Declan followed Noelle to her bedroom. She locked the door behind him and gave him a sultry look. She moved closer and put her hands on his chest as she gazed up into his eyes. Declan put his hands onto Noelle's hips and pulled her hard against his body. Declan felt her breasts push against his chest as she pushed her hips forward and rubbed herself against his loins.

The buggy might have raised his adrenaline level to some extent, but it was Noelle’s nubile body that now elevated his testosterone levels. Declan opened his mouth as he locked his lips firmly against Noelle’s. His tongue pushed into her hot mouth and teased her. She responded as their tongues curled and twisted. Declan ran his fingers up her spine, and through the long locks of her hair. Noelle arched her back and melted into Declan's arms.

Noelle pushed her hips hard against Declan, she felt the heat of his shaft through their clothes as it started to grow against his leg. Her hand dropped and rubbed on his pants, his shaft twitched, and Declan sighed with want and anticipation for what would come.

“You wanna take a shower?” she asked in a low, sultry tone.

Declan replied by pulling off her t-shirt and cupping her breasts in her bra. His fingers slipped into the light fabric and brushed against her pink tips. He reached around her back as his fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra. It popped open, and Noelle dropped it off her shoulders. She reached for the button on Declan’s jeans. The tips of her fingers stroked and caressed his shaft that started to grow more quickly. Declan slid his thumbs inside his jeans and dropped them to the floor. He stepped free as he pulled at Noelle's jeans. She pushed her ass back and slid them over her slender hips.

Her fingers pulled at the white, lacey panties down her thighs as they rolled and twisted. She dropped them to her feet and stepped free as Declan grabbed the hem of his body-hugging shirt and lifted it over his head with raised arms. Noelle leaned toward his muscled torso and teased his erect nipples with the tip of her tongue. She bent her knees as she kissed the hard-ribbed slab of muscle on his stomach. The rounded form of his belly quivered as she traced a line closer to his loins with her soft fingers and tongue.

Noelle lifted Declan's shaft and wrapped her fingers around it, her hand pulled back as her tongue pushed into the slit of his hardened glans. Declan’s hips quivered as Noelle slipped the head of his stiff erection past her plump and full lips. Her tongue swirled as she ran it around the rim of his head. Her hand pulled back hard on his fullness. Noelle gagged for breath as Declan wrapped his fingers around her long hair and pulled and pushed her head back and forth like he needed to. She wanted him to be in control.

Noelle sucked hard, her lips tight around his shaft. Declan's hips rocked as he gave into Noelle's hot mouth. She pulled her head back and stood as he pulled her up with his raw masculinity. She took ahold of Declan's hand and he led them to the bathroom. Declan's eyes fell past the shower to the large tub that stretched the width of the bathroom.

“Now, that could be fun. A Jacuzzi bath, maybe?” he said.

“OH YEAH! Those bubbles and jets of water hit all the right spots,” Noelle replied as she turned on the faucets.

Declan’s eyes grew wide at her words. He lusted for Noelle like she was made just for him. The tub filled as Declan stepped inside. He held Noelle's hand as she dipped her toe into the hot water. Declan sat as Noelle picked up a large, pink bottle. She held it over Declan's chest and poured. The thick, cool liquid made a small stream that ran down his body.

“It’s only bubble bath,” Noelle replied as she rubbed the liquid against the taut, tight skin of Declan's muscles.

It was perfect. His body glistened as the bathroom light cast its white glow over him. He lowered his body until the water bobbed around his neck. Then, Noelle hit the switch. Declan felt the hard jets of water against his back, and the foam started to rise in the tub.

Noelle raised her body from the water while foam slipped from the peaks of her breasts. Declan raised his hands and caressed the silky, smooth skin of her breasts. His fingers teased her pebbled, pink nipples. Noelle bit her bottom lip and looked deep into Declan's eyes through strands of dampened hair. Her provocative glare told Declan that she was ready for him. He braced himself in the tub as water jets crashed against his hips and washed over his hardened cock. Noelle pulled on the side of the tub and placed her knees on each side of Declan’s legs. She ground her hips and allowed herself to find his hardened shaft. Her hand vanished under the water as Declan felt her grip as it tightened around his solid girth. The soft folds of Noelle's hotness found the head of his shaft. He slid into her easily as Noelle lowered her horny body.

