"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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If he said something after that, I wouldn't've known. My mind went completely numb, my toes curled, as several waves of hot and calm washed over me. I must've let out a scream, but even my vision went completely black for a few seconds.
My entire body pulsated as I let myself fall back on the sheets, enjoying the sweet aftermath, panting harshly.
"Let me see that pretty face, Ash," Kye ordered, plucking the pillow from my face to see the mess he made of me.
My face was completely on fire, as I quickly brought my fingers to my cheeks and wiped away the tears, and stray strands of hair.
"You okay?" he asked, grinning like he just won the Super Bowl, "You look a little lost."
"Thank you," was all I could bring out through the hyperventilating. My full lower half was still throbbing with the sensation. He was amazing.
"It's okay. I don't mind- you taste pretty good."
"You did, too," I decide to respond, breathing heavily.
"Bet." His gaze traveled over my squirming body, that was still trying to relieve itself of the immense pleasure that was captivating me.
I quickly got up and caught the blanket to drag it over me, as he lay down with me, picking my shaking body up and wrapping me in his big arms.
He hushed softly, as I bit down in his arm to release some frustration.
Because suddenly, it was all coming back to me, like lightning striking my weary head and putting it on caffeine.
Two tireless years of him calling my mother a whore and my dad a poor raiser. That time when he held my head in the full sink until I passed out from the lack of oxygen. That time when he pressed me against his car, hand on my throat, and was actually on his way to kill me.
That I called him daddy just now, not even thinking once of my own.
I glanced up and met his eyes. They were full of darkness, being completely black.
Something had taken over me, was fighting for control over my body when I was near him. And he too, was losing himself near me. I could sense it, that he got frustrated after being nice to me.
Something was off.
Because he was a wolf, sure, but why was I being exactly like him?
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"Damn, you're actually really quick," Elle panted, after I've beaten her for the fifth time now. Yet, she refused to give up.
"Pf, try harder," Mariah scoffed, tapping with her fingers on her upper arm, "Letting a human be faster? I expected more from you, Elle."
"Then you try!" Desperation was seeping into the brown girl's voice. "You're the fastest of the pack!"
