☽ Howl ☾ [ SOLBY AU ] ✔

☽ Our Firsts ☾

SUMMARY:
small drabbles interconnected by the very "firsts" (whatever they may be) of the Trap House Pack.Kinda was going with a montage thing like the tv show Sense8 does.

Present Day...

The first step always scared Aaron the most. He just wasn't that type of person. And he knew that Axelle's ability to take control was something he desperately needed. After the last few girlfriends he had, Aaron was tired of being dominant-- it really just wasn't him. Then this gorgeous and intelligent, blind, white wolf appeared in his life, giving him a breath of fresh air. With her own Sight, it was nice to know someone who understood what Aaron was going through on a day-by-day basis of constantly waiting for some vision to appear.

Since Aaron had his first vision of Sam and Colby becoming mates (which revealed he had the Sight) and then the intense vision he had of his pack dying at Lucian's hands, Aaron knew he would need Axelle in more than one way. She calmed him and let him breathe and he loved her just as much as she loved him. Axelle balanced him.

This first step scared Aaron more than Lucian's violence or the impossibility of the future.

A soft hand caressed the side of his face and Aaron peered up at the glassy grey eyes he so adored, "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

Aaron exhaled, feeling himself twitch in Axelle's palm, "Yeah... so ready," and he bent his head back in submission, "I want you so bad, Ax..."

The small blonde girl smiled, pressing a kiss to the scars on Aaron's stomach before falling to Aaron's hard cock and giving the swollen head a lick, "I'm all yours, baby."

And all Aaron felt was the sharp sting of Axelle's nails digging into his flesh and a hot mouth taking him deeply.

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Several Months Earlier (before the South Africa-Paris TFIL trip)...

"The necromancy is from my Viking heritage," Mike kicks a stone and it clangs against a piece of fallen metal, "But that's all I know about its origin," he glances up at his companion -- a beautiful witch that he was falling for fast, "I've been too focused on controlling myself than where it came from."

Luna nodded with a soft smile, staring up at the abandoned building Mike took them to. It was eerily silent, save for the occasional nocturnal animal that stirred, "That was how it was for me when I started developing my magic, but I was thankful I had my family to teach me. I couldn't imagine what you must be going through."

Mike continued to walk through the building, leading Luna somewhere, but the destination was unknown, "I know we both came from magic, but does your magic say anything about mine?"

Luna almost froze, her mouth going dry, "Just that we were taught never to trust a necromancer. Their magic was stolen magic and evil. Raising the dead was considered unnatural," she spoke truthfully to Mike, highly aware that this was heavy material.

"Come," Mike's voice was low and his finger curved into a 'come hither' expression.

And Luna watched as he came up to a ladder and began to climb.

"We're taught that they draw their power from the core of the Earth and that," Luna grunts as she begins to climb, "the easiest way to destroy a necromancer is by returning them to that core."

Mike is silent... too silent as she speaks and it leaves a uneasy feeling in Luna's stomach, so she stays quiet in an attempt to recover the butterflies she has had there since they first met at Colby's party a week ago.