza? Do you smell pizza?” Alex bent his head and sniffed himself again.

No, it wasn't pizza. Dash shook his head.

“I went to my last class; then afterward I walked Jill to her car. I made sure she was coming to the party tonight. Gave her directions to the cabin and hugged her bye. Then I got in my car and came home. That's it, so stop with the sniffing, wolf boy!”

“Wolf boy?” Dash grinned. “I'm no boy, but I guess the wolf part fits. Who's Jill?” He moved closer to Alex.

“Come on, you know Jill. She's probably my best friend ... well, my best friend that isn't related, anyway. We double date occasionally. You've heard me talk about her.” Alex stepped back again. “Would you stop stalking me, damn it?”

Dash hadn't realized that that was what he was doing until Alex mentioned it. He stopped walking. “Jill? Your buddy Jill? The one whose apartment you crash at before finals? The one you don't want to do? That Jill?”

Alex nodded. “Yes, that Jill.”

“Okay, I've never understood how you can have female friends you don't want to bang, but I've dismissed that as a defect in your personality. Still, how in the hell could you not want to do her, if she smells that good?”

Alex threw his hands up and groaned. Turning away, he stepped up on the porch and opened the front door.

Dash followed him. He couldn't resist the temptation. He leaned forward and put his nose to the shirt again, inhaling deeply.

Alex groaned and stepped out of reach. “Stop it!” he hissed.

“I can't help it! Tell me about Jill.”

They walked into the kitchen, where their mom was taking a batch of cookies out of the oven. She looked up and smiled. “Hi, babies!”

“Hi, Mom,” they answered in unison.

Dash reached over and snagged a cookie off the cookie sheet. “Oh, oh, ah, hot!” He tossed the cookie back and forth from hand to hand, then looked up at Alex. “Well? Tell me about Jill.” He had a hard-on from her scent alone; the least Alex could do was give him a mental picture of her.

Their mom looked up and frowned. “Stay out of the cookies, Dash. Alex's friend? Why do you want to know about Jill? She's a sweetheart. And smart, too.”

“Because Alex smells like her.”

She scrunched up her face. “What?”

Alex sighed. “He keeps sniffing my shirt. He says I smell different, and the only thing I can come up with is that Jill hugged me before I left this afternoon.”

Dash walked over to the table where Alex had taken a seat, unable to fight the allure of that scent. He sat down next to Alex and took a deep breath. His gums began to sting. Shit! His teeth were lengthening, just like his cock had. He stuffed the cookie in his mouth, hoping no one would notice. He had to meet this Jill. “Did you say she was coming to the party?” he asked with a mouth full of cookie.

“Yeah, why?” Alex turned to look at him. “Holy shit! Your eyes changed.”

Dash blinked. Well, son of a gun, so they had -- everything was monochrome. “What's she look like?” Drawn to her essence, he leaned over and rubbed his face on Alex's shoulder.

Alex shot out of the chair. “That's it! You are totally weirding me out!” He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it at Dash.

Dash caught it and pulled it to his face, taking a big whiff. He looked up as Alex stormed out of the room. Claire was standing there with a puzzled look on her face, studying him. “What's she like, Mom?”

She grinned, turned back, and grabbed a cookie off the plate. Taking a seat across the table, she slid the cookie to him. “She tall, about five-nine, I'd say. Slender, with long, light brown hair that goes to the top of her butt. She's pretty, but in an understated way. She isn't one to fuss with a bunch of makeup, but then, she doesn't need it. The few times we've met her, she's been very polite and soft-spoken. Jill seems very bright, and she appears to have a good head on her shoulders. Your father and I like her very much.”

At six-three, Dash was tall, too, so the first thought that popped into his head was that he wouldn't have to stoop over to kiss her. The image of a tall, willowy brunette with natural beauty crept into his mind. His stomach tightened and his cock jumped. He loved long hair on a woman -- loved the way it felt against his skin. Damn! If he didn't quit, he'd embarrass himself in front of his mother! His overactive imagination and Jill's fragrance were going to do him in.

He stood up, dropping Alex's shirt to hang in front of him to conceal his now straining erection. “Thanks, Mom.” He started to walk out of the kitchen, then remembered the cookie. He snatched it off the table. “Thanks for the cookie, too.”

“Dash, wait. Do you think she could be --”

“I'm going to take a nap. See you in a few hours, Mom!” With that, he bounded out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room, cramming the cookie in his mouth as he went. Eating with lengthened canines in human form was no easy feat, but he was never one to turn down sweets ... especially during a crisis.

He stepped into his room, closing and locking the door behind him. Crossing to the bathroom door that joined his room to his brother's, he locked that door, too. He was in no mood to answer questions regarding his behavior. Heck, he couldn't figure out what was going on, much less explain it.

He adjusted his engorged cock and sat down on the edge of the bed. He should have gotten another cookie; to his way of thinking, this certainly qualified as an emergency. Why did her scent affect him this way? Alex seemed to be oblivious to her sweet aroma.

Flopping backward onto the bed, he closed his eyes and dropped the shirt over his face. Inhaling Jill's lingering scent, he tried to decipher what made it different from other women. Why was it special? If it had this big an effect on him now, how would he react when he met her in person? His stomach clenched at the thought of seeing her face to face, and an ache began in his balls. He reached down and unfastened his pants, trying to relieve the pressure.

What would Jill be like? Would she be as attracted to him as he already was to her? He freed his cock from his pants. Ah, yeah! Much better. Did she have long legs? Mom had said she was tall. There was nothing like having long, sexy legs wrapped around you when you fucked. Dash groaned as the ache in his balls intensified. This line of thinking wasn't helping the situation any. He was no closer to figuring out what was going on, and he was well on the way to a case of blue balls.

Good Lord, how long had it been since he'd last had sex? Two weeks? Three? Too damned long! And it had been with Cindy, who had long hair and had loved it when he'd wrapped it in his fist and pulled it while he was taking her from behind. Would Jill like her hair tugged?

© Jeigh Lynn, October 2005
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