#werewolf!billy

The dog-like creatures chattered before lunging toward Billy. The one on the left jumped first and he right hooked its meaty slimy head. It flew down with a strangled screech. Before Billy could fully turn, the other fleshy dog came from the right and clamped its teeth around his thigh, sinking into his muscle and tearing his skin away.

Billy cried out in pain, falling down to his knees trying to pry the flesh jaws off of his leg but it only clamped harder and yanked, tearing his muscle even further.

All of a sudden the other creature he'd sucker punched sprung, latching onto his abdomen. Billy screamed and just when he thought it couldn't get any worse the large monster in front of him, its long limbs planted firmly where it stood, shot a tentacle with sharp jagged bone at the end toward him.

Instinctively Billy shielded himself, his arms extended forward holding back the clamping tentacle that was forcing its way towards his face.

Billy screamed until his throat burned, until the sound didn’t even feel like it belonged to him anymore. The dogs held him down firmly, blood gushing from his body out of their mouths.

Billy tried to think of anything to keep him from noticing the pain. He recalled the image of his mother cheering him on as he surfed. The smell of the salt air. The long calls from the seagulls on the sand.

But then, your laugh echoed in his head. Your perfect soft laugh that made his heart swell. Your smile that kept him smiling longer than he ever has. Your eyes that beckoned his soul to you like a siren. His Sunshine. His girl. The only thing in this world that made him feel unconditionally loved.

Despite the gruesome pain he was under, his mouth lifted in a weak smile, missing his girl. He missed you so much it pained him. It was at that moment he knew this was it. There was nothing else he could physically do to survive. At least he would die remembering the softest sweetest thing that will ever bless him. And he was blessed.

His biceps trembled fiercely, his body weakening and the chemical poisoning more than likely catching up with him. Then the monster shot five more tentacles at him, impaling his body like a voodoo doll.

His breath shuddered and his ears ringed, his arms falling down from pushing away the monster's main tentacle. The next thing he knew he was falling down, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as the collapsed ceiling of the mall spun and blurred.

Just before darkness overtook him, he heard the sweet angel voice of his girl one last time.

"Billy!" A voice echoed.

It sounded unclear... Far away. Billy's body felt like it was buzzing and burning all at once. His eyelids twitched.

The voice echoed again. He recognized that voice. He tried to open his eyes again, fluttering under the pressure of his pounding head. His arm felt like it was being ripped out of its socket, a white hot pain flared.

That's when he heard the sobbing in your voice more clearly. A strangled cry for him. "Billy, wake up please!"

He had to open his eyes. He had to.

With all the strength he could muster up, his eyes fluttered, struggling to open. When they finally did, bright red and blue lights flared before he was seeing an angel. Was he dead?

"Sunshine?" His throat felt raw, burning and shredded at his attempt to speak.

You gasped, a broken sob escaping your lips—one he's memorized a thousand times. His vision was bleary, blinking to try to clear what he thought was a dream, he realized was actually a reality. You were dragging his dead weight through the rubble of the mall.

Quickly, you dropped to your knees beside Billy, your small hand never once letting up your vice grip on his. Shouting over your shoulder, "Somebody help! Over here! Please we need help!"

You looked back down to Billy, bringing his hand up to your face with a river of tears flooding down. "Hey," you cooed. "Billy, stay with me. I'm right here, please, stay awake." Your voice cracked with another sob before his jeweled blue eyes rolled back and closed again.

The next few hours were a blur.

Sirens. Ambulances and firetrucks. The vague picture of your face covered in bruises and soot and dried blood.

Billy was laid in a hospital bed, groggy on pain medication and sedatives. He just kept repeating your name over and over again in his head.

He could hear your voice, sad and weepy. "Dear God, please don't take him away. Hear my plea, and heal him. Please, I beg of you, I won't ever complain again."

Billy felt himself smile and everything in his body was screaming to wake up. He said her name in his head again. Repeating it like it was a lifeline. Eventually it was no longer in his head and rather out loud.

There you were, sitting beside him with his hand in both of yours, anxiously awaiting for him to come to.

"Billy?" You weakly gasped, "did– did you just say something?"

