Page 46 of Seducing Sasquatch

I turn, crouching to reach his level. “No baby. Not in the way you do, and definitely not in my Sasquatch form.”

Blake’s mouth forms an ‘o’, tilting his head curiously. “I’m really the first?”

I nod, taking his hand in mine and leading him towards the snowmobile. “You’re the first and the last, baby. And you can touch me in any way and I’d happily take it.”

“Even if I spanked you?” My mate gives me a cunning smirk, showing off his bratty side. I love it. I want to see it every day. Something has changed in him and it’s something good.

“I don’t think spanking works very well when I have a furry ass, but you can try.” I chuckle, pulling out a seat for Blake from beside the workbench.

“Then when you’re in your human form,” he exclaims, picking up a screwdriver and fiddling with it.

I sit next to him on the ground, my hands already reaching for the engine. It’s so close to being fixed, I have no doubt it’ll be working again by tonight.

“You’ll have to wait until the end of winter for that, baby.”

“You can’t shift back to human form until then?” Blake passes me a tool that I silently point at.

Unscrewing a few caps and bolts, I set them beside me so they don’t get lost. “No, baby. Every winter I come up here and shift. It’s the only time I can, and my beast prefers to stretch his legs for a while.”

“Oh.” Blake sighs. But as I turn over my shoulder to watch him, he doesn’t look bothered one bit. More entertained than anything else.

I grin to myself and get to work on the snowmobile. Time slips by as Blake and I check all the parts of the engine, checking they’re clean and secure. Our fingers touch as we hand each other tools and my mate carefully follows my instructions. With every minute that ticks by, his confidence grows until he’s avidly asking what the parts are called, what they do and where they go.

It brings a smile to my face at just how fast he’s picking it all up. Law school, my ass. This boy has the perfect mind to be hands-on.

“So, the ignition coil connects to the spark plug?” He looks at me from his crouched position, his chair long forgotten.

I nod. “That’s right, baby.”

I visibly watch the shiver run over his skin at the pet name. His cheeks bloom pink making his hazel eyes seem greener than normal.

“But I need you to unplug the connector chip from the coil. My hands are too big.” I grin, watching the way he jumps at the opportunity.

“That black thing?”

I nod. My heart pumps in my chest as warmth wraps around my soul. Blake has come so far in such little time. From a timid boy who hid behind white lies to one who’s eager to learn new things. I can’t wait to see who he becomes a year from now. My eyes lift from the engine to the shed.

I can already see him and I working together on projects here. From fixing machines when they break down to wood working and painting.

Crunch.

My gaze drops back to where Blake pulls his hand from the engine. His fingers are coated in grease yet in the palm of his hand sits the crumbled connector chip. Black plastic fragments stare back at me.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break it.” Blake’s voice rises, his eyes widening and his bottom lip trembling. “I pulled it but it didn’t move so I tried harder a-and it… I’m sorry.”

Tears stream down his cheeks in the blink of an eye. His stuttered breaths churn at his voice until he’s sucking in gulps of air.

“Hey, it’s okay.” I reach for his open hand to remove the sharp fragments of plastic but my mate flinches. He flinches harder than he did when he first saw me. He flinches like I’d raised my hand at him.

His cry grates like claws down my chest. His panicked gasps have every hair on my body standing on end, my growl reverberating through me.

“I didn’t mean to b-break it. I’ll fix it!” Blake’s hands shake so much the pieces of plastic slip from his grasp as he hides behind his palms. His shoulders shake as he hyperventilates.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling his body against mine. “Breathe, baby. It’s okay.”

“B-But it’s not!” he wails into my neck, the wetness of his tears soaking through my fur. “I didn’t mean to break it!”

Petting his head and rubbing his back I try to hush him, I try to breathe deep so he can follow, but he only panics more. His hands grip my fur so tightly I wince but I don’t let go.