11 for whoever your heart desires
A little Maldelia Halloween drabble set in my Southside Werewolves universe. Hope you like it, Soph!
11. “Oh, this isn’t a costume. This is my natural state of being.”
Malachai x OC | 442 words
Cordelia finished pinning back her hair, tugging the red hood into place so that a few face-framing locks still drifted out. “I cannot believe you talked me into this, Malachai.”
“Why not?” He grinned, walking up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. “Afraid the big, bad wolf’s going to eat you?” He nuzzled her neck, earning a ticklish laugh as his furry mask brushed against her neck.
“I bet you’d like to,” she laughed, wiggling out of his grip. “But not until after the party.”
He bit back a moan, the sound nearly a growl. “Fuck, babe, are you sure we have to go?”
“Yes, we do, Malachai,” she said, giving him a firm look. When she took in his costume, a classic, furry, big bad wolf they had picked up at the costume store, she couldn’t help but smile. “Even if you do look ridiculous in that costume.”
He winked. “Bet you can’t wait to get it off me, love.”
She rolled her eyes, grabbing her shoes and walking past him into the living room. Her long, red cape swept up in the movement, and she had to admit that she made a pretty good Little Red. “If anything, you’re going to need a shower after you take that thing off—it’s got to be hot as hell in there.”
He shrugged, following her into the living room and flopping on the couch while she laced up her boots. “Sounds like a great excuse for you to get in the shower with me.”
“Are you going to be horny all night?” she asked, giving him a skeptical look. “Because this is a family-friendly party, you know.”
“I promise I’ll behave, love,” he laughed, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek and bumping her with his plastic snout. “At least until we get home. Then you can see what a big—”
“Don’t you dare, Malachai Martinez,” she laughed, shoving him. “I think you’re getting a little too into this costume.”
His eyebrows rose. “Oh, this isn’t a costume. This is my natural state of being.”
Cordelia laughed and got up off the couch. “Malachai, you’re such a—” She cut off, her eyes widening as her mouth fell open. “Don’t you dare make any wolf jokes tonight, Malachai.”
Laughing, he got off the couch to pull her into a hug. “Babe, I’m not about to reveal my big furry secret to all of your coworkers at a Halloween party.”
She fixed him with a stern gaze. “You better not.”
Malachai bit back a laugh. “What, babe? Don’t want everyone to know that you’re a monster fucker?”
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