Jenna Rose

Jenna couldn’t help but want to believe every word Carter was saying, wanting to trust him wholly, but deep down, knew that it would take time until it would get there. If she was going to do this, she had to believe him, had to find a way to trust him. “I don’t want to claim you just to feed,” she whispered, closing her eyes when he’d come to that conclusion so easily. “Just be you. I’ll be me. And we’ll figure the rest out. Together.”

Jenna smiled and closed her eyes, leaning against his shoulder as she lay across his lap, feet curled around his calf. She loved the position and how his height allowed her to wrap around his body. “If I do this, I don’t want you to run,” she whispered, eyes staying closed, “I don’t want you to become afraid of me because of who I am.” She sighed and rested her free hand to his chest, tapping her fingers gently against him. “I don’t want you to see me as I see myself,” she managed to admit.

Jenna felt like she’d made a good decision about this boy and was curious where the night would take them. She watched hi move from the counter, her smile warm and bright as she looked him over. “Yes, let’s,” she nodded her head in confirmation. As they walked towards the door, she smiled, “Now, you’re to tell me all about you. I want to know everything.”

Jenna smiled warmly, feeling so at ease when he spoke those words, despite the demons in her head screaming for her to leave him be. With his endearing grip around her middle, she fell with him into the couch, a soft laugh escaping her as she curled into his body, pleased with the warmth she felt. “I do,” she whispered breathlessly, brushing the tip of her nose along his collar, “I want to keep you, Carter.” She released a low breath, wondering if this was actually going to happen, “Di-- do you-- I mean, a claim is a real thing here. Is that what you want?”

Jenna didn’t want to do any of this, didn’t want to part from Carter’s hold and how he was being with her. He kissed her cheek and she turned her face, kissing him slowly at first and then even more, parting her lips and kissing him fiercely to take and have everything she could have in that moment. Her arms slid around his shoulders, pulling him even closer. “Don’t go,” she whispered, fighting against everything that was telling her this was wrong, “Stay with me.”

Jenna followed along to sit with Carter on the sofa, sitting sideways due to her tight skirt, but when she realized he wanted to talk, a part of her wanted to run from it. She never wanted to admit how she viewed herself but as she sat there listening to him, it almost fell from her lips. “There’s nothing to tell,” she lied, not looking at him as she spoke, “I’m fine, darling. I just lost myself for a moment.” She breathed out a raggedy breath, finally looking at him and she knew she had to be honest. “You’ll think the worst of me,” she managed to admit, “You’ll run. They always do.”

Jenna was more than pleased with the nod of his head, wanting to explore all she could with him. He seemed open to it and she wasn’t going to push him any further than he desired. “Good, I’m pleased,” she said honestly, giving a warm smile and tapping her fingers against the counter. After a moment, she reached out, tucking her fingers under his chin, “Not to mention how wonderful it will be to spend time with such an adorable one.”

Jenna heard him call her Mistress again and smiled at the sound, preferring it so much, and knowing he didn’t call her that unless he meant it. “It’s not you, my boy,” she whispered, opening her eyes to him and she leaned in, kissing him softly against his lips. She adored the warmth he possessed, without even meaning to and her chest tightened as she considered how to answer him. “You’ll change your mind, darling,” she whispered, “You won’t want me for long.”

Jenna watched his movements, listening to what he had to say and trying to take in the type of person he was. She nodded her head and glanced to the clock when he gestured towards it, giving a soft smile. “I think I’d like you to come over, darling boy,” she said gently, wanting him to agree to spend more time with her. “Would you like that?”

Jenna was amused by the wolf and stepped towards him when he pointed out they were alone. She trailed a fingertip down his chest, feeling content in that moment as she stopped above his bottoms. “I find a rush in attending to another’s pleasure,” she said softly, as though it was a secret with those that she played with, “And in that, I find my own pleasure satisfied as well. And you?”

Jenna watched him intently for any sign of discomfort to their current situation, not wanting him to be upset by her presence. She knew a vampire had harmed him and didn’t want him to compare her to the vile one. “Very good,” she said, taking a washcloth and knelt beside the tub. She grabbed the wash cream, her own, but considering he enjoyed the bubbles, she decided to pretty him up completely. She began to wash away the filth on his skin, wanting him to be wholly refreshed when he was done with his bath.