YOU CAN ALWAYS FIND ME IN THE DRIFT.

Krysta threw her head back, breasts bouncing with each passionate thrust he gave her. She bit her lip hard enough to bruise, a swell of pretty red announcing itself against her porcelain features. “Daddy,” she whined. “Please c-come inside me. I want to– “ A purred moan fell from her mouth. “Jack… Oh God.” Though her body ached, her orgasm built with the strength he powered between her legs, again and again. “I’m yours, Jack.” Her nails dug blunt crescents into Jack’s lower back, desperate to keep him inside her. 

Krysta felt like a different person when Jack fucked her. She felt possessed by a confidence that buried itself beneath her skin. Jack set her free in every way. Krysta groaned. She wanted to milk every last bit of him, every solitary  drop, until she was so full, cum dripped out of her and onto the sheets. They were already soaked from her first orgasm, but the strawberry blonde was greedy for more.

Watching as he entered her, her slickness on his cock mesmerizing, she dared not close her eyes. The pull of his abs. The dark grace of his voice. “F-fuck, Daddy…” Krysta came with a silent gasp, thighs and muscles spasming around his thick cock. She was exhausted and sated with each thundering heart beat. Krysta didn’t wait for the weight of post-sex bliss before slowly dipping her fingers between her legs and licking their combined taste into her mouth. 

It wasn’t a full shift, Jack would work his way up to there another time. But that didn’t mean he didn’t feel a little out of control, a little wild. The wolf in him wanted to sink his fangs deep into Krysta’s pale neck, marking her as his. He hadn’t done that before, but he wanted to do it now more than anything. He knew the marks she’d made with her nails would fade instantly, but she’d carry his like a brand. His hands moved to the mattress, claws forming as he dug them in to try and keep the perfect balance of beast and man he’d created.

It helped in keeping up his steady rhythm as well as Krysta started to spasm around him. A growl vibrated through him and he didn’t stop moving until there was nothing else left to give her. He narrowly avoided biting her, face buried into her neck as he forced his animalistic features to recede. It was then that he pulled up, just in time to watch as Krysta’s tongue swiped at her fingers. Eyes flashing gold, Jack nudged her hand (his own back to normal now) and made sure the other sucked the digits clean.

“Clearly the ones that haven’t seen your dick up close and personal like I have.” Felix rolled his eyes, and swiped away his current message notification. “You might wanna get a handle on who’s using your not-dick to catfish people.” 

“What? You didn’t see it when you were raiding my fridge, offending its contents?” Dustin watched her slender form reach for the box, a sly smile caressing his mouth. They’d had sex last night. SEX. Dustin had gotten laid. Halle-freaking-lujah. It only took six months. He spun back to face the front, watching the TV that clearly wasn’t on as she joined him. “If I was desperate maybe.” He pressed ‘power’ on the remote. “And stuck in a snow storm with a girl I’ve only know for one night.” Dustin grinned and turned up the volume. “But I’m not that desperate.” 

The last thing Christian would want to do is suck William’s dick. He wasn’t that desperate. Okay, he was. But for actual hygienic practices. Christian closed his eyes in a deep sigh. “Doesn’t look like I have a choice.” He pulled away from William, annoyed that the other could manipulate him so easily with the promise of warm water and soap. “Just let me know when you’re ready to go, alright?” 

Thankful for the breath he was finally allowed, he swallowed with a nod. “Dominic,” he answered apprehensively. “My name’s Dominic. Why do you–” he plucked the other’s fingers from his neck “–need to know? Are you an undercover cop or something? Because I’m pretty sure this isn’t up to code or something.” 

“Lowell… I, uh. It’s– You’re right. It wasn’t a bad dick, but…” Coral pink bloomed across his cheeks. “You, um… You sent me more than that?” He handed his phone to the werewolf.

“I don’t know! I don’t go around sending dick-slapping videos. It’s not a kink of mine or whatever. What I really want to know is why I’m getting asked about it.”

“Dude, I don’t know! Are you saying that I do that? It’s not even my dick!” Diego huffed before pinching the bridge of his nose, he could feel a headache coming on. “What are they asking you? Who’s asking you about it?”

Krysta’s back arched, a loud groan spilling from her reddened mouth. The teenager was still sensitive from her first orgasm. “Jack,” she stuttered. She willed her eyes to open, to keep her focus on Jack’s face, the intensity of his golden eyes. Krysta was always safe in his arms. 

She recalled the first time she stepped foot in his office, and how quickly she felt at peace with his questions, his lingering eyes. Even the scratch of pen to paper didn’t make her anxious. Jack never made her feel uneasy. Maybe because when they were together, she wasn’t invisible. He saw her for who she was, and who she wanted to desperately to be.

