“What are talking about ‘trying to think of a way to approach her’? … You just put one foot in front of the other, while heading in her direction; that’s all there is to it. … Now; go!”
Sounds to me like someone needs to take a ‘chill pill’. … Relax there, buddy; I’m going.
Now let’s see; what shall I do? … Hmm; she seems to be really interested in that fish. She’s staring at it like it’s a friend that she hasn’t seen for a long time. Interesting. … Got it; I know just what to do. This ought to be good.
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**Pomona’s POV**
I’m instantly taken aback by this response. I don’t understand; Daphne said he’s supposed to be our mate … so, why is he acting like such a butt-head? … And, I can tell that Daphne’s also evidently confused and distraught by his behavior; because, she quickly comes forward to take over … like only Daphne can.
Admittedly, the truth is, I really am docile and subservient by nature; almost to the point where others can easily take advantage of, or walk all over me. That is, of course, until Daphne happens to emerge, and takes over the situation. She tends to be flippantly sassy, while delivering sarcastic remarks … sometimes lashing out with vulgar language … and, may even resort to using aggressive, physical violence when provoked.
Daphne has me … without uttering a word … remove his hand from mine, and lightly shove him aside; then, pick up the salmon and begin to demonstratively scan my eyes all over it. After a brief moment of this, she has me look back over at him; and, using me now as her mouthpiece, flippantly quips…
“Funny … I don’t see anyone’s name on this.” I hand it over to the merchant on the other side of the counter; and, tell him, “I’ll take this. Please wrap it up for me.”
I glance back over my shoulder; and, see him reproachfully glaring at me with seething eyes. He quickly pulls out what appears to be a genuine-leather wallet from his back pocket; and, hastily takes out a wad of cash…
“Sir; I’ll pay you triple the market price for it.”
Daphne has me shoot him over an impish, little grin; and, saucily inform him, “Hey, Mr. Moneybags; that’s not how things work around here. Here … it’s first come; first served.”
The seething glare from those beguiling, steel-gray eyes dissipates, as his ruggedly chiseled, gorgeously handsome face begins to soften; and, he purses one corner of his lips up into a small, slightly crooked smile.
“‘Mr. Moneybags’; huh?” He slowly waves the wad of cash in front of my eyes … as if he were trying to impress me with it … and, haughtily proclaims, “That’s right; I’ve got enough money right here in my hand to buy at least fifty Sockeye salmons.”
OMG … this guy is too much. As hot-looking as he is … regardless of how wet he’s making me, now … mate, or not; he’s really getting on my nerves. Not to mention Daphne’s, as well; and, she continues using me as her mouthpiece…
“You don’t say? Well, in that case … seeing how there’s only one here … I’ll buy this one. And; you can go somewhere else to buy your fifty. … Sounds like a plan to me. How’s that sound to you?”
**Pomona’s POV**
Maybe it’s because she knows she’ll never be able to surface as her true wolf-form, and run about freely; having the warmth of the sun bask down upon her, as a breezy wind flows gently through her fur … but instead, forced to spend all her days in solitary confinement. Perhaps it’s that resentment that makes Daphne so saucily flippant and defiant when agitated.
Whatever the reason for it … I have to say that I really do love her feistiness; and, I admire her unyielding spirit. I could never bring myself to do even a fraction of things that Daphne has me do when she takes control of my body; probably because I lack the nerve, and have barely any self-confidence whatsoever. … I guess you could say that, generally, I’m about as spineless as a jellyfish.
It’s true; if it wasn’t for Daphne’s assistance in times like this, I’d be nothing more than a walking doormat. But, still … because it pains me to think about how Daphne’s suffering on my account … I would gladly give up her protection, and let people push me around, if it meant letting her be released from her shackle … ‘aka’ me.
Who knows … maybe someday I’ll be able to shape-shift into my wolf-form; and, Daphne will be set free. … But, until that happens; I suppose we’ll have to just keep going on, as is.
His slightly crooked smile gradually transforms into a mischievous grin…
“Very well, if that’s how you want it; so be it.” He slowly leans in, and takes in an elongated sniff; then tells me, “And, while I’m doing that; you should go home and shower.”
Seriously; what’s this guy’s problem?
“Excuse me? Are you purposely trying to offend me … or, are you just naturally rude and ignorant?”
With an arrogantly condescending smirk etched upon his countenance…
“Neither. I’m merely just stating a fact.” He leans in, and whispers in my ear, “I can smell the stench of your dripping pussy; even over the pungent smell of all this stinking fish surrounding us.”
Totally offended; I snap back, “Who the hell do you think you are?!”
Still condescendingly smirking. “According to my inner-wolf, Gilead; I’m your mate.”
Hearing him finally saying aloud that he was our mate briefly catches us off guard. Daphne once again begins to excitedly howl; while, I become flushed … and, my nipples swell and harden, as my crotch moistens and throbs.
But, this all soon comes to an abrupt halt; as he snidely belittles me…
“Though, frankly speaking; I can assure you that he’s totally off base with this assumption. There’s no way in hell someone as unattractively plain … lacking any type of desirous, sex appeal … could possibly be my mate. It’s totally inconceivable, and utterly ridiculous.”
What the hell!! Daphne balls my hands up into tightly clenched fists, and furiously grinds my teeth together; as I attempt to prevent her from pounding the shit out of this douche bag … while, at the same time, I bite down on my tongue, in order to keep her from screaming out a barrage of highly offensive obscenities.
Meanwhile; the douche bag jerk tauntingly continues…