Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday

*And here it is! The final episode! We get to see Keir and Eoin get their HEA. It’s every so slightly NSFW, but not really. Who has suggestions for what they want to see next? For now, enjoy!**

The thing about being bonded to a wolf was that, even though I was human, I’d developed some extra abilities. Or maybe it was just that I could feel Eoin. Either way, after six months of us being, well, us, I always knew when he was creeping around.

I was at the stove making a giant pot of beef and vegetable stew when, without giving it conscious thought, I whirled around and held up my wooden spoon—dripping and all—toward the door.


Eoin froze, eyes going wide. Then a second later they softened, then got big. Who knew that my very large beta wolf mate would be so good at the puppy dog eyes?


“No.” I needed to be very firm with him because he had a tendency to be able to convince me to do just about anything. Not that it was a hardship, but still. “I’m busy. Go away.”

Eoin let out a whine that was definitely more wolf than human. He stared at me for a moment longer, but then when I shook my spoon at him, sending a drop of stew gravy flying, he hung his head and slinked off around the corner. I stayed where I was for an extra minute, making sure he really had left, before turning back to my work.

Eoin was still the grumpy, stoic beta I had met that first day, but with me, he allowed some of his softer side to show. I always knew he had a big heart, just watching him with the pack. But with me, when it was just us, he let his smiles out more. He was more affectionate. He listened intently when I talked, even when I rambled, and he was an excellent sounding board. At night, when we were in bed, he took me apart and put me back together again, and then held me close as we slept. I was pretty sure he was a bigger cuddler than I was, and that was saying something. All wolves were tactile, but with me, Eoin took it to a whole new level. I loved him so much it hurt sometimes, but only in the best possible ways.

Something tickled the edge of my awareness that I couldn’t ignore. I set down my spoon this time and then spun again, expecting to see Eoin in the doorway. But he wasn’t there. It took me a second to drop my gaze and see the gorgeous dark gray wolf slinking across the floor. Eoin had his belly to the floor, his eyebrows working as he gazed up at me. I stared back and he snuck a few steps closer.

I let out a gusty sigh, though it was really more for show. He could probably tell by now that the stew was mostly done and was in the “sit on the stove and simmer” stage. The eight loaves of bread I’d made were cooling on the counter. Carbs, it turned out, were my packs’ favorite thing on the planet, so I made sure to always have more than enough. Some day I’d make them each their own loaf, and I was sure there would be no leftovers.

I decided to ignore my mate for the moment. I stirred the stew, then covered it and made sure the flame was at the right level to keep it bubbling away. Then I headed to the fridge and made sure all my veggies were cut and prepped, and that I hadn’t missed anything. I knew I hadn’t, but I was making a show of making him wait. Eoin eventually made it to me and was sitting right beside me, head cocked, when I closed the fridge door.

I couldn’t resist the urge to rub his ears. His fur was so soft and it was one of my favorite things. Eoin didn’t care, and let me pet him whenever I wanted. Some of the other wolves grumbled that they weren’t dogs, and Eoin had confessed he didn’t usually like it either. But it was me, and he always wanted my hands on him. In whatever form, in any way I wanted.

“Come on,” I said softly, giving his left ear a little tug, then heading for the back door. Andreas had installed lever handles on all the doors so that the wolves could come and go even when they didn’t have thumbs, but I darted around Eoin to be the one to open the door. He huffed and gave me an epic side-eye—even in this form he liked to be chivalrous—but preceded me onto the porch. I headed right for the porch swing that had appeared several months ago and held it steady so he could hop up. As soon as he did, I climbed on as well and then curled up into him. It was chilly out here and Eoin was an excellent source of warmth. Especially in this form.

Eoin held still until I was comfortable and then twitched his tail so it laid over me as well. I chuckled because it tickled, and then sighed.

“You just wanted snuggles. I know how you are.”

Eoin huffed, and then made a soft yowling sound. He was much more expressive in this form than his human one, and I had a theory it was because the wolf didn’t have the same thought processes and therefore didn’t constantly put on a mask and a filter.