Strands of strawberry blond stuck to the sweat on her chest, heaving gently with parted breath. “You treat me so good, daddy.” She tangled her hands in his hair, kissing him passionately. Ever taste of his lips had her begging for more. Krysta’s lips bumped against his as the bed bounced with their lovemaking. Sighs softened between their tongues. “I don’t want anyone else,” she whispered. “Just you, Jack. Oh God… Just you.” 

There was a stutter in his own rhythm following hers as she said his name. There was power in the way Kyrsta always said it, didn’t matter what they were doing. She had a hold on him that no one ever had before, owned him completely. Jack peppered her face in kisses, all he could do since he didn’t want to try kissing her deep with his fangs still on display.

She would never truly be hurt by his hand, he’s sooner cut it off. From the moment he saw her, he’d not only wanted to help her like his other clients, but to protect her as well. That feeling only grew with every session the two of them shared. He was able to read her and he was sure even if he hadn’t been a werewolf, he’d be able to do it then too.

“WHOA. HEY!” Dominic yelped. “This isn’t a handicapped parking spot! I checked! I ch–” The older male struggled for breath under the tightened hold. “I won’t– I won’t be… alive if you keep… choking me.” He pulled at Scott’s fingers. “Let… go.” 

“Might.” Christian scoffed. Shitty Navigator Man  hadn’t led them astray. Yet. but Christian was adamant about his pessimism. The dirt on his skin itched. “I think your high school glory days are past you. I need more than a phone number in permanent marker.” What Christian really wanted was a bath and a full night’s rest. Having to take turns keeping guard was killing his sleep schedule. He had a set time. A calculated method. Small alarms for every event, every holiday. He liked things organized, routine. He hated the crawl of shadows past the trees, obstructing the last bit of usable daylight. He hated having to scoot close to William for warmth and relying on him for everything. He just wanted his fucking life back. “So what happens when we show up and there’s nothing there?” 

“I mean, I’m pretty sure pudding is like the Ramen of dessert-esque foods. You could live off pudding if you really wanted to. Unless it’s the sugar-free kind. Then I’ll just off myself instead.” He cut off his chuckle with a harsh clearing of his throat. “In the cabinet above to the right– No, the left. There’s a box of Cap’N Crunch. No milk though, as you noticed. So you’ll just have to eat it dry. Or with water, if you’re weird like that.” 

“We can’t share too much, Sammy. We’re twins. We share everything. There’s no secrets between us. There’s nothing about you that I don’t know,” she whispered in his ear. “There’s nothing about me you don’t know either. You’ve been inside me,” she giggled. Biting her lip, she gazed up at Sam, anticipation and arousal surging through her body. “Wait. You really got me something? Ooh! I’m so excited. Please let it be my favorite.” She bounced on her heels. “Such a good brother.” She closed her eyes as she was told and stuck out her tongue happily. 

“Umentionables? What are you? Eighty? Matthew, this isn’t a game. My womanhood and my future career is at stake here.” She balled her fists in frustration. “I don’t even know how this happened in the first place, how am I supposed to know how to fix it. I’m the secretary! I answer calls and set up appointments and look pretty. I use the least amount of brain function possible to get through the day without hurling my stapler at you and your associates’ fat heads.” All bets were off at this point. No need for niceties when you had a 7 and a half soft dick in your pants. “You, on the other hand, Mr. Boss Man, can take the lead on our Freaky Friday situation.” 

“I think Charlie might not really be into me taking Isaac all the way to California, but Blaine and I are definitely in! He has no choice!” Nate wiggled his left hand. “I love husband privileges.” He hugged his twin tightly. “I’m so glad you wanna go. I nearly screamed at work when I found out, dude.” Nate shuffled over to the fridge to grab a drink. He tossed a Mountain Dew in Sam’s direction. “Catch.” 

“So you are.” A gentle disposition creased across his lips, genuinely entertained by the girl’s mouth and bright green-blue hair. Even more amusing, however, was her innocence. Naivety was easy to corrupt. Seph would be eating out of the palm of his hand for the rest of eternity, unable to beg for God’s forgiveness. “I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, Seph. Free will.” He stated solidly. “I can only offer.” The fallen angel wrapped his thin fingers around one of the chalices, swirling the liquid for a moment before finally taking a languid sip. He hummed happily. “Are you sure you’re not thirsty?” His body remained lax, perfectly posed in his throne-like chair. Wine-stained lips curled at her question. “Your soul, my child. What else?”