Billy groaned, feeling the heavy weight of his body like it was someone else's.

But there was something else. Something that felt claustrophobic and wild.

However, the feeling was lost to the only thought he could manage. "Hey Sunshine," he grumbled, a small twitch played at the corner of his mouth. "Am I dead?"

He opened his eyes and was met with yours that were red and swollen from crying. He missed those eyes. So pretty and full of everything worth fighting for.

You wasted no time in throwing yourself onto him, your arms wrapping around him and digging under his body that felt like lead.

Billy tried to laugh but it hurt just as much as your weight on top of him did. But that was something he was willing to endure to feel you again. To smell your skin was like a drug.

A fleeting thought of how your muscles would feel flashed in his mind.

He flinched.

"Sorry!" You pulled away, but not too far. "Did I hurt you?"

Billy's heart began to race, pounding under his chest like a caged animal. Had he really just thought of you... Between his teeth.

What is this?

After a beat of staring at you and wondering what the hell was going on he spoke, gravelly and strained. "No. No, you didn't sweetheart. Just sore, that's all."

You smiled so brightly he felt at peace with his current state momentarily. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Do you want me to get the nurse?" You asked tenderly.

He felt a twinge in his chest and his eyes pricked. "Feel like hell," He managed to say. You were quick to respond.

Your voice light, you said, "I'll get the nurse for you." Billy groaned in disapproval, which made you pause, a lost look in your glossy eyes.

"Don't," he paused, "Please... just stay with me for a while." Wishing he could kiss you badly he attempted to reach for you. But moving was proving to be a bit difficult, painfully so, and that wasn't good on his ego.

To save face he said, "Come're." Your bashful smile he reveled in seeing emerged, decorating your features like a doll, and you intertwined your hand with his. Using your free hand you brushed back his golden curls, your hand warm and comforting, before leaning in.

Your scent was familiar and intoxicating. He practically groaned in impatience as you hesitated. Then he tilted his chin and lifted his head slightly, closing the distance for you in a delicate kiss.

Capturing your soft lips, he opened his mouth slowly to taste you. You did the same, a small breath escaping into his mouth. His tongue grazed the inside of your lip and like a frenzy he crashed your tongues together, like if he stopped he might never be hungry again.

You made a noise of slight surprise, but deepened the kiss with him. A surge of need coursing through your veins. You held on longer. The way his mouth felt was a momentary malfunction for your critical thinking skills. He was an extraordinary kisser even when hospitalized.

A white hot sensation climbed up his throat. The delicious taste of you pulled a trigger and before he knew it, he had taken hold of your bottom lip a little too hard and a little too fast between his teeth.

You pressed your hand to his chest and pulled away, a small squeak of surprise escaping your mouth. Billy's brows furrowed in confusion, suddenly cold, wondering why you pulled back. Your other hand flew to your lip, feeling for blood. A panic rose in Billy's blazing throat.

"I'm sorry Sunshine." He said quickly, muscles tensing as his hand lifted to turn your chin, "Did I hurt you?" His thumb grazed over your lip, checking with his brows pinched. An aching pain screamed at his arm lifting, but he didn't care.

You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and placed your cheek against his palm, shaking your head no. He relaxed marginally, relieved he didn't hurt you.

"Happy to see me Billy?" You quietly mused.

Your smile was so timid and sweet, guilt the size of a bowling ball settled heavy in his stomach. "You have no idea."

Things got strange after he left the hospital.

He had this uncontrollable appetite for all things red, raw, and pulsing. No matter what he was constantly craving steak in the rawest form. Whenever you guys would decide to stay indoors he would feel nauseous.

Not only that but the more he was with you the more vivid flashes of your flesh being torn by his teeth would occur.

Billy was too afraid to tell you anything. You assumed it was just PTSD making him a bit squirrely and closed off but one night you felt him panting in his sleep beside you. There were many nights he would call to ask if he could spend the night over.

When you turned on the bedside lamp and moved to wake him up you saw faint black veins on his neck. Your mouth soured. That's when you knew something was wrong.

You brought it up in the morning.

"I'm concerned about you." You had hesitantly said as you both laid in your bed, his hand ghosting scratches up your back under your shirt.