“You could have just told me you needed affection, you know?”

Eoin went tense below me and I immediately sat up. He hopped off, sending the swing rocking, but before I could say anything, he was shifting. It didn’t take but a few seconds for him to be in his human skin, and he shivered, though I was sure it was from the shift and not from the cold. I grabbed one of the throw blankets out of the chest anyway, and by the time I sat back up, he was settling next to me again. I brought the blanket with me as I crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs, and wrapped it around us both.

“I was going to. Trying to.” His voice was soft, almost as though he didn’t want to say it out loud.

I kissed him, slow and sweet, and wrapped my arms around him. When I pulled back, I didn’t go far, and pressed our foreheads together.

“And I cut you off. I’m sorry. I’ll do better at listening.” I kissed his nose and then snuggled in, so he would squeeze me tightly how I liked. Eoin didn’t disappoint.

“And I’ll do better at not interrupting you while you’re cooking. I know how seriously you take it. How much you enjoy it.” The touched his lips to my temple, not really a kiss, and just stayed there, breathing me in.

It was moments like this that I loved the most. The laughing and talking, the scorching hot sex, the holding each other close—that was all amazing and was more than I ever thought possible. But these moments when we really listened to each other and communicated were my favorite thing in the world. I felt closer to him in this moment than when he was inside me.

“I love you.” It came out breathy, my throat a little clogged at the sheer emotion.

The tiny growl was all wolf, and Eoin buried his face against my next, speaking his words into my skin. “And I love you.”

When I came for the interview, I never imagined that not only would I grow so close to a pack of wolves, but find my mate and the love of my life. But that was exactly what happened. Eoin claimed that Fate didn’t decree wolf shifters mates, but I could help but think she had a hand in this. And I couldn’t be happier.

Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday-Saturday Edition

**Episode 7 and the second to last episode. Next week, we’ll have the conclusion (god willing and the creek don’t rise). I’m already a day late with this one, but sometimes that’s how life goes. Enjoy!**

Eoin sat through prep and cooking, helping when I asked and staring at me with both hope and trepidation in his eyes. Focusing on the meal wasn’t the easiest thing, but I needed the time to just ignore the “big thing” for a while. It was my go-to method of dealing; pretend it didn’t exist for a bit until I was ready to handle it.

But cooking and eating only took so long and before I was ready, everything was cleaned up. I stalled as long as I could, shooting glances at Eoin. He was being patient, never pushing, and I figured it was better to put us both out of our misery. We needed to talk, and it wasn’t anything bad, so why was I worried about it?

“Wanna walk with me?” I asked softly.

Eoin hopped up, his smile tentative but there. Surprisingly, he waited for me to take the lead even though he was practically vibrating. It was easy enough to take his hand, and as soon as I did, his entire body relaxed. His hand was big and warm, enveloping mine, and when he twined our fingers together, I couldn’t help the smile.

“I love walking the property,” I said softly, giving him a little tug. Eoin opened the back door and we stepped out on the porch where we’d had our first conversation. I let out a tiny laugh, remembering how grumpy he’d been, and how confused I’d been at his concern. Now it all made so much more sense. “It’s so beautiful out here.”

“Andreas wanted to create a sanctuary for us.”

“He accomplished that, I think.” I glanced up at Eoin. “The pack likes it here, right?”

He nodded and I knew it wasn’t my imagination that he shuffled a little closer to me. We were still holding hands, but now we were practically touching all down our sides. Which was a feat really, since Eoin had a good six inches of height on me, and a heck of a lot more width. Plus we were moving, walking at a gentle pace.

We continued that way in silence for a while. I let my mind tumble over all the implications of what being his mate was. I had a lot of questions, and I would get to them eventually. But first I had to decide how I felt about it. the attraction was the easy part because I’d thought Eoin was beautiful from the first moment I’d met him. That feeling had only grown the more I’d gotten to know him. So I wasn’t worried about that.