Noelle grabbed the chrome handles of the tub and raised her body as Declan put his hands onto her sexy hips. His fingers dug into her soft skin as she lifted her body, and she felt his hardness move deeper into her. Noelle tilted her head backward as the damp strands of her hair fell over her back. Her eyes rolled, and her mouth opened. Declan groaned as he felt the pleasure of Noelle's sweetness. He felt her body grip his cock as she sheathed the full length of his shaft. Noelle sank herself onto him again and again, as warm and erratic breaths escaped from her heaving chest. Noelle rocked in ecstasy as she ground and gyrated her hips. Jets of water flooded against their bodies and washed over them, helping to enhance their pleasure.

Water lapped and splashed as it fell from the tub onto the white, tiled floor. Bubbles filled the top of the tub and clung to them as they both neared their climaxes. Noelle felt the hot walls of her pussy contract as they clutched at Declan's hard shaft. She panted as his head rested on the tub and he helped her gain the strength to move on him more. His hands helped her to move up and down, and he too, was breathless.

She pushed her hands onto his hot chest. Her fingers dug into his skin as she squealed, “Declan, I’m gonna come.”

Declan thrust his hips with wild abandonment. He felt his powerful loins wanting Noelle's womanhood. His body convulsed against Noelle as he flooded deep inside her, his hips rocked and seized as he felt his hot seed shoot a second —and then a third time. Noelle’s head rolled back as her body spewed forth a fountain of sensations that flooded throughout her entire body. And she screamed an uninhibited cry of satisfaction as she came on his cock. Noelle's body shivered as her final moment made her feel like she was in heaven.

Noelle gasped as her head rested on Declan. Her hot, shallow breaths washed over Declan's spent body. She pulled her head back and looked deep into his eyes. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a bath,” she murmured.

Declan grinned. “Well, I’ve never had a bath like that, not ever.”

* * *

Noelle laid next to Declan. Her mind had no chance to rest as the banging kept her awake.

Declan rolled to her. “Can’t you sleep either?” he asked.

“You’re joking. All that banging, and the toilet must have flushed; I don’t know how many times,” she replied. The sounds started again. Noelle looked at Declan and screwed her face up. “What time is it?” she asked.

Declan picked up the phone and looked at the time. He sighed as he placed the phone back on the old, oak, bedside cabinet. “It’s a little after three,” he replied as his fingers rubbed his eyes.

“I can’t listen to it. I’m going to get up. It’s relentless,” she said. And she threw the bedsheet over her legs.

Noelle stood in the middle of her bedroom in her pajamas. Declan looked at all the sheep scattered across the blue, fleecy material. He slipped from the bed and pulled on his t-shirt as he followed Noelle to the top of the stairs. He saw that the living room light was on and that a shadow was cast over the wall. But then it vanished.

“I think someone's down there,” he said. “Let me go first.”

Declan crept down the wooden staircase. He prepped his inner wolf. His nostrils flared as he started to smell the living room. His screwed-up face turned back to Noelle. “I think it’s your dad. I can smell him.”

Noelle pushed her hands into the small of his back as they descended the stairs. They entered the living room as Noelle's dad appeared from the downstairs bathroom. His face looked gaunt and drawn in. His skin was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

“Rough night, Dad?” Noelle asked.

“Something’s upset me and your mom. I’m not sure what it was,” he said. His hand pressed against his mouth. Noelle's dad pushed his other hand against his buttocks and stared at Noelle and Declan. “Excuse me,” he said, and he turned and vanished back into the bathroom.

Noelle sighed. She said, “I don’t want to listen to all those sounds. I’m gonna make coffee.” Declan giggled as he heard the sounds from the bathroom. It sounded as if Garrett was imploding. He shook his head and followed Noelle into the kitchen.

