broad shouldered beast ✯ werewolf luke

Dedicated to my bitch @saeweedbrain bc she gave me the idea of werewolf!luke then I got an idea for a smut so here ya go babe ps the only werewolf knowledge I have is from TMI, TID, and Twilight so I put my on lil spin on it ok enjoy !! XXX

A little prenote: go on 8tracks.com or the app if you have it and look up "baby, do what you please" by bilesbilinski. It should have a pic of Luke in a red flannel with iheartradio in the background. I was listening to it while writing it so I know it'll turn you on even more while reading. Also this is vvv long I apologize the spirit of the words just kinda took me while writing.
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There were no lights but there were plenty of sounds where it all began. Heated words were shared between the couple, but not in the heat they were used to. Rivers were streaming down the valleys of her cheeks. Nothing he could say or do would just stop the rivulet of them. She was defending herself, she was reassuring him, and she had paid the price.

Luke had definitely reached out to touch those soft cheeks he loved. They were red from the summer chill but also from the crying he caused. He wasn't sure where things went wrong between what he was thinking and what actually left his lips. There was some force causing him to talk like this and act his way. This assumption was proven right when his had uncurled from a soft, gentle stature into a hard, straight slap across her cheek.

The blow shocked her so much that her head turned as the slap hit those cheeks he countlessly kissed with only love on his mind and she fell to her side. Her legs betrayed her as she fell to the ground, hiding her darker red cheek from the monster that had put it there. Without another glance or sound to him, she rushed to her feet and cascaded down the empty road before the companions.

Her heart was pounding faster than the speed of sound as she ran as fast as she could down the deserted street, her floral sundress whipping around her legs as they pounded the concrete. Her shoes hitting the ground beneath them was one of the many sounds she heard. It was undoubtedly the only calming and secure echoing in her mind.

It was a very unwise decision, she realized as she heard him call for her yards away. His voice was raw, petrified, desirous, even enraged. Contrary to what a clever person would do, she did not stop. She focused on getting away from him and that was the only thing that kept pumping the adrenaline in her veins.

He's a werewolf, she remembered. He could catch up with me as fast as he wanted to.

Again, this did not keep her from running away from the boy. The terror she had would only increase as her speed decreased. Her fear clouded her judgment. If she got away from this creature, where would she go? He'd find her anywhere; another city, another state, another country, another continent, even the end of the earth. He would not stop, just like her escape from him.

The silhouette of a large wolf was illuminated in front of her. At the sight of it, she tripped over her feet - the one thing he adored about her, used against her - but even that would not calm her. She scrambled from him as she laid on her back with her arm protecting her face, though this just perplexed him until she finally spoke to his human form.

"Please," she begged Luke. It came out as a sort of cry with an edge of screech. The tone of the one word affected the blond boy more than she thought it could. "Don't hurt me," she implored with her face guarded. He could still see her eyebrows creased, a frown on her lips, and her face contorted with fear. The sight caused his heart to plummet even further into his chest than it did when he used his hands in a negative way on his love that he never had before.

"I won't," Luke told her, his voice almost betraying him as much as it had hers. "I promise that I won't hurt you."

"You said that before we left," she pointed out without removing the defense over her face. "If I believe you, you might hit me again."