“And you are?” the professor asked, giving the hottie a stern look.
“Just transferring in,” the hunky dude replied. “Sorry about the lateness,” he said, giving the class a sheepish grin. He seemed genuinely sorry to disrupt us, oblivious to his toothpaste perfect smile punctuated with deep dimples. The guy was friggin’ delicious, but I wasn’t focusing on his face. The man had a body to die for, starting with muscular arms and powerful, bulging biceps. His thin tee barely concealed well-developed pecs that boasted sinfully delicious tats. “Mmm,” I murmured softly. I could imagine tracing my tongue around the curves of the ink, down the length of his body. His rock hard chest tapered to a firm waistline, perfectly paired with muscular legs encased in tight blue jeans that revealed a nicely developed, firm ass. I’d like to bite that.
“Stop looking,” I scolded myself. Since I’d moved back to College Park to resume my studies at the University of Maryland, I was trying to focus on getting the credits I needed to graduate. I wanted to get the heck out of Maryland and put school and Camp Vickers behind me. I dropped my eyes, pretending to read the textbook in front of me, but I couldn’t resist taking another peek.
Mr. Sexy slid into a seat near me, glancing over and grinning. Sandy blonde hair framed a pair of gorgeous baby blue eyes that topped his perfect nose, straight with just a hint of a tilt at the end. We both gasped at the same time.
“Beverly!” he exclaimed.
In shock, I realized it was Todd!
2
“Todd? Whoa! I can’t believe it! What are you doing here?” I asked. “It’s so good to see you!” Todd had worked with me as a camp counselor at Camp Rocky. He was the only male who had been bitten and turned into a werewolf by the Vlodiks, then saved by the Lycans.
Though we had lived at the Lycans’ complex, Camp Vickers, for a good part of the summer, I had found it rough to adjust to my new environment. Unlike me, Todd had seemed to embrace the experience, relishing the outdoors and what being a werewolf offered him.
“Hey, it’s awesome to see you too,” Todd said, “this is one of the last classes I need to graduate and...”
Todd’s voice was interrupted by the Professor. “Would you two like to carry on your conversation elsewhere or…?”
“Oh, sorry,” I said, grimacing. Damn, another strike against me with this professor. Todd and I stopped chatting as the professor’s voice droned on. Every so often, we’d exchange glances. I kept reminding myself to focus on the professor’s words, but what a yummy distraction Todd was. Finally the class was over, but neither one of us moved.
“You look so, ah, different…” my eyes flicked over his body, resting on the delicious looking tats that played against his skin.
“Yeah, well I cleaned up a bit.”
“You sure did,” I said. The last time I’d seen Todd, he was running around Camp Vickers sporting a scruffy beard and long, straggly hair. Now he was clean-shaven with a tousled, short bed head look, and his tats—geez. I couldn’t help but lick my lips. “What about those?” I pointed to his ink, “That’s some body art!”
“Oh you like?” he smiled. “I got these when I was waiting for final processing from the government. It was so boring waiting around doing nothing, and I’d always wanted some tats.”
I thought about the processing. When Caleb told the government the truth about the Lycan werewolf clan living at Camp Vickers they had stepped in. We’d had the choice to be assimilated back into society; otherwise we could stay at the camp. Those of us who decided to leave camp had to undergo extensive physical and emotional screening to make sure we were not going to run around biting people.
“I wish the government had told the public the truth about us instead of trying to hide everything.”
“Yeah,” Todd said. “I guess they were afraid of riots from people or something. If they had just presented the facts, that as werewolves we are in control and not harmful, I think it would have been better for everyone. Anyway, it is what it is.” As he shrugged, a few strands of sandy blonde hair dangled over his eye. It made him look even sexier, if that was possible.
“Um, I guess,” I said, shaking my head, trying not to stare. “It just makes it harder on all of us.”
“You are looking pretty damn fine Beverly,” Todd winked, changing the subject as he looked me up and down. I could feel a little of the tension release from my shoulders, and a tingle rushed through my loins. Todd had always been a cutie, but somehow the addition of the tats and the whole Camp Vickers experience just made him that much hotter. I could just imagine how being a werewolf added to his natural sexual prowess, and it was all I could do to keep myself from looking down at the front of his pants and visualizing what his cock looked like. But, I could guess… I ran my tongue over my lips at the thought of it.