Billy mumbled in a groggy voice, "Why's that?"

You shifted slowly, sitting up to look him in the eyes. His hand slid down your back to your hip, his brows drawn, about to protest.

But you were quick to speak up, voice nearly trembling. "You had six steaks yesterday," you stated, gnawing at the edge of your lip. "All barely cooked and in a pool of grease and blood."

Billy searched your eyes, looking for an ounce of joking to what you were saying. "You serious?" You looked at him firmly, but your fingers played with the tassel of a pink throw blanket that was between you two.

His throat dried, bobbing at an attempt to remedy it. Then his fingers twitched on your hip, heat radiating off of you. "You ever heard of a blue steak, Sunshine? It's common." Billy deadpanned.

You shake your head quickly, "No. No, you've been having the same thing ever since you left the hospital."

"Yeah, well ingesting a bunch of chemicals will do that to a guy." He clipped, his mouth hardened.

Your brows pinched, your lips parting as you tried to understand him, "I didn't mean it like that." You said barely above a whisper. "Billy, last night, did you have a nightmare?"

Billy sat up now, visibly more irritated, "What does that have to do with anything?" His face was close, his hand moved to rest on your thigh instead. His eyes flicked to your neck where your heartbeat quickened.

"Everything." You looked down, unable to bear witness to his eyes that were angry with you. "You promised you would tell me everything from now on. So why do I feel like you're still...not?"

His jaw tightened and his heart palpated. A weird cold boiling sensation rising. He hated seeing you like this, but what was he supposed to tell you? That he feels like the walking dead most of the time. That whenever he's around people his mouth salivates and his fingers burn and itch at the same time, even around you. That he thinks he has a bigger problem than when he was possessed. How can he tell you if he doesn't even know what is happening?

Slowly, Billy brought up his hand and caressed your face, trailing his hand through your hair and to the back of your neck. "You are... the only person I want to be around." His eyes flicked between yours, his dark lashes shadowing his bright blue eyes. "And I don't want you worryin' about me a second longer."

You felt your eyes prick, threatening to spill tears, but he pulled you in and kissed you. Lingering, holding you there like you might vanish if he let go. His lips were slightly chapped and cold, his stubble scratching your chin, sending a shiver up your spine.

Softly he pressed another kiss to your lips then said in a deep and low voice, "My promise still stands." The vibration from his throat traveled to your lips, tickling, then sending butterflies to your stomach.

Later that night, you had a weird gut feeling. The same one. You couldn't shake the feeling away so you decided you would go out to see Billy at his house. Just to check on him.

When you got to his house however he wasn't there.

"You haven't seen him all day?" You asked, voice raising with panic. Max stared at you, her eyes wide and suddenly aware of your behavior.

His car was gone.

"No, why? Is something wrong?" Her voice was firm but also raised in concern. You tried to calm down so as not to escalate the situation when you've only tried one place.

However, that was quickly dying as you just left Steve's house, the sixth place you visited in search of Billy. You were out of options, it was nearing midnight, and you didn't know where he was or if he was okay or even if he was alive. You desperately wished you had convinced him to stay with you this morning.

There's no way you're going to lose him again. Not after all the crap you've been through.

You turned on your heel and marched right back to Steve's house, knocking like a maniac. Steve opened the door not surprised to see it was you given you were just there a minute ago.

You huffed out an uneasy breath, "I need your help. I don't know where else Billy could be and I'm starting to lose it." Your eyes pleased with him, and his eyebrows raised. "Please, you're his friend right?"

Steve saw you were about to cry and answered quickly, "Friends isn't quite what I'd use to describe us but I'll help you find him. We can start looking in the mor-"

"No! You don't understand. He's been acting strange. At first I thought it was just because of what happened with the Mind Flayer but..." You trailed off, "Steve something's wrong. He's could be anywhere and I can't–"

You took a heavy breath in, "I can't lose him again." Steve took a good long look at your stare, his hands planted on his hips analyzing.

"Alright," he muttered. "Let me get my things."

Waiting for Steve outside his door, you glanced up, staring at the white glow of the full moon, its silver rays beaming down and illuminating the night.

