"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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But first, a lady needs a shower.
So, before Kye could utter another shallow promise of not going to hurt me, I fled into the bathroom and shaved myself within record time, almost cutting myself open a few times. My fingers were trembling with nerves, knowing I wasn't going to be able to escape once I set foot in that bedroom again.
I studied my vagina, after I removed all hairs with utmost expertise, and sighed. My fingers hovered over the entrance. He'd stretched me open, that time he went down on me. Would that be enough?
I sucked in my lower lip and found my stare in the mirror, sweeping a judging glance over my body. Adequate figure. Cheeks way too pink. Ugly feet, but that didn't matter much.
Drawing in a long breath, I nodded to myself.
Alright Ashley, kick his ass. Leave him swept off his feet and begging for more. He's nothing for you, just a horny boy. You've slain many of those. In your dreams, but that doesn't matter.
"Hey, Ash," Kye called from the bedroom, as I heard him open the door to outside. I stared at the wall, wondering what he was doing, until I heard the appreciative groaning of Hades.
"Yeah?"
"You're taking, like, forever. Hey, Elle," he muttered, and her low voice responded with a question I couldn't hear. "No, no. But please keep Hades with you. But seriously, tell Dave to shut up with the howling, or I'll rip his throat out. It's getting on my nerves."
I quickly gathered my stuff, slipped into a proper nightdress to not give Elle any ideas of what we were about to do, and joined them at the door. Kye snapped his head at me, ripping it off Elle's half-naked body as she leaned against the doorpost in nothing more than an oversized denim jacket. His dark gaze gave me flutters.
"Howling?" I echoed, nervously threading my fingers through my wet curls.
"Oh, he got rejected," Elle explained with a huff, "The idiot cheated too many times."
"He'd better not die on me, though." Kye fiddled with his shirt, leaving nothing visible from his horny mood. I admired him for his chill. He always said I was the emotionless one, but I couldn't for the life of me try to cool my head or calm my heartbeat.
"Die?"
"If a wolf's weak, they die when rejected. Another stupid shifter-thing."
