The signs for Kilbaha Lighthouse were in view now and at this hour the sun would set, stars would dot the blackened sky.

A highly romantic place for couples to walk and watch the scenery, whether day or nighttime.

A place where people have been widely known to shag if the mood is set right. It has been sometime since she last took a hike this way, but she is glad that she didn't wear something super frilly. Apparently, he planned a whole little picnic outing.

In his trunk, he had a cooler filled with what he promised were snacks and a backpack with unknown goodies. She helped him with the cooler. It was heavier than anticipated. What the hell did he pack in here?

It didn't matter, with all his excitable energy, he pressed onward. She was dragged most of the way, and since it was slowly getting darker outside, it slowed their pace. It wasn't like she couldn't see with her werewolf vision, but for him he might have been more focused on not tripping. Now that he has her as company, his chivalrous nature amped up even so much as asking her to follow him so she won't trip.

Cute. There was a spot that was special for Leas. He led her towards the most secluded cliffside, one that was close to the lighthouse, enough to light their path but far enough so no one could see them. He must want their alone time badly, even threatening to mope if someone else took their spot.

Luckily, no such thing happened. Laying a very large beach towel over the grassy patch. Close enough to the cliff to watch the sky change to a new color, nighttime, and they could hear the lapping of the sea. Such a peaceful sight, she really felt in the element out here. Her wolf side stirred to be released, when her wolf side imagined an outcome where she pinned the unsuspecting man to the ground to have her way with him, which caused her to quake in confusion.

It's scary. Her wild side has been the butt of her problems when it came to staying civil.

What is wrong with me?

"Come sit down , next to me, Idonea." His voice raided her ears and she turned to look. He placed plates of club sandwiches, avocado salads and many more. He packed enough food to feed more than just two people. Her mind wandered back to how much he ate for breakfast and asked while moving to sit by him. "Do you normally eat this much?"

"Haha, just like you, I put in a lot of effort to keep physically fit. It makes me very…voracious." The last words that slipped between his lips followed a gaze that slipped over her frame. What is he on about?

She caught a whiff of his lust again and snarled, “Man. Was your sweet little demeanor an act for your fans?"

"Haha. I am passionate, not innocent." He offered her a plate filled with the food he had brought. This is where he smiled sheepishly, "Let me know what you think of the food. I prepared them myself."

She studied the food, gaping. He made all this? She just assumed that he had got the catering done or even had a servant make it for him. He had culinary skills, but does the food taste as good as it looks? She took a couple of bites and the flavor melted on her expectant tongue. Better than she had ever anticipated.

"It's good." She devoured her portion, not noticing him pull a wine bottle out from the backpack. It was a bottle of Brown Brothers orange muscat and flora that he waved at her direction to offer to serve her some.

"Would you like a cup?" He uncorked and poured himself what seemed to be his cup.

"Sure…so you like wine?" She asked, watching him pouring her a wooden cup. Even though she can't get drunk, these drinks still taste very good to her. After finishing her third sandwich, she grabbed the filled cup and tasted the first sip. The sweetness that comes from the grapes of the wine tends to bring warmth to her heart.

"Not only do I like it, but I attend wine tasting events." He said this with a straight face, eating and washing down the food with his serving of wine.

I wonder if he will get drunk.

"Hmm. Cool." Her eyes traced over his tattoos the whole time. Knowing the meaning of each one. It is like the one on her chest that is supposed to represent Thor's hammer.

He didn't see her staring, finishing his share of the meal and drinking his first serving of wine. He poured himself another cup while she was still working on hers. His freckled cheeks were pink, probably from the warmth of this drink, making her wonder again if he would get drunk.

Not a single bit, he saw her admiring the tattoos all along his tense forearms and smiled. "Oh…did something catch your eye?"

"Your tattoos. I am familiar with the meanings."

"Oh. If that's the case-" He extended his exposed arm out to her. With the motion of his eyes, he insisted that she touch the tattoos. "Tell me what you know."

Being teased enough to not care what it meant if she touched him, she became unnerved and competitive. She lived a long time, long enough to remember the use of these symbols. If anything, this human probably thought wrong about some of these when he got them.

Her free hand traced the simple lines of his tattoos. His skin is undeniably tender and warm to the touch. The first one she traced the meaning slipped her pink lips, "You have here a Younger Furthark rune for úr or snow…"

Her fingertips trailed on it some, ignoring the shocked and blushing expression on his face. He was finishing his second cup of wine when she moved to the next tattoo on his forearm. This one is just above the rune of úr and was most notable for being…"This one's lagu…meant to represent water-"

So engrossed in explaining, she didn't notice that he leaned in to watch her. Face so close that he might be able to hear her heart race when he said, "You are doing a wonderful job at seducing me."

Her gaze flitted from his forearm to his now very close face, gulping a handful of saliva. She released his arm, stiff underneath his gaze "I don't know why…I did that."