Steve came back out with outdoor wear and a flashlight. "We should get more eyes to search for him. We'll stop by the Wheeler's, the kids are supposed to be pulling an all-nighter on some nerd campaign, they can help out."

You nodded, "Okay that's a good idea." Your voice sounded far away, and no matter how hard you tried, the memory of Billy getting impaled then collapsing haunted you. The air had left your body so quickly you thought you yourself had been struck.

In Steve's car he was trying to calm you down, but you had stuck your head out the window numerous times to keep from hurling with worry, and he wasn't very good at calming you down.

You had sat back down after taking in the fresh air and your hair being windblown when Steve spoke up like he didn't really want to say what's been bugging him.

"You don't think... you know, Hargrove is still flayed do you?" His voice pitched a little and he cleared his throat.

You tensed at the mention of your worst fear voiced out loud. "I hope not. But I do think something unnatural is going on. So unfortunately we can't rule it out."

"Christ, Henderson is gonna have something to say about this." Steve said exasperated.

[meanwhile...]

Billy's head was pounding, a mass feeling like it was pushing against his skull, and splitting his brain into four. He groaned, his fingers tangling in his hair and ripping out strands.

He stumbled over a fallen tree landing on his back. His throat burned and his fingernails itched. Then suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his spine. His fingers dug into the earth, grasping for anything he could get his hands on.

A groan erupted from his throat, strangled and distorted. It felt like a bunch of dynamite exploded in his throat leaving it raw and mangled.

Billy could smell the nature around him so clearly, leaves, mud, the lake four miles away, and a deer just two...

His mind was in a muddled frenzy. He couldn't think straight. His skin felt like it was boiling, and he thought for a brief second he knew what was going to happen.

Then suddenly his spine popped, arching himself off the muddy ground with a wail. He flipped himself over, attempting to stand, the muscles in his body flaring. Then his nails fell out as new sharper ones emerged, blood pooling at the edges. He looked down in horror, his hands shaking.

Something in him was pushing and it didn't care one bit what it did to Billy.

Screaming, the bone and cartilage at the center of his face began to crunch, combusting into smaller pieces like it was trying to extend outward but the skin was too tight. It began to tear. Reshaping unnaturally.

Billy fell to his knees, his clawed hand popping and snapping. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to cry out but his jaw cracked, unhinging itself and hanging low. Blood drained, falling out his mouth like a river.

The thing doesn't cry. It wants to eat.

Snapping like a twig, his spine rattled and extended out of his body. Everything felt as if it was on fire, like he might burst into flame at any given moment.

That's when his flesh started to shed off, a new growth of fur covering his unrecognizable body, his hair completely falling out. Blood sprayed everywhere, matting down the new fur that had forced its way out.

It gave a good shake and more blood spurted elsewhere. It wanted to hunt, a fiery sensation salivated in its muzzle, coating its sharpened teeth. It lifted its nose into the air, sniffing.

It's head snapped, catching the scent of the deer from earlier and bolted off. The beams of the moon engulfed him in something supernatural.

With a mutilated howl, he was off into the night, deep in the forest.

The search had stretched on for five hours. The kids were nearly falling asleep standing up, and Steve was growing more impatient by the minute.

Steve checked his watch. 4:36am.

He called out your name. You turned around, your flashlight beam landing on his face. "We've been looking for hours. I say we group back at the Wheeler's and come up with a plan."

Your heart sank. There's no way you're leaving, not even if your eyes stung with drowsiness, not even if your ankles were about to fall off. You would find Billy if it was the last thing you do.

Holding your breath to keep from screaming at him you shook your head. "What other plan can there be? We have to keep looking." You frowned at him, a deep crease in between your eyebrows. He sighed.

"Look, everyone is about to sleep on the forest floor, so I suggest we get some rest and try again. You especially." His tone was firm and he was clearly leaving you no room for argument.

Clenching your teeth, you felt your stomach churn. Steve wasn't going to let you search on your own. And you knew it wasn't fair to the kids to make them keep searching.

Reluctantly, you marched back where you guys came from. Steve gave you an apologetic smile and patted your back before holding you in a side hug.