But it was everything else. The permanent commitment to a man I was only just getting to know. The binding my life to his and all the implications of that. Joining the pack, because right now I had the option to walk away if I wanted to. But that would all change if I accepted Eoin as my mate.

And what happened if I didn’t? What would happen to Eoin if I chose to deny the mating? Would he pine for me until his dying day? Be able to move on with someone else eventually? Was he even attracted to me now or was it simply because of the mate pull, and if it wasn’t for that would we never have had a chance?

Eoin stopped and turned to face me, then touched my face with exceedingly gentle fingers. “Your heart is pounding so fast.”

“Would you even want me if you didn’t think I was your mate?” I blurted the most recent thought.

“First, I don’t think. I know.” He swiped my cheek with his thumb. “And secondly, I obviously don’t know for sure. But I think so. You’re admittedly very much my type, so there’s an really good chance that, yes. I would absolutely want you.”

I scowled, suddenly seeing green. “So you basically just have a type and I happen to fit and you’ve been with plenty of other guys who are exactly like me?”

Eoin’s chuckle made me frown but when he cupped my face in both hands and leaned in close, but not quite touching, my breath caught.

“I’d be lying if I said the jealousy wasn’t hot.”

“I’m not jealous,” I grumbled, lying through my teeth. It didn’t matter that jealousy was completely ridiculous and uncalled for given the situation. Or that I normally wasn’t a jealous person Just hearing him say that had made me a little ragey.

“I think, perhaps, you feel a little bit of the pull too, hmm?”

“Maybe.” I sighed and let him take some of my weight, leaning into his hold. “I dunno. I feel like I’m going a little crazy. My brain is all over the place. I have so many questions.”

“And I’ll answer them all. I promise. Where do you want to start?”

“I don’t know!” If it came out a little whiny, it couldn’t be helped. I took a breath, and then another, forcing my brain online. “What does this mean for us?”

Eoin tilted his head, brow creased, before his expression cleared. “It the simplest terms? We just start building a life together. We talk and compromise and kiss and more.” He added an eyebrow waggle which made me snicker. “Date, I guess, you could say. Except exclusively and no talking to anyone else or doing anything with anyone else and we—ooof.”

I pushed up onto my toes, cutting him off by bringing my lips within a millimeter of his. I’m pretty sure I stepped on his foot in the process, which caused his huff of breath. This close, I could feel more than see the way his lips curled.

“What happens to you if I say no?” I stayed close on purpose, so he’d know I was curious and not think I was going to do that. Because I was pretty dang sure I wasn’t going to.

“I’ll feel your loss in my soul for the rest of my life. It’ll be hard but, you know, I have my pack.”

I didn’t miss the slight tremble in his voice, and though he was doing his best not to influence me, I could tell it would be a lot more difficult than “hard.”

“Maybe, if you wanted to, you could kiss me and we could see how things go?”

Eoin’s sharp inhale barely registered before he pressed his lips to mine and made me feel it all the way down to my toes.

Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday

**Episode 6! Definite turning point. Only a few more episodes to go. Enjoy!**

I still had dinner to make. Even though Andreas told me I could take a break, walk away and talk to Eoin, this was my job and I took it seriously. More than that, feeding the pack had become one of my greatest joys. I wasn’t about to shirk my duty, even though Eoin and I obviously needed to talk. So after Jorge bandaged my finger—I was more than capable of doing it, but Eoin’s distress made me give in—I got back to work.

Eoin stayed close, as was his habit, and when I finally finished prepping, I wiped my hands on a towel and turned to him. For once he was letting me see all his emotion, the neutral mask he was so good at nowhere to be seen. While I appreciated that more than I could say, the anxiety clear in  his expression made my heart squeeze.

“Okay,” I said softly, tossing the towel aside and then rounding the island. I stepped in close, but not touching, and tried for a smile. “I’m all yours.”

Eoin let out that whine again, the one that was all wolf. “That’s the thing.”

I studied him, trying to parse out the meaning of his statement but failed. “I don’t know what that means.”

