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EMILY'S FACE WAS BURNING RED knowing that Ashe had seen all of that. She'd been so careful to make sure he didn't know what she did, not because she was embarrassed but because she just didn't know how he was going to react to it. She kind of prided herself for always appearing so well put together, like she had everything figured out. She'd been so engrossed in what she was doing, so close to getting that release, she burned even more just reliving the event.

[Txt: Alpha 💋 🐺 ] I mean….

[Txt: Alpha 💋 🐺 ] I could always sent them without the shirt if that would make it better.

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"It's such a shame I have to go tonight. I don't want to face reality."

Lavender was excited. She finally did it! 

She had moved out.

The young woman was officially a resident of a Vancouver. The apartment that she had managed to get in was small but set up to her liking. Her landlord was an older woman (a Beta) who was kind enough to give her a more filtered room on the top floor to keep people from trying to barge in during her Heats.

With a few phone calls she secured a small job as a grocery store clerk in town. The managers had been made aware of anything that she would need, and were happy to welcome her on board. While Lavender knew her family didn't want her to go, she knew she had to. She was never going to get anywhere all stuck. The Omega refused to be the small-town girl that never went anywhere.

And while it was a little outside of her comfort zone, she had even set up a profile to meet people in the area before she moved. It was odd, having people ask to meet up and having to explain she didn't actually live there yet. There was however one person that she kept in touch with. He was a fair bit older than herself, but nothing too terrible. Her own parents had a notable age gap between the 4 of them, so it wasn't something that really bothered her in hindsight.

His name was Ashe and from what she could discern  From their online interactions, he was a gentleman. But it was always something that was hard to gauge. Just like they avoided the talk of designations. She wanted someone to like her for her. Not what she was labeled as. 

That however were thoughts for another time. Currently she found herself rushing to get out her front door. Double and triple checking that she hadn't forgotten anything she needed. She was running a little bit late. The two of them had agreed to meet up at a small coffee shop for their first face to face meeting before hopefully taking a walk round Stanley Park. His recommendation.

She was nervous, but just as excited. After double checking the directions she took off as quickly as her legs could carry her. Well she wasn't sure how she had managed it, she ended up a few minutes early!

It was a miracle in her eyes. And so she pulled out her phone and shot a quick message saying that she made it safe and to look for the girl in the lilac jean jacket.

Was it normal to be this nervous? She had a couple dates back home, but none of them had given her butterflies like this.

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Ever since she and Ashe had grown closer, and had taken the next step into this relationship, she really didn't feel she could get enough of him. For the first time in a long time, she felt she wasn't taking care of people, but someone was taking care of her. She felt a connection deeper than pack with him.

She slowed her movement as she sat fully naked on his lap, wanting him the moment he had returned. No. It wasn't a want. It was a need. She had needed him the moment he had returned.

Sofia's lips moved lightly against his as she felt the warmth of his hands on her skin.

"I hate when you are gone for so long." She mumbled against his lips, her walls pulsing around his thick manhood. She sucked lightly on his bottom lip and moved her hips again, taking him fully inside herself, her head rolling back. "Don't be so gentle with me Ashe." She moaned softly, as she pushed her fingers into his hair.

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Sofia and Ashe has been working closely for a while now, and honestly, she could see he was a good man, a loyal, kind, caring man. The attraction had continued to grow between them, one that she couldn't deny that she wanted to continue to grow.

So when they were alone, completely alone, just them, she knew she wanted to take the chance.

Sofia moved closer to him, her eyes on his, hoping that he felt what she felt, this undeniable connection, that maybe had been there from the beginning, but her grief had taken over all thoughts. Now that she past the shock of losing her pack, she had been able to open up her emotions in other ways.

They just stood, staring at each other, and it was like the world around her melted. It was only him. The sound of his breathing, his familiar scent that washed over her.

She couldn't take it anymore, literally crushing her lips to his, praying he reacted positively, and when he did, her kiss turned more hungry, her arms wrapping over his shoulders, pressing her body fully to his.

It wasn't long before lips were exploring other parts of each others bodies, hands too, and clothes were starting to be removed and dropped to the floor.

The heat in the room was intense, the feeling between her thighs even more so. She hung onto him, her hand reaching down, wrapping around his length, stroking it fully and moaning. She wanted him, the wolf inside her wanted him. And it seemed he felt the same.

When he dropped to the floor, pulling her closer, and down, she obliged. Her head was already spinning from the smell of their combined arousal, her inner wolf itching to have him claim her.

As he pulled her down, lining himself up and pushed his thick pulsing length into her, she whimpered with pleasure, feeling the stretch as she tried to accommodate his size. Her head rolled back, hand lifting to push into his hair, hips moving to get the friction she craved. It was slow at first, almost painfully slow, but it still felt good. Better than good infact.

Her breathing kept catching in her throat, her eyes fluttering closed as she turned her head to kiss him, wanting that intimacy to be elevated.

He had full control of her right now, her wolf gladly submitting to him. As he lift a little, moving her so her legs went between his, carefully lowering her onto her stomach. His pace picked up, her back arching, her rear lifting a little to give him a better angle to go deeper.

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The rhythmic sound of Bailey’s soft brush against the mare’s rich, spotted coat was the only noise in the cool air of the stable. She was meticulous, finding a familiar, temporary peace in the work—a welcome distraction from the stress of handling the ranch alone and, more specifically, from the simmering frustration over her last encounter with Ashe. When the crunch of boots on the gravel outside the stable door became distinct, drawing closer with a familiar, determined cadence, Bailey didn't even lift her head.