If you let yourself cry that would mean admitting he was gone. So you leaned into Steve's side. The kids saw your distraught face and all slowly followed. Max came to the other side and held your hand, tightly squeezing your hand with reassurance.

You gave her a tight smile, and she said softly, "We're gonna find him. My brother isn't one to give up easily."

Lucas chimed in, his tone soft and encouraging as well, "Yeah, he's tough as nails. And if anyone can find him it's you."

"Yeah, because they're sickeningly in love with each other–" Dustin started, then faltered when no one laughed. "I– I just mean... he'd fight to come back."

Steve smacked his head, "Dude." He whispered harshly. "Read the room."

Back at the Wheeler's house, sneaking in to avoid Mike's parents stirring. You were all in the basement, resting and catching some sleep before you all would venture out again.

Everyone was knocked out. Steve was propped up against the couch, his head tilted back and snoring ever so slightly. Dustin, El, Mike and Will were piled on the floor, pillows and blankets make-shifting a bed. Lucas and Max were on the couch laying opposite of each other, Lucas's foot dangerously to Max's face.

And you... You were wide awake, staring at the ceiling close to the stairs. Your jacket under your head and your arms wrapped around yourself tightly.

"My promise still stands."

The ghost of Billy's hand on your skin made your heart ache and you clutch your shirt in your fist above your heart.

"You are...the only person I want to be around."

"I can't take this." You muttered to yourself, before sitting upright and quickly yet quietly leaving the house. Throwing your jacket on, and turning on your flashlight. It was a chilly early morning. You looked down at your wrist watch. 5:56am.

With haste you sprinted toward the woods and came upon an abandoned campsite. 6:12am.

The sun would be rising soon. Daylight already faintly glowing a dark pink.Your chest was heaving, trying to catch your breath. Taking a few steps around a rotting wooden picnic table, your flashlight reflected off of something in the distance.

Eyes squinting, you neared the shiny reflection and crouched down to find a lighter. His lighter.

Your stomach flipped. "Oh God..." You quivered under your breath. He was here. Which means he must be around somewhere.

You pocketed his metal lighter and trailed your flashlight forward. Pieces of fabric were scattered, torn and buried in dirt. You stumbled to the ground, noticing blood splattered on the torn jean fabric and clutched it to your chest.

Quickly you got up, spinning around not knowing where to go. "Billy!" You cried out, your voice echoing off of the eerie silence of the woods.

Something snapped in the distance and you jerked your head to the sound, your eyes wide and alert. Then you quickly ran towards the sound, weaving in-between trees and jumping over logs.

Gasping, you stopped dead in your tracks. A dead animal lay at your feet, its body mangled and shredded. Your hand covered your mouth, the smell hitting your nostrils with a pungent sour stench, flies buzzing around. You angled your flashlight, finding a trial of its intestines that you began to follow.

"What the hell..." You muttered, gulping your nerves down, a lump so big you nearly choked.

Then your flashlight caught sight of skin. Tanned skin. Your stomach dropped.

There Billy was, his body naked and caked in mud and blood. He was groaning, sitting up before snapping his head toward you, his blue eyes reflecting the flashlight in your hand.

He bared his teeth. "Don't come any closer." His voice was gravelly, low in a strange way you've never heard before.

"Billy, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." You kept your voice calm, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't crack a little. You took another step forward, holding out your hand.

He was quick to stand, backing away with a hunched defensive stance. "No but I might if you get any closer. Stay back!"

A low sound rumbled in his throat and you froze.

His body urged him to pounce, a long night of hunting and it still was restless. The smell of you wrapping around his brain like a taunt. Your eyes wide with fear, your face sleep deprived, and your lips parted, stunned.

It would be so easy to just wrap his hands around your throat–

No! He shook his head violently, clamping his hands over his temples with a stifled shout, squeezing hard like he might squash the thing that urged him to harm you. He loves you so much. Even now as the impulse to eat you dominated his every thought.

"Billy what's wrong?" You panicked, your body hesitating to move but ultimately slowly approaching him. He acted like he was in excruciating pain.

