The next couple of days fly by with the pack around. I finally feels like they are starting to accept me Marcy thinks to herself as she sits in the front passenger seat of Ian's car. They are finally heading home and back to reality, of their new life anyways. Marcy stairs down at her phone in her hands there's a message from aunt Lisa. She is clearly checking in again, Marcy types a quick I'll see you soon back to her and sets her phone back on her lap. "It was aunt Lisa again, just checking in wanting to know when I will be home for her to see the new place" Marcy announces. Aunt Lisa has been checking for the last four days clearly sencing something has been off. Ian arches an eyebrow, he has clearly been looking forward to having Marcy all to himself, they were finally going to be home alone too "oh yeah? Did you tell her we were on the way?" Though his words sounded genuine Marcy could feel the reluctancy. "Yeah I told her I won't be home till late tonight so she can come over tomorrow" Marcy smiles. She is looking forward to the alone time as well. Ian winks at her "sounds good to me!"
Ian and Marcy spend the next couple hours just talking, about anything and everything. Soon they are pulling onto their street and then into Marcy's driveway. Marcy gets butterflies once Ian puts the car into park. the two of them look at each other with fire in their eyes waisting no time. Ian grabs Marcy's single bag of clothes she chose to keep from the cabin ( thank you Dexter) from the back seat and nearly jogged to the door behind Marcy.
Marcy fumbles with the key for a few seconds before she finally gets the door unlocked, but once she does she nearly kicks it in to get inside with Ian pushed into her back where Marcy can feel what is to come next. In all of three seconds Ian has now kicked the door shut with his foot, slung Marcy's bag next to the couch and grabbed Marcy by the waist and pressed her firmly into the wall right next to the front door. Marcy smiles as he assurts his dominance with her. Though Ian might be a wolf Marcy knows she is no lamb, she will not run she is ready to play with the beast.
To be continued...