"Don't worry. I liked every second of it. And you are very…knowledgeable about the runes." He leaned in even closer, putting his empty cup to the side. This close, she can smell every aspect of him. From the sweet aroma she can't get enough of, to the smell of lust, and even the alcohol he drank. His freckled cheeks are pink, but he is not drunk making her think that the cause of it wasn’t alcohol related.

He smelled really good, so good that every part of her burned and ached for him. Like a drug, her body started to quake for him. She never ever felt like this to anyone in her lifetime and she has been with a few humans to itch the scratch that she can’t reach. No one made her want this outcome so badly that it hurt to push away. Who was he?

"Idonea…?" He touched the side of her face; his hand was so gentle that it broke her stupid pride.

The lust spilled over her, clouding her mind. She leaned in, claiming his lips that taste of wine. He did not fight her, humming between their wrestling tongues. His aroma filled her every orifice, and it powered her to keep going till she was on top of him, violating his mouth and grinding against his hard groin between their layers of pants. Her heart raced just thinking of ways to remove his and her clothing as soon as possible.

When her lungs needed oxygen, she regrettably pulled away from him, seeing the mesmerized look on his freckled face. He panted away, running his fingers beneath her shirt, touching her skin on the curve of her waist. "Idonea…"

Whispering her name only triggered her hunger, amping up her bucking. She was too lost in the thrill to stop it, her body burning to claim him as her own. The arousal dampened the underwear she wore, and the musk of his lust filled her nostrils to tickle this insane primal instinct.

He is mine.

"...your eyes? Are they glowin-" His expression changed to confusion, which really dropped the activities completely. Waking her up from her lustful possession.

Wait…No no no! It wasn't just her eyes that were changing, but her skin pimples were a sign of transformation. She got right up and paced away from him. This is no good!?

She hurried off to the cliffside, hyperventilating. If he finds out that she is a werewolf, she is done for. Why was her wolf being so aggressive this time around? Did she not exercise enough? It has been a while since she last had intimacy but that never was a problem before. Leas…is dangerous!

"Idonea! What's wrong?!" The man that had struck so much chaos within her, invaded her bubble. His shirt was stretched from her manhandling, and he still had a hard bulge beneath his jeans. But anxiety is what she smelled, not lust. Whatever kind of playfulness on his face vanished, and he actually for once looked serious. Is he concerned?

No! "I am so sorry, Leas. I am not as genuine as you like to think…" She crossed her arms, out pacing him. If he gets too close, he will see her as she is, crumbling underneath her wild side. Calm yourself.

But she couldn't calm herself. She just did exactly what he had to deal with daily, she just tried to use him for her own selfish gratification. He almost saw her more monstrous side.

"Okay. Just stay with me, we can talk about this…" Leas sounded desperate, his hand reaching out to her. He smiled beautifully and his voice was so soothing.

His scent stirred the beast within her, she kept her face away from him. Her tongue ran over the sharp teeth that shaped over her normal ones. "No. No. I can talk from here. I…may have had too much to drink and I need a little time and space."

If she chanced a glance his way, she noticed the pained look on his face. The pout that might persuade her. Just keep your eyes on the horizon, Nea.

The horizon is a dark, mysterious void, promising an endless journey. It glittered just like the stars above, the waves crashed against the rocky cliffside. All this serene nature helped her curve that aggressive lust.

"I might have been wrong about bringing wine on this date…let me at least take you home." She could hear him close in, her heart racing crazy at his closeness. Something was different this time, his voice was laced with guilt and it smashed her lustful rage. It was easier to concentrate on priorities when she cared enough not to hurt his feelings.

Oh no. I didn't mean to make him feel at fault. Her gaze whipped over to him, studying his downcast look. So beautiful still, but definitely sullen. A lonely color melds into his purple eyes, the same loneliness she would hear in his voice.

Her mouth parts to speak, stopping just because her sharp teeth haven't transformed back. She clamped her mouth shut and nodded. Figuring the only best outcome is to comply. Going home will give her the chance she needs to turn into a wolf.

He sighed in relief, slacking his very broad shoulders. "Come then. Let's pack up quickly and head off."

No further time wasted; they packed up the picnic in silence. Neither one of them is bold enough to talk about what happened. Even the car ride back was filled with more silence. The strained expression on his face made her crave to do something but her teeth never reverted, her eyes did. It just made things very difficult on the ride back.

They were at the apartment, and he bade her goodbye from the driver's side window. He looked so lost and sad that it seared her heart even though this might be for the best.

Some irrational side of her compelled her to do one thing. She got close to the driver's side window. Then she leaned in to kiss him on the forehead, her face hot with embarrassment soon after.

Idonea didn't take the time to see the shocked expression on his face, running away with a hurried 'See you later'.