He cried out, pushing the thing that demanded control away from taking charge. It raked his brain, digging further under his skull to assert dominance. Billy's heart swelled, aching at the possibility of killing the love of his life. He wouldn't let it win.

Screaming, he fell to his knees, slamming his forehead to the ground to keep from smelling your delicious scent.

"Stay back!" He grounded out, barely able to speak. You paused, the hairs on your arm stood on end at his voice.

Your smile flashed in his head. The thing inside him writhed under the mental pressure Billy was forcing on it, the overwhelming feeling of love for you suffocating it.

Then suddenly they merged. His love for you and It were slammed together, almost absorbing like water and a sponge.

Billy released a repressed breath of relief, a buzzing calm easing over his trembling body. He clawed at his chest, then looked to you with welling eyes.

"Sunshine." He said, his voice thick with dread. You quickly scrambled toward him, tossing the flashlight to the ground and falling to your knees as you threw your arms around him, squeezing so hard you thought you might choke him.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding your head in his hand as his fingers tangled in your hair. Hot tears streamed down his face, happy to see you—alive, real—not the wide, terrified eyes of prey.

Fresh tears rolled down your face, a laugh escaping your lips. You pulled away enough to look into his jeweled blue eyes. Your hands holding his face, a luxury only you were allowed, and you grinned from ear to ear.

“I knew I'd find you. God, I prayed and prayed.” You laugh out a sob. His face contorted in sorrow and eyes red and glossy. He pulled you in, peppering your face with kisses.

“I love you so much, I'm so sorry.” He started but you shook your head lightly, thumbs caressing his cheek.

“It's okay, I'm just happy you're alive,” you said softly, before shrugging off your jacket. “Let's go home my love.” You handed it to him, and he took it with an undeniably bashful smile as he realized he was nude. He led the both of you to his Camaro that was parked just on the other side of Lovers Lake

Back at your house, you were on the phone with Steve while Billy was in your shower, trying to apologize for ditching like that alone. Steve was pretty stressed in finding you missing.

“I nearly called the police after your little disappearing act!” Steve complained over the phone.

Sighing and awkwardly coiling the phone cord around your finger you calmly said, “I know I'm sorry. I just couldn't be still. You know if you were in my shoes you would feel the same.”

There was silence over the phone, so you continued, “Steve, honest, I won't do it again.”

Another long pause stretches and you thought maybe he hung up, but then he spoke. “Is Hargrove alright…?” You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded even though he couldn't see you.

“Yeah. I think so.” You said, and hated how unsure you sounded. You thought of Billy barring his teeth at you in the woods, his naked body covered in blood and dirt. “I don't know, maybe not. We haven't exactly got to talk about the details. I just took him straight to my house and now he's in the shower.”

You hugged the phone to your ear and heard Steve's sigh. “Alright. Just—keep an eye on him, okay? He needs you right now. And make sure to call us with an update. We're all pretty freaked over here.”

You agreed, a warm sensation crawling up your face at Steve admitting out loud that Billy needed you.

Billy let the water run down his body, his wet curls limp on his face. He scrubbed every part of him that he could reach trying to get the stench of blood off his skin. He scrubbed so hard his skin looked red and agitated, nearly raw with his force, as if it would scrape off the thing he was only a few hours ago.

Flashes of his night in the woods as something he thought only existed in fairy-tales plague his memories. He shook his head trying to get rid of them. Dried blood clung to the edges of his normal nails stubbornly, mud caked underneath.

When he was satisfied with his now cooked lobster appearance, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. Hesitantly he cleared the mirror with his hand and was met with someone who looked like him yet he didn't recognize himself.

He leaned in over the counter, staring into his own eyes that had almost invisible black flecks veining through the blue. He angled his head slightly and something gleamed in his eye. The black flecks were almost iridescent, undetectable until flashed in light.

Billy leaned back quickly, the thing stirring under his skin. His eyes flicked down to his torso where his scarring from the night in Starcourt were more healed and silvery than just two days ago.

His mind began to race.

Before he could spiral, he stepped out of your bathroom and was met with you sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for him with a woeful look. Immediately he felt at ease, the rattling under his skin stilled. You patted the spot next to you and Billy's mouth lifted, a solemn happiness settling in his chest.

