Part human, part wolf.
I’ve always thought that, and it has never been clearer than when he’s fucking me like this.
All beautifully and tenderly and savagely.
Lovingly.
And I come.
I come so easily these days. So viciously and violently.
It’s like as soon as he touches my pussy, I don’t stop coming and he takes advantage of that. He keeps fucking me, he keeps making my pussy come as it flutters and ripples around his rod.
And then it’s his turn.
To come, I mean.
Some nights he fills up my pussy so that I flow with him. So that I feel him leaking out of me as I toss and turn in the bed, as I go to school the next day and sit in class with sticky, wet panties.
But some nights he likes to come on my body.
On my tits that he loves so much.
Or my swollen belly.
God, he loves my swollen belly. He’s always touching it, rubbing it. And he likes to come on it too.
He likes to kneel over my prone, satisfied body, all sweaty and panting, and jerk his cock until he lashes his cum on my belly, the muscles of his abdomen straining, his biceps flexing.
When he’s done, I rub it all over my skin like his cum is one of those rare body oils that I love so much and he watches me with hooded, villainous eyes.
His pregnant, captured fairy rubbing his scent all over her skin.
So even if I manage to break free from him, he can smell me in the night, follow my trail and bring me back to his evil lair.
So yeah, nights are easier.
Because at night, it feels like we’ll never be apart. When he cuddles with me after it feels like love.
Other times though, I try to keep myself busy.
With school, with baking, with my large family of friends and brothers.
Who all come over when I finally get my acceptance letter from Juilliard.
I thought it would never come and that it was too late.
Everyone already knows what they’re doing after graduation, including Wyn, who also got her acceptance letter to one of her dream art schools in New York. Salem is going to California for youth soccer camp and to be with her Arrow. And Poe, well, she is still deciding what her next move will be after she kills her guardian.
Anyway, after I get my acceptance letter, I decide to invite everyone over for a little get-together.
All my brothers, Tempest and my St. Mary’s friends, who all got day passes via Conrad, even Salem and Poe. We’re all gathered out in the backyard, against the backdrop of woods and dangerous cliffs.
And it’s a happy occasion, or at least, it’s supposed to be.
First, there are my brothers and Reed.
As I said, they have thawed toward him slightly. But still, all of them together in one place is not without some glares or awkward pauses and sarcasm. All courtesy of Shepard and Ledger, my two rowdy brothers. Reed doesn’t care or looks like he doesn’t. He keeps his cool and his barbs to a minimum.
Then there’s Tempest, whose usually laughing gray eyes appear sad. Not a lot though — I bet she’s trying to hide her sadness from her own brother, Reed; I would do the same thing for my brothers if I were her — but I can tell.
And I can also tell that it’s because of Ledger.
How he’s hardly paying her any attention and how all his attention is on my St. Mary’s group of friends, especially my quiet, dreamer friend, Wyn.
I know Tempest and I haven’t talked about him in years because of our no brothers rule. But I can tell now that her crush on my idiot brother hasn’t gone anywhere.
You know what, I’m going to give Ledger a piece of my mind as soon as I get a chance. First, he needs to be careful of Tempest’s feelings. And second, he needs to leave Wyn alone; she’s innocent and sweet as opposed to his player ways.
And sad.
Yeah, Wyn is sad too.
Again, not a lot but I can tell. I don’t know what’s bothering her and she doesn’t tell me — absolutely refuses to tell me — when I ask. But I know it can’t be art school anymore; she already got in, as we all knew she would.
Oh, and there’s another person who looks slightly upset.
Okay, a lot upset. A lot. About something. My oldest brother, Conrad.
I have no idea what’s happening and I know that he will never tell me either. But about an hour ago, he disappeared into the house for something and when he came back out, he was glowering.
At nothing in particular, but he was glowering.
Finally there’s me.
And the fact that I’ve done something that all my brothers never wanted me to do. Not again.
I don’t know how they’ll react if they find out.
That I’m in love with him. That I never fell out of love with him.
So I’ve decided that I won’t tell them. I won’t tell anyone.
I’m already not telling Reed. I’ve already promised him that I won’t love him. So there’s no reason for anyone to find out what I’ve done.
Although this time around, it’s hard.
Harder than the first time even.
The first time, I wanted to be good. I wanted to not lie or hide from my brothers. I was ashamed at what I was doing, falling in love with someone despite all the warnings.
This time, I don’t want to keep it from people like it’s a dirty little secret. This time, I’m not ashamed. I don’t think I’m doing anything wrong by loving him.
This time, I’m not naïve either.
I know he’s a villain. I know he has all the power to hurt me.
But I also know that he can be a hero if he wants to be. He can be a protector, a lonely protector.
So I don’t know if this whole get-together was a good idea. Because not only do I have to hide my love for Reed, I also have to pretend to be happy about going to Juilliard.
I thought I would be.
That I would be so, so happy about going to the place where I’ve wanted to go ever since I was five.
But I’m not.
As people around me, my brothers especially, make plans about what’s going to happen after Halo is born, all I want to do is cry.
My brothers tell me that they have thought it all through: I’m going to live with Ledger, Stellan and Shepard, who all share an apartment in New York. They have also begun baby shopping and clearing out a room for me. And since Reed lives here now because he works for his dad’s company, he can visit whenever he wants to.
I expect Reed to say something then.
I expect him to object and declare that he’ll be moving to New York with me. Or as crazy as it is, that I’m not going anywhere without him. Mostly because he’s buying stuff for Halo too and hoarding it all in the spare bedroom as if he means for us to stay.
But he doesn’t.
He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t tell us that he has a plan. He simply stands there with a tight jaw and shuttered eyes.
Again, I try to tell myself that it doesn’t matter.
If he’ll visit Halo and be there for her, then that’s enough for me.
But I can’t help but want to sob and sob and sob.