All the way up from the lounge Lorelai's anticipation had been building. The nymph may not have thought much of most of her clients or what she did with them, only doing what she was supposed to do, but this was different. She wanted this. Her giant stranger had not even offered any money, but she did not care. He could pay her nothing and she still wanted him.
Most unusual!
Now alone in the relative privacy of her room, she had turned to her mountain of a man and...almost nothing had happened. She was accustomed to being grabbed or at least fondled immediately but this strange one merely clinched his hands at his sides and breathed deeply. Lorelai knew he was taking her scent – he was a werewolf. That had been obvious to her once he'd drawn close to her down in the lounge. They weren't common, but she'd entertained werewolves before, and they were often enough quite rough clients.
A tilt of the head was given, an expression of confusion coming to her face as he apologized, calling her Little Flower. How precious. Little Flower, she liked that, but why ask forgiveness? He had done nothing to her.
Lorelai figured he must be apologizing for taking so long – or for his obvious slipping of control. She could see the gradual changes coming over him as he introduced himself in a rather brisk fashion, simple fashion. This was all very strange. Werewolves could be quite wild, true, but this loss of control seemed different to her. She was the cause, but she had done nothing yet. The few wolves she had serviced had only become erratic and rough after she had overly excited them.
When he called her mate, the nymph's eyes fluttered closed and she placed her hands over her heart, the mere word sending a little shudder through her as Logan hit his knees and finished changing from man to hybrid. His howl would have been heard far beyond this room. In the enclosed space it was unbearably loud, but it only caused her to open her eyes, heart jumping and skipping in response to his call. Her green eyes roved over him unabashedly. Logan had started out unbelievably huge, but now he was downright enormous. Lorelai had never been so dwarfed by anyone before, not even the hybrid forms of the other wolves that had known her had been so massive.
"Not scared," Lorelai assured him quietly as he reached for her, although that wasn't entirely true as she stepped into his arms quite willingly. There was a sliver of apprehension squirming through her. Her desire for him had not cooled, but seeing his form now, glorious and beautiful as it was, she wondered if she could handle him properly. It did not matter. He had called her mate and she wanted him, wanted to please him, and wanted to make him howl for her again.
She let her fingers run through the fur on his abdomen, he was so huge and she was so tiny, her head did not even reach his chest proper in this form! "I Lorelai. Like Little Flower too."