He came to sit next to you and almost immediately you stepped down to stand in between his legs, a smaller towel in your hand he hadn't noticed you had before.

Instinctively his arms came to wrap around you before his hands planted on your hips and pulled you in closer. The action caused your knees to ride his towel up.

You were so warm. He felt like dry ice more often since Starcourt.

You kissed his forehead before ruffling his hair with the towel you had, drying what he couldn't be bothered to do. You had often done this for him and it was something you looked forward to when given the chance. Strands of his loose curls would tickle your fingers and you'd find yourself wrapping some around your finger. His hair was soft and silky.

“Billy…can we talk about what happened?” You softly spoke up. You felt his hand tense a little on your hip.

Billy swallowed hard, his fingers flexing on your hips to ground himself from the inevitable. Vulnerability.

“I don't–” he stopped, jaw clenching hard you could see the muscles working. He stared at the floor between your feet. “I don't know how to explain it without sounding completely insane.”

You didn't interrupt. You just stayed where you were, keeping your closeness intact, your hands now rubbing slowly and soothingly on his shoulders.

“It's like… ever since Starcourt I've been feeling like a whole different person. You saw what I was like after I got discharged from the hospital.” He searched your eyes, “Restless and hungry. All the time.” Billy’s voice was low, talking slowly to wrap his own mouth around the strangeness of his words.

You remembered. You think you'll always remember him scarfing down raw steak like a sport. And his black veins. That was something you don't think you'll ever forget.

Billy swallowed. “When I woke up in the woods,” he continued quietly, “It felt like I was being split in half. There was me. And then there was something else scraping against my skull from the inside.” His hand lifted, fingers pressing against his temple. “It was excited. Hungry. It didn't think like I do.”

Your chest tightened.

“I could feel everything,” he said, voice wavering slightly. “Too much. It burned every part of me, tore everything like I was nothing.”

Billy's lips grimaced, the ache of broken bones a phantom over the very places they snapped. “I could hear things that were nowhere near me, smell things from far away. Your scent.” His voice dropped, rough with shame. “That scared me the most.”

Your breath hitched, but you didn't pull away. Your heart aching for his pain, and for yours when you thought you might never see him again.

“I thought if I stayed away from you, I could keep you safe. I didn't know what part of me would have won if you were too close at the wrong time.” His mouth twisted bitterly. “Turns out, being away from you almost made it worse.”

Silence settled between you, heavy and thick with a word you both were too afraid to say out loud. However, the truth would remain regardless.

Then finally, “I'm not sure what to call it. Frankly I'd rather avoid naming whatever it is, but it's not like before.” Billy concluded. “This thing is feral. Not calculated like the Mind Flayer.” His eyes flicked up to yours, horrified. “It's driven by one thing… and that one thing is to eat.”

Your hands grip his shoulders tighter, a sickening pit in your stomach sinking further and further. You wished you could make it all go away. You wished you could be of more help. And more importantly you wish you knew what exactly was happening.

Then you reached out, slow, deliberate, your fingers brushing the damp curls back that had fallen over his forehead. “I hate that this is happening to you. I hate that I don't know what to do,” you confessed, trying not to let your emotions over take your tear ducts. “Billy, I promise you I won't let this beat us.”

A weak smile curved on his lips, his heart swelling with the overwhelming love he has for you. “I won't either,” he declared, before thinking of how to explain his next words. “When you showed up in the woods… it wanted nothing more than to eat you alive. But I fought so hard. It felt like I was trying to merge cinder blocks.”

Your eyes widened a little but he grazed your skin under your shirt with his thumb, reassuring he was no harm to you. “I don't know how, but suddenly everything got quiet. Like this thing and the thought of you… reconciled.”

You looked down, breaking eye contact with him for a brief moment and smiled softly.

“So you don't know what it is?” You asked gently.

He shook his head. “No. And call me crazy but I don't want to know. Feels like if I do it just confirms how unlucky I am.”

You nodded, whispering okay. You understood that kind of fear intimately.

Another pause. Then, quietly, you added, “I'm glad you didn't eat me.”