Eoin practically radiated tension, and he shoved his hands in his pockets. He wouldn’t look at me either. It was so far from his normal behavior that while I hadn’t really been worried before, I was now. I touched his forearm with soft fingers, and he shuddered out a breath.

“You can tell me,” I cajoled softly.

“Don’t leave, okay?” Eoin’s voice was strained. “If you don’t like what I say, don’t leave the pack. I’ll steer clear of you if you want, won’t bother you at all, but you can’t leave because that would be bad and—”

“Hey.” I had to interrupt because he was rambling and Eoin never rambled. “Just tell me, because your sort of freaking me out, and then we’ll figure it out.”

Eoin finally looked at me and his eyes were filled with equal parts hope and fear. For a long few moments, he didn’t speak, just breathed and by the deliberate inhalations and exhalation, it was clear he was trying to center himself.

“Some wolves,” he began, voice soft but sure, “find a person that they know, from first meeting, is meant to be theirs. It’s a rightness that settles into their souls, and though it’s not a guarantee of happiness it’s as close as it can get. Because this person is their mate. And even though a relationship is still work and communication, it’s a lot easier to do. It was like that for Andreas and Cal.”

“Okay?” I wasn’t sure what the backstory was for, but I was willing to listen to whatever he had to say.

“Usually it’s another wolf.”

The weight with which the statement was spoken meant something. The more I thought on it, the pieces started to fall into place. But even as hope filled me, I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. I was going to need Eoin to spell it out for me.

“Usually…but not always?’

“Not always,” he agreed. His warm brown eyes implored me to make the leap, and I wondered why he didn’t just say it. Perhaps the big strong beta was just scared enough that saying the words was too much.

“Eoin, are you saying… you and me…you think—”

“I know.” He sighed. “I know you’re my mate and I knew it within minutes of meeting you. But you knew nothing about this world and I wanted you to get settled and comfortable before I told you.”

It was a big deal and more than I’d been prepared for. My mind whirled, and even though there was a spark of happiness at the declaration, other emotions overrode that. Anger that he hadn’t told me immediately. Confusion at what came next and worry about what it all meant. Even worse, concern that the only reason I was here in the first place was because of Eoin.

I narrowed my gaze. “Is that why Andreas offered me the job?”

“No!” It was too loud and I jumped at the sound. Eoin immediately reached out, probably to soothe, but I took a half-step back. I didn’t want to get away from him but I didn’t want him to touch me right now either. Eoin quickly dropped his hand and then shoved it back into his pocket.

“No,” he said again, and the sincerity was so clear I believed him. “You’re here on your own merits. And we’re all glad for it.”

I nodded, still trying to wrap my mind around all the information.

“So that’s why you’ve been sticking so close. Taking care of me.”

“Yes.” Eoin huffed. “Well, no because I would have done that anyway for a new pack member, helping them get adjusted and settled. But normally we would have taken turns, and I just couldn’t be away from you.”

I nodded again, still not able to figure out exactly how I felt about everything. There was a part of me, the one that wanted to belong and have a person who was just for me to love and take care of me, that really liked the idea. And I genuinely liked Eoin. On top of that, I’d always thought he was gorgeous. But the more logical side of my brain urged caution and contemplation before I said anything more.

“I have to start the fajitas.”

“Keir,” he said, his voice full of longing and something else I couldn’t define. It tugged at my heartstrings. But I needed to think, and the best way to do that was getting lost in cooking. Besides, I had a pack to feed.

“You just sit there like you always do, and help when I need it and then…” I had to take a breath because half of me wanted to put this off as long as possible. But that wasn’t fair to either of us. “Then after we eat and I clean up, maybe you and I can take a walk and talk?”

“Yes, absolutely.” His face lit up in that smile I so seldom saw, but oh how it changed his entire demeanor.

I still wasn’t sure what I would say, or how I felt, but we both deserved the conversation. For now, I would cook steak and chicken fajitas with all the fixings, and extra spice for Jorge and Meri because they loved it. After that, we’d see.