"I don't mean to be rude, but Grammy can you please leave our bedroom... Just... Take Quinn's lead and wait in the living room while I get some pants on?" I can already feel how uncomfortable is with Grammy's presence here in our safe space, and I have to say I agree with his feelings of violation on this one, my best friend knowing well enough to have backpedaled until he was on the other side of the doorway in order to interact with us.
"B-But Chipmunk..." Grammy sounds just as offended as I expect her to, her shock over my small rant still not having worn off as she lingers beside the bed, her eyes locked on mine not understanding why I no longer feel the need to look away.
"Grammy, my butt will still be broken when I'm fully dressed and you aren't overstepping a clear boundary. Now, please... Go wait in the living room." I know that Grammy and the others aren't used to me actually using the power that comes with my still relatively new pack ranking amongst our wolves to relieve me of the submission that normally plagues me, my head bowing only to Daddy and no one else.
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Silas
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"...I...If you insist, Chipmunk...But know that I'll be listening in case you need help, okay Baby? You just holler and I'll come running... Alpha or not..." The last part is said under her breath, but with Agatha agreeing to leave somewhat peacefully I resist the urge to growl at her and watch as she continuously shoots accusatory glances at me over her shoulder before she's far enough out of the room for me to swing the door shut behind her and finally take a moment to breathe... Only to get a lungful of her scent and gag on it, my personal space having been tainted, the urge to flee from it and the house with my tail between my legs in shame overwhelming me so much that I don't hear my Peanut hop out of bed in order to throw open as many of the windows as he can to air our intimate space before scampering to my side and wrapping his arms around me to remind me that this isn't just a house...It's our home... And he's got me... And I've got him...
"It's okay, Daddy...It's all going to be okay. I'll get them to leave and then we can just go back to cuddling or if you want Doctor Paxton did say I should be fine to go on runs as long as I don't push myself too hard. We could go for a little jog or...I could jog and you could run... I could just follow... Whatever... You just let me take care of it this time." It's so strange being the one getting taken care of... This day somehow circling back to land on me and him spoiling me back instead of us nursing his backside while I gather up what I can of my shattered pride so he can make mosaics with it whenever my Princess finds himself in a crafting mood.
He shouldn't feel the need to take care of me when I'm the one responsible for hurting him... For making him bleed...And yet here he is, the emotions I find when I brush against his mind bubbling forth with affection and concern for my wellbeing instead of his aches and pains.
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Adrian
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"I love you, Adrian... So much... You know that, right?" Silas breathes the words into my hair as he slowly starts to return my hug, his heart still heavy with self-hate over accidentally hurting me, a rare window being opened up into his mind to show me how vulnerable he feels right now... And how hard Grammy's words had struck home because he had already been saying the same things to himself before she arrived... That he agrees with her placement of blame even though it's no one's fault.
"I love you too, Silas... I always will no matter what..." I don't need to read his mind to know how much he needs to hear the words right now, the only thing spurring us out of our tender moment the sound of movement starting in the other room, our planned sexual escapades of the day still set out in plain view for Grammy and Quinn both to see, an exploration into our sex life very much unwelcome now and in the future when it comes to Grammy... Quinn just not needing a visual aid to what would have eventually made its way to his ears anyway, the tea regularly spilled between the two of us almost every time Silas and I try something new that ends up being too good not to share, a growing list of different positions for him to try when he finds his own mate sitting on the side table next to his bed waiting for the next of our late-night conversations only had after Silas has passed out for the evening.
Silas currently has the same look of panic on his face that I do on mine though as the rustling gets louder and louder, the snap of what almost sounds like a trashbag being shaken open sending me right over to the dresser we share so I can pull out a pair of my pajama pants, the unicorn print ones some of my comfiest, no underwear being slipped on before I shuffle myself into them with Silas's hands keeping me steady, both of us charging out of the bedroom just as we hear a braked order for Quinn to find a pair of tongs.
I'm not saying it was a very good idea to rush after getting injured in such a delicate place... The sting of the movement enough to make my eyes watery... But I will say that it's a good thing that we made it in time before Quinn found the tongs because the look in Grammy's eyes tells me that she intended to get rid of all evidence of our perversion, her gaze focused on the only plug I had actually gotten the chance to try... The only one of them that's my favorite color and absolutely not something she's allowed to throw away... None of it is.
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Book Smart
Werewolf**18+** COMPLETED*** Adrian is delicate... Gentle... Too sweet for his own good. All he cares about is his books and the quiet hum of life that is his small-town wolf pack. What will he do when the Alpha of a neighboring pack scents him and is fully...
