Third person's POV
In the dimly lit room, an atmosphere of intimacy hung in the air like an invisible net, tightly entwining Derek and Tabitha.
Outside the window, the hustle and bustle of the city was shut out, leaving only the two of them, their rapid breathing and pounding heartbeats as if trying to break through the silent night.
Derek's tall frame pressed tightly against Tabitha, their body heat blending together, scorching like a burning flame.
As werewolves, their keen senses could clearly detect every subtle change in each other's bodies. This close and intimate contact intensified their emotions, as if they were about to consume each other.
Tabitha's mind went blank in an instant, filled with disbelief. The coincidence was so extreme that even the most absurd novels wouldn't dare to write it this way!
"How are you? Did your wound split open?" Tabitha asked anxiously, her voice tinged with undeniable concern.
She was worried for Derek's safety, especially in this situation, fearing that Derek's wound might have reopened due to the sudden movement.
The sharp pain had instantly spread from Derek's back to his entire body, but he gritted his teeth and mumbled, "I'm fine. Just give me a moment."
His voice was deep and husky, carrying a hint of restrained pain.
Tabitha didn't dare let him support himself with his arms, fearing it would strain his wound, so she let him remain on her.
However, Tabitha keenly sensed Derek's physiological reaction as he lay there.
"Derek!" Tabitha's face flushed with embarrassment, her voice tinged with anger.
Werewolves' senses were several times more acute than those of ordinary humans. In such close contact, this unusual sensation made her heartbeat even more erratic, her face burning with shame and awkwardness.
Derek looked helpless and explained, "Tabitha, it's a normal physiological reaction. Who wouldn't react when you're beneath me?"
His voice carried a hint of helplessness and affection. A unique pheromone filled the air, a special scent peculiar to werewolves.
In this situation, the atmosphere between them became even more intimate.
"You're just making excuses. You'd react the same way with any other woman," Tabitha retorted, though she couldn't help but care.
Deep down, she knew that werewolves had an innate loyalty and unique attraction to their partners. Still, she wasn't ready to admit her feelings for Derek.
"No, I wouldn't," Derek said firmly.
In his heart, Tabitha was one-of-a-kind. From the moment they became partners, she had become the most important person in his life.
After all, even when Matilda had so actively tried to tempt him, he hadn't been swayed, leading Rolf to once doubt if there was something wrong with him.
"Get off me," Tabitha tried to break the embarrassing situation, her hands instinctively pushing at Derek, but she didn't dare to use much force for fear of straining his wound.
"Tabitha, you started it, and now you have to take responsibility," Derek said half-jokingly.
His eyes sparkled with mischief. The corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was deliberately teasing Tabitha.
Tabitha glared at him indignantly and said, "Derek, how can you be so shameless? I only agreed to take care of you, not to sleep with you."
Her voice carried a mix of anger and shyness, her cheeks flushing even redder with agitation.
"What can I do when it's already like this?" Derek looked innocent, but he was well aware of his longing for Tabitha, which was not just physical but a deep, instinctual pull from his werewolf nature towards his partner.
His eyes showed a hint of helplessness and grievance, as if he was explaining his predicament to Tabitha.
"Deal with it yourself," Tabitha said, her face still flushed.
Her voice was very low, almost a murmur, and she couldn't bring herself to look directly into Derek's eyes.
"I can't," Derek said assertively, though he just wanted more interaction with Tabitha.
A mischievous smile appeared on his face, as if he was pleased with his little scheme.
Tabitha was shocked again and asked, "Don't all men know how to handle it themselves? You and I have been apart for so long. You couldn't have gone without it even once, right?"
Her eyes showed a hint of curiosity and doubt. Despite the embarrassment, she couldn't help but ask.
"I have," Derek replied succinctly.
"I knew it..."
Derek leaned in close to her ear and said slowly, "It was in my dreams, and every time, the woman in my dreams was you."
His warm breath tickled her ear, mingling with the unique scent of a werewolf, causing Tabitha's heartbeat to go out of control instantly.
The scent of the shower gel and the intimate atmosphere in the room intertwined, creating a unique aura around them, like an invisible net that tightly entwined them.
Their current state was like a pile of dry firewood, ready to ignite at the slightest spark.
The attraction between them was not just emotional but also a deep, instinctual pull from their werewolves. It was a longing for their mate that grew more intense in the confined space.