He sat at the table and rested his cheeks on his curled-over fingers. Weariness washed over him, but too much had gone on for him to think of sleep. Declan listened to the coffee machine spit hot water into the fresh, ground coffee. The drip-drip of the strong dark liquid was calming as it fell into the pot. Noelle brought two large mugs to the table. Declan saw steam rise as he reached for the cream and sugar. He spooned in four as Noelle stared at him, obviously shocked.

“Won’t that be a bit sweet?” she asked.

“I’m an alpha, I need my energy,” he replied, smiling.

Noelle glanced at the kitchen door. Her mom walked in and she was wrapped in a red housecoat with a gold, braided belt. It was accentuated with tassels that hung on either end.

“Morning dear,” she said.

Noelle looked at Declan and said nothing. They sipped their coffee and couldn’t believe what they’d heard. “You look terrible,” Noelle added.

“I feel terrible, but much lighter. I must have had five or six poops,” she started to say.

“Whoa Mom, too much information,” Noelle butted in.

“Sorry, dear. I’m not with it. All I’ll say is, it’s been coming out of both ends.”

“Jesus Mom, that’s still way too much information.”

Declan smiled as Garrett made his way into the kitchen. His hands patted his stomach. His towering figure loomed in the doorway. “I must’ve crapped for Colorado.” He beamed. “That coffee sure smells good.” He sat at the table next to Declan. “So, Noelle, what’ve you been up to?”

Noelle leaned on the table and kicked Declan’s shin with her bare foot. “How much do you remember?” she asked.

“What a strange way to say it. But my mind’s a little fuzzy. The last thing I remember is, well…” Garrett started to say. “Well dear, I don’t know what the last thing I remember is. What are you two doing here, anyway?”

Noelle smiled. “We thought we’d pass by and see how you were both doing. It’s been a while,” she commented.

Declan sat and listened to Noelle talk to her parents. It seemed as if they had no recollection that they’d had no memory of Noelle, for the past seven months. They spoke as if they’d seen her only a few days ago. Declan wondered how long it would be before they remembered everything, and when they recognized who Declan was, and what he was. He felt as if he was sitting on a time-bomb, it could be any time now, or not at all. It would probably come back to them. They would remember. They would see the weapons and know. They were hunters. They were the leaders of the hunters, and once they made contact with the other members, the war would be just a short time away.

How the fuck do we fight a war without killing her parents? Her dad can’t be turned again, he would definitely die.

“You have quite a few cattle, I see?” Declan said, to make conversation.

Garrett picked up his coffee mug and wrapped it in his fingers. “Yeah, cattle have been in the family for years. As has this house, in one incarnation or another. We had the old one demolished and had this beauty built,” Garrett said. “Not bad for a family of hunt—” Garret’s cheeks puffed as his stomach made a loud rumble. He held his hand to his mouth and he quickly stepped out of the kitchen.

“Oh my, he has got a bad stomach,” Abigail said.

“It must’ve been something you ate,” Noelle proclaimed.

“I think it was. We had some dinner after that lovely tea you made. I've saved some for the other family members. I think your aunties will love it,” she said. “I don’t know why your dad’s memory is fuzzy. He must have bumped his head or something.”

Noelle shrugged as her mom giggled and burped. Abigail put her hand to her mouth as she giggled. “Sorry! I think I need to go,” she said.

Abigail stood from the table and walked as if the tops of her legs had been tied together. “Take your time Mom, it’s still early,” Noelle called.

“Okay.”

Noelle and Declan giggled. They could see that Noelle's parents were coming back slowly, and they would have to make a move and get back to the Towers before her parents realized who Declan was. They heard a bang on the bathroom door as Abigail slammed her fists against the oak door.

“Garrett, will you damn-well hurry up!” she yelled.

Declan put his cup on the table. “I think we should get dressed and make our way back to the Towers,” he said. “Your mom and dad seem fine now. Once their stomachs have settled, they’re gonna be gunning for me.”

“I guess, um…” Noelle heard the bathroom door open.

“What were you gonna say?” Declan asked.

Noelle grinned. “Before the shit hits the fan!”

“Whatever life throws at you, duck, so it hits someone else.”