{ Eros }The second I'm alone in my room, I grab my phone with my shaky hands and call the one person who can make me feel good right now. "Birdie?" She answers immediately, surprised, "Hi, baby!” "Hi, Dolly," I say, dropping my sore ass in my bed and falling backwards, "Did I wake you?""Yes, but I'm not pissed about it," she murmurs and I can hear the smile on her face. I wish I could see... "I'll video-call you, wait a sec."She ends the call and calls me again two seconds later, except this time her pretty face fills my phone when I answer. Her hair is all over the place and her face has last night's make-up. She's so... her. Unapologetically Dolly. A little bit of a mess, but cute about it."I missed your face–""You look so cute–" she says at the same time as me and we both laugh, "I missed your face too, handsome. How's it going in Cancun?"Huh?!?"How the hell do you know where I am? I haven't posted anything," I let out, starting to freak out because there’s no way she kno
Eros wakes up confused and looks at me with puffy, tired eyes. His faded-pink hair is a mess and his neck is red and bitten. "What?" He asks, voice deeper than normal. He has a little scruff on his jaw, his arms look defined, his nipples are redder than his neck and his abs are prominent. He's a man. Undeniably a man. A big, manly man. I lost last night, I was defeated. I got forced, fucked and raped by the universe. By the Moon Goddess. By my wolf. By Eros. "Get the fuck out of my room,” I repeat, harsher this time. Eros sits up, more awake now, "I'm not playing, I need you to leave." "On my own?" He asks, eyes scared. "You have to go up one floor, you'll be fine," I roll my eyes, "You can't be a fucking pussy forever, Eros, stop being scared over the most normal shit ever. Go." But he stays there, just blinking and looking at me. If he doesn't move, I swear I'll swing. I'll fucking deck him. "What happened to everything we did yesterday? Everything we said?” He asks, his
"I don't want tonight to end," I admit, melting against Saint’s chest and feeling safer than ever before. This is probably the first night I feel absolutely certain nothing bad will happen to me. He wouldn't let it happen, "You're... even though you're a huge asshole most times... you're starting to be really important to me. And I know I shouldn't say that and I should keep it cool, but I believe we should say what we feel. We don't know when we're going to die, you know? I wouldn't want to die tomorrow without taking this off my chest, even if I sound like an idiot." Saint tightens his hold on me and kisses my cheek from behind a few times. I fight against my need to turn around and kiss him for real. "You're not an idiot," he says, his mouth against my skin, "I love how much you value life, how human you are, it's one of my many favorite things about you. But I need you to understand that you are the most important person in my life, without competition. I swear, it's like I
We stay in silence as he opens the shower and makes sure it's the right temperature before stepping inside and pulling me with him under the water. I sigh when I feel the warm water and throw my head back. Saint is in front of me and he starts touching my chest and arms almost reverently for a second. "I'll help you," he says. I don't know what he means exactly, until he lathers up his hands and reaches around me. His fingers find my ass again and this time I get tense and uncomfortable, and he feels it, "You need to wash it off every time. I'll help you this time... I'm the one who messed you up anyway." "I think I can do that myself," I murmur, still uncomfortable, but he doesn't stop. All I can do is hold onto his arm and relax my body against his as he... washes me off. This doesn't even feel sexual anymore, it only feels extremely intimate. Like the type of stuff I would only do with Dolly. A long-time partner, I mean. "Saint..." I gulp, knowing damn well this could sta
"You really like me, then?" I ask, unable to let this go. I need those words, I need them. I need to know I'm not actually stupid and delusional and he has been into me this whole damn time, "You've always liked me?" "I've been into you the whole time, yes," he finally admits and starts hinting at another finger inside of me. Fuck, even one is too much, but I bet two will feel way better, "You... might be... my type." "What?" I ask, starting to lose my mind a little but forcing myself to pay attention to his words. They are more important than the delicious pressure in my ass, "What does that mean?" He goes deeper, fully giving me his two fingers. He pushes them in and out until I get used to the sensation. "It means I’m really into you. And I’ve never been this into someone before," he finally responds and does something inside my ass that has me throwing my head back and moaning out loud. Fuck, he's deeper now. He's actually inside of me, with two full fingers, "I've never
He's fucking in between my legs like an animal now, so hard and unrelenting. I know his mind is gone right now."Call me Alpha," he demands in the midst of his pleasure. "You own me, Alpha Saint," I obey and I immediately get rewarded by his hands grabbing both of my pecs hard as fuck. And I get so damn close to an orgasm, I have to stop touching myself, "I don't wanna come yet. Don't let it end yet.""Shit, you're right," he groans behind me and stops his movements for a second to catch his breath. I really want to look at him in this state, but before I even turn around or ask for it, Saint pushes me to the side and then turns me until I'm looking up at him from the mattress. I feel like a rag doll, "Gorgeous boy."I can't stop the stupid smile that takes over my face at that comment. He must be completely lost in pleasure still, to call me that. But I get it, I'm also lost. Gone. I don't think I've ever felt like this before, not even with Dolly. Not with anyone. I feel... actua