Post by Ashton Pines on May 21, 2022 17:42:37 GMT
That dirty, deep, dark part of his heart that he held in reserve just for Erin Little shuddered with the sound of her voice. It grew, claiming a larger stake of the organ. She knew. She trusted his word. That did something to him he would never be able to put into words. Their relationship was built on trust. More than his relationship with Jade. They trusted each other to keep their mouths fucking shut and hold onto their secrets with a death grip. Still, hearing her say that–knowing that she knew he didn’t want to hurt her, even with how awful he was towards her–had his heart swelling. Maybe it was the moon. Maybe it wasn’t but he’d blame the moon anyways.
He watched her eyes, trying to make sense of her internal battle. He felt the same. A hunter. A fucking hunter. He’d brought two into his pack. He was a shitty fucking alpha and put them in danger. But part of him couldn’t believe that. He couldn’t look at Erin now and find in her that she wanted to hurt him. Confliction, yes. That was clear in her pools of sapphire and diamond and ocean waves. But not malice. She was confused and hurt, but they’d overcome it. Plenty of hunters worked with werewolves like him–like his pack. The Pines have been forever passive and peaceful. No rogues, no murders. His family had taken precautions long ago to keep their pack safe. There was no blood on their hands. There wouldn’t be. He hoped he’d be able to convey that to her someday, to gain the trust back that had dwindled in the wake of their truths coming to light tonight. But that would have to wait for later.
It was as if willed it into existence, the need to kiss her so damn strong that she felt the want and surged forward. She crashed into him, lips soft and wet and desperate as his eyes fell shut. His mouth moved in sync with hers, a forbidden tango they were all too familiar with. His fingers slid from her cheek into her hair, curling around the matted mess it had become from their tumble in the dirt and leaves and sticks. He used the leverage to pull her closer, tilting her head back just enough for him to take control and pry her lips apart with his tongue. It was slower than normal. Often, they were forced to rush and hurry and panic to intertwine their souls. But now, with no threat of being caught, his movements were languid and sensual. It should have been off-putting or shocking or a case of whiplash given how they’d just been, but it wasn’t. Ashton had been on the verge of hurting her in a horrific way. He could have killed her. It should have been unsettling to have her seek out his lips after he’d pierced her skin, but it wasn’t.
Because this was them.
Greedy and needy and lustful.
Desperate.
Ashton’s fingers massaged her scalp as he took his time committing the taste of her mouth to memory. His palm splayed across her hip, pulling her against his chest. It wasn’t like this with Jade. It was always so soft and innocent and childish. Erin was feral. Erin was wild and primal and fucking fun. A soft groan spilled from his lips onto hers. He was losing control but was anchored to his humanity by her. “Fuck,” he hummed into her mouth, dropping his hands to grab just under her ass to hoist her up. Her legs locked around his waist, and he stumbled a few steps forward until her back pressed against the tree she’d been crouched under. His fingers flexed as his lips traveled to her throat. He was all tongue and lips and teeth–nipping at her pulse point before sucking a dark mark at the base of her neck. “Baby girl,” he moaned, making his way back to her mouth, “The things you do to me, Erin. Jesus.” He kissed her again, more urgent this time. As if he was scared.
He’d never say it, but maybe he was.
If he hesitated now, would she push him away for good? Would she fear his teeth when he left love bites on her skin? Would she see him as more of a monster than before? He didn’t want to give her the chance to back out. He needed her. He couldn’t do this without her. Without either of them.
There was never an ‘or’ for him. It was never an option. Ashton was an ‘and’ man. It would never be Erin or Jade. It was always and.
Erin and Jade.
He refused to accept a fate where he had to pick.
Ashton pulled back for a breath, panting as he moved to leave a trail of kisses down the other side of her neck. His body was overheated, hands tight where they held her. His ministrations slowed once more, the panic in his chest settling the longer she let him have his way with her. She wouldn’t push him back. Wolf or not, she kissed him first. She always kissed him first. At that party. That day on his bed. Now. They both were monsters. There wasn’t a world where they deserved anyone but each other.
He watched her eyes, trying to make sense of her internal battle. He felt the same. A hunter. A fucking hunter. He’d brought two into his pack. He was a shitty fucking alpha and put them in danger. But part of him couldn’t believe that. He couldn’t look at Erin now and find in her that she wanted to hurt him. Confliction, yes. That was clear in her pools of sapphire and diamond and ocean waves. But not malice. She was confused and hurt, but they’d overcome it. Plenty of hunters worked with werewolves like him–like his pack. The Pines have been forever passive and peaceful. No rogues, no murders. His family had taken precautions long ago to keep their pack safe. There was no blood on their hands. There wouldn’t be. He hoped he’d be able to convey that to her someday, to gain the trust back that had dwindled in the wake of their truths coming to light tonight. But that would have to wait for later.
It was as if willed it into existence, the need to kiss her so damn strong that she felt the want and surged forward. She crashed into him, lips soft and wet and desperate as his eyes fell shut. His mouth moved in sync with hers, a forbidden tango they were all too familiar with. His fingers slid from her cheek into her hair, curling around the matted mess it had become from their tumble in the dirt and leaves and sticks. He used the leverage to pull her closer, tilting her head back just enough for him to take control and pry her lips apart with his tongue. It was slower than normal. Often, they were forced to rush and hurry and panic to intertwine their souls. But now, with no threat of being caught, his movements were languid and sensual. It should have been off-putting or shocking or a case of whiplash given how they’d just been, but it wasn’t. Ashton had been on the verge of hurting her in a horrific way. He could have killed her. It should have been unsettling to have her seek out his lips after he’d pierced her skin, but it wasn’t.
Because this was them.
Greedy and needy and lustful.
Desperate.
Ashton’s fingers massaged her scalp as he took his time committing the taste of her mouth to memory. His palm splayed across her hip, pulling her against his chest. It wasn’t like this with Jade. It was always so soft and innocent and childish. Erin was feral. Erin was wild and primal and fucking fun. A soft groan spilled from his lips onto hers. He was losing control but was anchored to his humanity by her. “Fuck,” he hummed into her mouth, dropping his hands to grab just under her ass to hoist her up. Her legs locked around his waist, and he stumbled a few steps forward until her back pressed against the tree she’d been crouched under. His fingers flexed as his lips traveled to her throat. He was all tongue and lips and teeth–nipping at her pulse point before sucking a dark mark at the base of her neck. “Baby girl,” he moaned, making his way back to her mouth, “The things you do to me, Erin. Jesus.” He kissed her again, more urgent this time. As if he was scared.
He’d never say it, but maybe he was.
If he hesitated now, would she push him away for good? Would she fear his teeth when he left love bites on her skin? Would she see him as more of a monster than before? He didn’t want to give her the chance to back out. He needed her. He couldn’t do this without her. Without either of them.
There was never an ‘or’ for him. It was never an option. Ashton was an ‘and’ man. It would never be Erin or Jade. It was always and.
Erin and Jade.
He refused to accept a fate where he had to pick.
Ashton pulled back for a breath, panting as he moved to leave a trail of kisses down the other side of her neck. His body was overheated, hands tight where they held her. His ministrations slowed once more, the panic in his chest settling the longer she let him have his way with her. She wouldn’t push him back. Wolf or not, she kissed him first. She always kissed him first. At that party. That day on his bed. Now. They both were monsters. There wasn’t a world where they deserved anyone but each other.