Alcide Herveaux is one damn sexy beast. I just wanna squeeze him. Sadly, there aren't many Alcide fics out there that satisfy my cravings, so I am writing one of my own to sate my hunger. It clearly takes place after he has been introduced into the series but other than that there is no real time line, and you might want to put the tequila and salt on standby, just sayin!

xxx

'Now that is one fine view.'

Lucinda spun around and did a quick check in the mirror behind the bar. Sookie sidled up beside her.

'His name's Alcide Herveaux. He's a friend of mine.'

'You know him?'

'Yeah, and he's real nice.'

Tall, buff and handsome headed towards a booth and flashed a dimpled smile that blinded her. Lucinda exhaled. Talk about a libido tease.

Lucinda licked her lips as she strolled her eyes over to the faded blue jeans that covered a touch-me-if-you-dare ass. Catching her gaze on the waist of his jeans, she admired the dash of skin that revealed sexy, cut muscles. That hard, angled ridge that swept from hip to groin. Under the check cotton shirt those abs were rock-hard, too. But there was something different about the guy.

Not like most, her conscience whispered. Ignoring the strange sensation of intuition, she smiled back.

'Oh, and look at that. He's sitting in your section,' Sookie said smiling, handing Lucinda a menu.

Lucinda blew a breath through the circle of her lips and walked over to the booth. She dragged her eyes lower to centre stage as he sat down, to the object of most importance. Nice.

'Wow!' His outburst redirected her attention. 'I don't think I've ever been so thoroughly checked out like you just did. You want me to get up and turn around?' He gestured with his fingers behind his hips.

'Nah. I checked your ass before you sat down.' She didn't hide a playful grin. 'What can I get you?'

He said nothing for a few seconds then answered with, 'Gingerbread.'

Lucinda's brow furrowed and she smiled. 'We don't sell gingerbread.'

'No. I smell gingerbread on you. Makes my mouth water.'

Huh. Must be the spicy shower gel she'd used this morning.

'Okay, then. A glass of water coming right up.' Lucinda spun on her heels and walked away.

The thermometer had hit ninety before ten this morning. Humidity measured on a tropical scale necessitated short shorts, and she knew Alcide was watching as she walked away. He could look all he wanted.

Lucinda returned with a tall glass of ice cold water, condensation dripping into a pool as she set it down on the table. 'There you go.'

'Drier than a wasteland out there,' Alcide commented before lifting the glass to his mouth.

'It's going to rain soon. A lot.'

'You think?'

'I know. Can feel it in my bones. It's a beautiful night, though, with the full moon and all. So, you live around here?'

'Nope, headed home to Jackson,' he offered. I'm passing through from Shreveport. I was helping a, ah, friend.'

'Mighty responsible of you.'

He shrugged. 'So, what's your name?'

'Lucinda.'

'Really? Just Lucinda?' Those sexy white teeth could render a woman undone. 'Does that come with a cherry on top?'

'Mister, if I had a nickel every time a guy used that line on me…'

Well, she'd have a nickel. Guys don't make passes at girls who were more trouble than a tornado on a chicken farm. There were reasons she hadn't sex for close to a year. Scary reasons. But a nickel would get this one a lot more than a glass of water, if he played his cards right.

The bar was all but empty when Lucinda had ventured down the back hall towards the ladies' room when she had run into Alcide coming out of the men's room.

She smiled at him as they passed before he grabbed her arm and tossed her up against the wall, pressing his body into hers, effectively pinning her. His kiss was hard, fast and full of anger and frustration. Lucinda felt the heat, intense and searing, racing down her body and she hadn't protested; in fact, she had buried her hands in his silky dark hair and returned his kiss.

A crack of thunder reverberated outside. Sudden, relentless rain beat down on the roof above them.

The kiss had lasted only a few minutes. Afterward, Alcide pulled away and tilted his head upwards. 'It's coming down cats and dogs out there.' Alcide cussed. 'Left my windows down.' He raced out of the bar leaving Lucinda alone in the hallway.

Cats and dogs coming? Lucinda knew for a fact that cats came hard. But that was another subject entirely. And one she would do best to put from her brain. Mustn't get her hopes up.

Okay, so her hopes were already so high they'd burst through the stratosphere. Sexy stranger in an almost empty bar? The fantasy possibilities were endless.

Lucinda was closing up alone when Alcide returned. Still cussing about the rain, he shook himself off. Methodically. Working from head down to hips he shimmied efficiently and expertly. Lucinda had never seen a person shed rain in such a manner.

He glanced at her, and his eyes caught the overhead lights, and reflected-

'Oh, hell, no.'

It wasn't something she would have picked up about the man on sight. But she'd seen the shake, the mirrored eyes.

Lucinda marched across the wooden floor and lashed out. A threatening hiss accompanied her defence – claws across his square jaw.

Alcide growled like a dog and snapped his jaws as Lucinda swung through the move. Blood pooled in three thin lines.

'What the-?' He touched his bleeding jaw.

Then his eyes changed. The gold orbs grew darker and the pupils widened. An animal snarl preceded his lunge for Lucinda. Pushing her against the wall and pinning her wrists by her head, he then shoved his entire body against the length of hers to contain her struggles.

She hissed again, not caring that it sounded animalistic. Instincts reacted before common sense, always. 'You're a damn werewolf!'

'Ah.' He tilted his head and those dimples deepened. 'How'd you guess that one?'

'Normal men don't shake themselves off like that. You're eyes are wild. And you're beard is growing faster than mould on cheese. Let me go!'

'Oh, no.' He pressed closer. 'You always greet your customers with a kitty-cat scratch like that? Oh, wait one moonlight minute. You know about me because-'

He eyed her curiously, sniffing at the air before her. 'You're a familiar.' He released her and jerked away. Brushing both palms over his scalp, he splayed his hands in frustration. 'So I had the cat thing right?'

Lucinda rubbed her wrists. She bruised easily. Sweet, though, that she'd drawn blood. That would show him she wasn't afraid of much.

Stalking before him, flexing her fingers into fists, she lowered her head and looked up through her eyelashes. 'I think you need to leave.'

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If you're wondering what exactly a familiar is, wiki it. That's what I did.