#petitextaboo

BOZKURT STALKED THROUGH THE CITY on his way to the ‘house’, or whatever they called it, that the omega resided in. he pas the alpha of feral pack, where all members had been born to wild werewolves. they weren’t domesticated like the ones here in the city. a disgrace he thought, how they behaved like pray. in a sense, he really was saving the omega. 

He had been gone for a few days, out of town for business, and he missed her, his little Eve. Although he crashed as soon as his flight got in and he was back in his apartment, he had managed to send her a text to tell her to come over for eleven AM sharp. Of course Jay knew she wouldn’t be late — she never was — but there would definitely be consequences if she was this time when he was so eager to see her.

As soon as he heard her letting herself into his place ( he had given her a key as soon as their agreement had been finalized ), he got himself out of bed, grabbing a shirt to pull on on the way. The relationship the two of them had was everything he had ever wanted — a permanent fuck buddy that he could shape to his every whim and take care of like a girlfriend, without the emotional commitment. If he got drunk and fucked another chick, he wouldn’t have to deal with a crying girlfriend or hear about how he was a cheater. It was perfect. Eve was perfect. Younger, submissive, eager to please.

“Do I hear my girl?”

Jay was in a wicked mood, shit-eating grin on his face as he called out to her. He had to no work to do and nothing on his schedule besides relaxing and fucking. If she was a really good girl, he may have even taken her out on his boat for a little picnic dinner on the water, something he always promised as a reward but hadn’t given out just yet. It was a little too close to a date for his comfort levels, but his good mood wasn’t letting him mind it. “Get over here, Evie. I missed you while I was gone.”

GIF INSPO

aurora couldn’t remember what it felt like not to be exhausted and sore and how it felt to simply feel alive. each day in this life was the same, each hour filled with different horrors. the only joy she felt came when she remembered she was one day closer to dying. a body bag — or probably a garbage bag, given the men cared that little — was the only way she was getting out of here, she already knew that. that was forced into her head mere minutes after she was chosen. “i miss pizza,” she murmured, unsure if anyone else was awake or not. she was curled in against the wall, one hand rubbing along it. perhaps she was starting to crack up from the trauma. “i miss the sun. i just want one minute in the sun.”

Dwayne felt the pull towards the woman. The towering monster of a man couldn’t stay away even if he tried. They hadn’t officially met and he was waiting for his opportunity to make his presence truly known. A night at the bar was the perfect presentation. She just needed some drinks in her and he could get close. Once he had her, he wasn’t going to let go of her. She was his, no one else’s. She just didn’t know it yet. She would soon enough. The skin walker was a possessive bastard. He was going to ensure that anyone who touched her would suffer tremendously.

Each and every time he got to see her beautiful sleeping form, sprawled out against the mounds of pillows and the sheets beneath her, Joseph fell a little more in love with having her, with taking her to be his own. He would always stick around for hours when he made the trip to hers, fascinated by her soft sounds of sleep and how her chest moved up and down. Each time he got to visit without being caught he got braver, to the point where this time he was gently touching her cheek and petting a hand over her hair. Part of him wanted her to stir from his touch, so he’d have an excuse to clamp a hand over her mouth and whisper to her until he saw the sleep grow into panic in her eyes. Of course he never entered the apartment unprepared; he always had his knife and chloroform on hand should she wake and disobey. It’d be a shame to have to cut up her pretty little body, but that would have been a consequence of her own actions. It wouldn’t have been his choice to make.

Carefully, he eased down onto the edge of the bed, fingers drifting from her hair to her chest before pulling away. His mind was willing her to wake, eyes tracing over her lips, her nose, her closed eyes. She was the picture of beauty and grace and she didn’t fit in with the people in this neighbourhood, with the people she worked with. It was just another reason he was so attracted to her. She wasn’t like anyone he had ever seen before. Still, he continued to watch her, head tipping from one side. The poor little treasure had no idea how easy it was for him to slip inside the moment her lights went out. She had no idea how truly unsafe she was, the amount of danger he had attached to him. He couldn’t wait to burst her little bubble.

MY MUSE HAS JUST SUFFERED A DEATH IN THE FAMILY. SEND “KNOCK KNOCK” TO CHECK ON THEM.

He hadn’t seen Eve in days.

With the sudden passing of his mother, having to plan the funeral and get her things in order all while trying to keep himself and the rest of his family members together, he didn’t have any time to think of sex. He didn’t have the time to care for another when he could barely take care of his own blood. Already he had had half a dozen fights with his brother, over stupid little things, and despite knowing it was because they were both grieving and unsure how to handle it, it took its toll. 

Finally, he was back in his apartment after days of being at his parents’ place, sat on the couch with too much liquor down his throat. Jay was distant, feet on the coffee table with his head tipped back when he wasn’t swallowing the alcohol. He never heard the door unlock, never heard her quiet footsteps padding in, and he just barely caught the ‘Sir?’ that broke the silence. He had told her what was going on shortly after he had got the news, told her he wouldn’t be able to talk for a few days and that he had to deal with his family but that things would be back to normal soon. 

“Baby girl,” He drawled, tipping his head to the side to look at her, the hand that wasn’t holding the glass gesturing for her to come closer. “Come. Kneel, Eve.”

Jay certainly wasn’t a big drinker; she’d never seen him drunk at least. He drank socially, but was long over having to deal with hangovers. However, on this occasion, he ruled it appropriate. His Mum had died, the lady that had mended his broken heart so many years ago and had made him into the person he was today. He was devastated.