an Everlasting Pursuit

eighty one*

the beast still wants to play.... ** heavy sexual content **

Asra grinned, and I found my chest constricting at the sight. He tugged on my hand before leading me from the bed. I was blushing, still sticky from our first time together, as he took me into the bathroom. My eyes stayed locked on his wrist, the fancy watch glinting in the low light telling me the time. Asra was quick to turn the shower on before turning back to me and grabbing me by the hips.

"Do you really? Do you know what that means?" He wondered.

I rolled my eyes, trying hard to hide the blush. I had blurted out my admiration almost automatically, and now he was teasing me for it.

"So, what?"

He chuckled, leaning forward until his lips brushed my ear. "I win."

I scowled, recoiling from him and crossing my arms. "You did not."

"I have won, fair and square." He smirked. "You fell for me."

"Ah-ah, you said before the next full moon."

"Which is today, yes."

"Today has finished. Feel free to check the time, Asra." I smirked.

He narrowed his eyes, raising his wrist to his face. "And?"

"It is one in the morning, correct?"

"One-oh-five," He muttered.

I rolled my eyes, the one in turn to grin. "Which means the day of the full moon is over. It is officially the next day of the cycle. Midnight means the next day!"

He groaned at my triumphant grin, even more so when I fist-bumped his shoulder. I laughed at his half-assed attempt to hide his amusement, moving closer to him.

"Now, give me a hug." I beamed.

Knowing I was sticky with his own pleasure, I was sure he would turn it down. But alas, this is Asra, and he is full of surprises. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and in a flash, shoved me into the shower. I shrieked at the cool water, rampantly turning the dials to a warmer temperature.

"I do not mind the scent of our mating, but I would assume you would like to be relatively clean to sleep tonight." Asra's voice whispered in my ear.

I grunted but relaxed into his hold when his hands came to wrap around my mid-section. He grumbled in my ear as I pressed myself into him, his lips caressing the mark on my neck.

"When I finally get to fuck you, I am going to mark you again." He murmured.

A shiver rolled down my spine at the intended pleasure, curious to find out what another round would mean. This time, he said fuck, not mate. Was this what everyone spoke of? Would the beast come out to play?

I hummed, hesitating my response. "I look forward to that."

He groaned, sucking the droplets of water from my shoulder. "Good."

"Asra..." I began, receiving a hum as he washed my body. "You didn't... finish... inside... Is that why the bond feels... weird?"

He sighed, his head coming to rest on mine. "It will be the reason yes. It's like... trying to light a fire but never using the spark. It never gets to engulf."

"But... why? Surely just the act would..."

He shook his head, my hair sticking to his skin. "Wolves are primal. Scent is everything, bonds are everything. It's just how it is."

A small oh left my lips, and he continued to clean my body. His hand graced the soaped cloth gently through my legs before spinning me around to face him. I was deep in thought, wondering why he didn't just complete the bond like he wanted to. He had every right to take what he wanted when he was already inside of me...