NaNoWriMo Story Snippets

26. Excerpt from ENSNARED: POV

Author's note: I'm still working on VIOLENT DELIGHTS, but I needed a bit of a change of pace, so I'm trying an ENSNARED: POV scene from Sasha's perspective. This would be chapter 1 from Sasha's POV. Unedited, etc.

Choose. Sasha's heard it before, the common jab aimed at bisexuals. It was bad enough when she started having sex with Seth while she was engaged, even though both men were aware of each other and comfortable with the arrangement. When Becky arrived in NXT, though, Sasha couldn't resist. Another female werewolf? That was impossible to resist, and Sasha's glad she didn't even try.

It still feels like a choice, though. Sometimes she splits her nights between Becky and Seth, sometimes not, and they never make her feel guilty for whichever bed she's in. Now she just wishes they would smarten up and choose each other too so she can feel less like a pinball and their little werewolf pack can finally feel whole.

Right then, however, she just wants Becky to be in the moment. The two are stretched on their bed—they gave up getting separate rooms a while ago—and while Becky's body is full engaged, Sasha can tell her mind is elsewhere, so she goes still. "Becks? Still with me?" Her hands curve around Becky's hips with the ease of familiarity, her fingers fitting around them and digging in just enough to make Becky squirm. Not long after they had started fucking, before they had found a balance of how to touch each other and when, their matches against each other had been so fraught that they were often kissing before the backstage curtain had closed behind them, blocking off the fans and the cameras.

Becky sighs and nods, though both are weak. Her orgasm is close, Sasha knows, the last bits of stress from Becky's week unravelling beneath her fingers and tongue.

"You sure?" Sasha slides her fingers deep inside her, making Becky moan. "Because I can stop—" Her voice is a teasing sing-song cut short when Becky reaches down and grabs Sasha's hair, though she's careful not to be too rough.

"Don't you dare." Becky's legs go slack for a moment before tightening around Sasha again.

Choose. That damn word is making the rounds in Sasha's head still, circling like a crumb that just won't go down the drain. Maybe it's the upcoming full moon starting to tug at her wolf. Maybe it's that even as she's inside Becky, she's thinking of having Seth inside her, thinking of all the wondrous ways their bodies can connect. "Seth doesn't know what he's missing," she murmurs, moving back just enough to catch her breath. Then she licks her lips before starting anew, making Becky's hips buck so hard she has to use both hands to gently press them down.

This is another choice: purposefully mentioning Seth during sex, right when Becky's about to come. Sasha hopes Becky's brain will weave some connection between the two—between Seth and pleasure—but it doesn't seem to be working. Getting werewolves to fuck shouldn't be this difficult. Sex within a pack is common, at least between unrelated wolves, and almost seen as just another form of affection. Couples could form and still have sex with others, yet if you asked them if they were polyamorous, they would likely say no, because they saw the two acts as very different things. She had been hesitant to broach the subject with her fiance, but to her surprise he saw it much the same way, knowing there were parts of her life he would never be able to join since he was human. When she worried that he might not approve of Seth or Becky, he said he felt better that they were friends and not random strangers. Now Sasha's not so sure. A tangle of bodies is easier to deal with than a tangle of feelings, and she's gotten herself ensnared in both.