OLD VERSION: Amendable (Book 3 in the Original SOCIETY Series) ✔

❦Thirteen❦

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Waking up to someone's lips pressing kisses down along your spine is one hell of a way to wake up. 

Personally, I thought I was dreaming until I pried open my eyes and saw Easton's flannel from the night before on the floor. My eyes opened a little wider and stared at the clothing material as I let myself feel the way Easton's mouth worked its way downward against my skin. 

I closed my eyes, sighing lightly that made the Were pause. He grinned against my back, mumbling that he was wondering how long he'd have to do that to get me to wake up. I frowned, raising my head a little to look over my shoulder. 

He then raised a brow to smirk, "I was going to wake you up some other way, but you might have gotten a heart attack."

Sneering at him, I told him to shut up, rolling onto my stomach to close my eyes. I was trying to fall back asleep but you know... Easton was here and what Easton wants...

I groaned from my interrupted sleep at Easton kiss the space between my shoulder blades. 

"C'mon, Red... Wake up." 

He kissed his way up to my ear, whispering how hungry he was since he hadn't eaten since yesterday. 

"Since last night, anyway..." 

I turned around, smacking Easton as hard as I could and he chuckled, raising an arm to block my hit. Glaring at him, I warned him to stop saying shit like that. That it was too fucking early for him to release his sexual tension he's built up since the moment I met him. 

Easton raised a brow, grinning as he leaned closer (while I leaned away with a frown) that if I wanted he could show me just how much tension he had at the moment. I sniffed, "No thanks!" and tried to make my way off the bed. 

Course, I would have been successful had it not been for the arm that wrapped around my torso and pulled me backwards. I was flattened against the mattress, Easton staring down at me as his golden hue took over that blue one. He shook his head as he reminded me about his self-control.

"The one you lack?" I shot back, and this made him only grin, nodding. 

Instead of letting me take another smart ass comment his way, Easton bent to lock our mouths together. I moaned from the embrace, my hands curling behind his shoulders to tug him closer. The blond growled, putting that desperation again into our kisses and I twisted myself a little to the side to face him better. 

Easton's fingers were trailing down my side, squeezing it a little as his leg was slowly sliding over so that he was partially on top of me. My own fingers were sliding into his hair, gripping it a little that made the Were groan before allowing his hips to graze mine. 

I pulled back a little, opening my eyes to stare at the way Easton's blue eyes were under their gold coating at the moment. He was breathing hard, watching me carefully, and I muttered, "What?" since he wasn't saying anything. 

He still didn't say anything as he dipped his head to get back to kissing me. Not that that I was complaining. Easton's lips took mine with such a strong desperation that I was, again, distracted from his wandering hand. It had already slipped down the front of my sweats and I gasped into his mouth but that seemed to please him. 

Easton turned his head, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of my jaw, down to my neck. 

"It's so difficult to keep my impulses in control, Red... So fuckin' difficult."