"What do you think you're doing, Grammy?" The look of determination on my Grandmother's face almost makes it hard for me to look her in the face... But here...In my home... In my territory... It really isn't the place for her to try and bully me, my wolf not normally pushy with his title of Silas's Luna... As a timberwolf's Luna...
No... She doesn't outrank me here and no matter how much she and her own beast dislike it, there will be no craning of my head or offering of submission in the confrontation about to happen... Something I so desperately wish I could share with Quinn so she wouldn't be able to manipulate him anymore with the promises of affection we all know she never really keeps.
"This is the one that hurt you, isn't it? I'm getting rid of this one and then Quinn is going to help me clean up the rest of it." Grammy says the words like its the most logical course of action, her eyes not seeing Quinn behind her in the background mouthing to me that it wasn't his idea, the tongs he had found in the draw next to the stove shoved behind his back when she follows my gaze for a moment, my bestie flashing his best innocent smile before Grammy refocused.
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Silas
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"Why would I want to get rid of it? I love that one." I'm not sure Agatha can handle her face getting any more flushed than it already is, the old woman looking as though she wants to surrender to the vein starting to throb in her forehead.
"Adrian... You don't want to keep something that's going to remind you of the trauma-"
"I. Am Not. Traumatized. It's a sex injury. People get them all the time, and if you must know I would like to keep that one very much. It vibrates and it's pink. And I do not need you two cleaning up after us when its something this personal." Adrian is kind as he tears Agatha into teeny tiny pieces, the omega that I had never really had much to do with until my Honey Bun came around trying not to laugh in the kitchen over the way my Sweetheart is sugar-coating his voice to try and hide his frustration... No... Instead of yelling at her, he sashays his way into the room as best he can with his ass still so sore, his hands not hesitating to snatch the plug up off of the sofa cushion, the tiniest hint of dried blood to be found if you really really look at it, something Agatha refuses to do, her eyes averting themselves as he holds it up between them and turns it on, the switch jumping to its highest setting and startling the old broad, "See! And I don't know if the other ones do that yet, so all of them are going to get put into my nightstand, by me and Silas, Grammy."
"Adrian!"
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Adrian
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Just as Grammy gives an award-winning gasp of disbelief I see Quinn's eyes go wide, the pair of panties that had been hanging on the back of my chair in the kitchen to dry being waved at me to get my attention so I see that he had my back, the underwear being shoved into his back pocket with a thumbs up that relieves a problem I didn't remember I actually had... And for once I'm almost glad Grammy is in the habit of sending us to fetch things for her instead of getting them herself, the ruffly panties likely to tip the scales towards the heart attack she's currently pretending to have as she clutches her chest and backs away as I switch the toy back off.
"If you want to help, you can start by apologizing for Silas. What you said wasn't fair to him. He didn't hurt me on purpose... We were having fun and it really was an accident." Saying sorry really isn't Gram Gram's strong suit, but her reprogramming towards the matter starts today, "You cannot push your way in here- especially into our bedroom- and talk that way to him. Ever. And if you think you can you should know that if it does happen again- that's it. You won't be welcome here anymore, grandbabies or not. Silas is my... Grammy, he's my mate, my life partner. Our relationship and what happens in it both in and out of the bedroom is between the two of us, and unless he abuses me it's going to stay that way. "
Immediately the hand that's fanning her face still holding the trashbag slowly stops, the look she gives me full of pain as she struggles with the inner monologue I no longer have to bear witness to, our familial connection weakened now that we are no longer part of the same pack, her mind unable to wrap around mine like it used to try and get me to behave the way she wanted or needed me to when I was still living under the same roof, "I-I... He hurt you..."
"Not on purpose... And honestly, it's partially my fault for not paying attention to my own body. Now apologize or I will start showing you what the rest of the plugs do until you'll never be able to look at me the same way again... And I'm pretty sure some of them do more than vibrate." Somehow those are the magic words, Grammy jumping back as if I'm throwing water balloons at her, her shivers over the thought of having to learn more about my sex life funnier than anything except maybe Quinn's enthusiasm as he makes his way back into the room noted as I catch him crossing his fingers and mouthing the word 'please'.
It takes a lot of effort not to laugh at my best friend's antics as he silently does his best to relieve the tension that's built up in the room, my nerves jumpy as I work on keeping my voice steady and firm, the warm support of Daddy's mind as it nuzzles against mine in quiet thanks appreciated as Grammy finally mumbles her apologies to my Daddy and his wounded pride, his hand finding itself holding mine and giving me a squeeze as he continues to let me take care of him for a change.
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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...
