"Ash," he breathed, "We're getting dangerous here."
"No head?"
Something red flashed through his eyes, as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. "You're going to give me head, whether you like it or not. I meant that we can't turn back after...
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"There's seriously something wrong with you," I hissed. "You should see a shrink."
I lost all certainty in my tone as his thumb rubbed over my throat, even though I used both hands to keep his as far away as possible. It just didn't do a thing to him.
"Why don't we go together?" he offered. "We're both messed up, hm?"
"I don't even come close to your level."
"Who comes into these woods when you know wolves are roaming around? Don't tell me all those murders went over your head. Your dads certainly didn't, I hope."
His breath fanned my neck, and this time I couldn't help but shiver. Somehow, I wanted him to hold me tighter, even though I could rip off his face for his words. There was this strange feeling of comfort when he held me so close. Like he'd protect me from those potential wolves.
"What are you suggesting?" I asked, forcing my voice to be completely normal to mask what I was feeling.
"That you're either suicidal, an adrenaline-junkie, or just downright stupid."
"I don't know if you noticed, but it's day. Wolves only hunt at night."
"I'm here, aren't I?"
I turned my head up to him, surprised. "What?"
Now his pupils dilated. He held me carefully, I noticed. If anyone would see us like this, they'd think it romantic.
"I'm a wolf," he said, grinning, as he loomed his head closer to mine. I shrunk in his arms.
The fire tickled my insides and coiled down to my groin at his nearness. I hated it. I hated that he was so fucking warm. Was it normal for humans to have such a high body-temperature?
"I noticed," I responded sarcastically, still holding up my unperturbed exterior.
"Yeah?"
"Only it'd be an insult for them to compare. They'd never match your stupidity or arrogance."
His grip tightened and I gasped, as he squeezed the air out of my lungs. I yelped and hit his arms with my fists, but he didn't budge. Fuck. It had been a mistake to feel even remotely safe in his embrace. Why did I, anyway? For God's sake!
"Don't be scared, Ash," he hushed in my neck, as my fingers started to tremble around his arms.
"I'm not fucking scared," I quickly blurted out. "It's just that you're crushing me."
"I like crushing you, for some reason. You're so squishy and soft."
"You're insane!"
I wanted to insult him some more, but my voice got stuck in my throat when he suddenly slid two fingers in my mouth and forced them down my tongue. I squirmed and bit on his digits in an attempt to get them out, without success.