The words hung there for half a second.

Then Billy barked out a laugh, sharp and surprised, like it had been punched out of him before he could stop it. His head tilted back and he jostled you by your hips with amusement. You always had a way of surprising him and making him laugh. He missed this feeling.

“Jesus, Sunshine,” he shook his head, his laugh coming to a bubbling end. “Me too. I'd miss my doll's pretty smile.”

Billy smiled at you with adoration. You laugh as well, relief blooming through your chest. You smiled back at him, then froze.

Because when he smiled at you, and laughed again, really laughed, you saw them.

Sharper than before, pointed and glistening. Inhuman in a way you could notice if you paid attention. His canines were longer. His lateral incisors tapering into subtle points that hadn't been there yesterday.

Billy noticed your stillness immediately. “What?” He asked, the humor draining from his voice.

Instead of answering, you lifted your hand. Slow. Careful. Like you were approaching a skittish animal that trusted you not to hurt it. “Can I?” You asked softly, nearly a whisper.

Billy felt your breath fan over his face and he hesitated before nodding. Slowly you lifted his lip with two fingers, your touch feather light. Your thumb ghosted right over the edge of one of his canines, barely grazing it.

Billy's breath stilled, afraid to move. The urge to bite you wasn't there but he still felt uneasy about your fingers being so close to his mouth.

“Well this is different. They're sharper,” You murmured, curiosity outweighing fear. “but… they're still you.”

His eyes shimmered. “You're not scared?”

You met his gaze, steady and certain. “I was. When I thought I lost you.” Your thumb traced his lip once more before dropping away. “Not now.”

Something in him settled fully then. The last of the buzzing under his skin quieted, curling inward instead of clawing out.

Billy fully wrapped his arms around you, hugging you as he took a deep breath in. “I don't know what I'm going to become,” he murmured against your body.

You smiled softly, combing your fingers into his hair. “Whatever it is, you're not doing it alone,” you stated, then pulled back to place a gentle kiss to his lips, “I love you too much to ever let you go.” You whispered against his mouth.

His arms wrapped around you tightened, careful as he understood his own strength. “I love you always Sunshine.”

And for the first time since Star Court, Billy Hargrove believed he might actually survive what came next.

He was having trouble keeping his wolf in check, Frank had said, which made you concerned about him, hoping he was okay.

So now, you'd dutifully stood in the corner of the room, watching everyone greet each other excitedly. Karen had disappeared to handle some of her bridesmaid duties and left you beside Maria, where you did your best to be a professional background member.

It was lovely to meet everyone, even though you felt a little awkward. The people around you seemed so close knit, happily enjoying themselves as if it were any other family gathering.

Your dress was a lovely little red wrap, that hugged your waist and flared out at your hips, something well worn through the short time you'd owned it for.

You were at a lovely place, something owned by Curtis, the groom. A place that was more garden and forest than it was buildings.

.

Maria had given you a footnote version of the wedding ceremony a few minutes earlier. Everyone would go out back, to the edge of the forest, and the couple would say their vows in the moonlight, sealing a bond for life.

It had sounded beautiful, beyond your imagination, and when you try to visualise it now, all you could think about were you and Billy doing the same thing.

It was outrageous, insane, for your brain to still be yearning for him when he wanted nothing to do with you.

You shake your head to clear the fog.

You were still simmering over the realisation that you couldn't have an orgasm, you felt flushed and sensitive with the frustration burning through your body. How was it possible that Billy had ruined you, not just for other men, but ruined you for yourself as well?

Still, although it was terrible now, you knew it wouldn't last forever.

Or at least you hoped.

A bell chimes somewhere in the room of people, silencing them for a brief moment, before everyone begins moving out back.

Maria loops her arm around yours, and you look at her curiously.

"The moon's almost at its highest, which means it's time."

You smile in understanding, allowing her to pull you out back, where your breath is stolen by the view.

The garden is gorgeous, several gazebos framing the area, in the middle is a bubbling fountain. There are lights in some of the shrubs, and a lane of lanterns that show a path through the area.

You follow the crowd, and you look up at the moon in awe.

It's so big, and bright and it's the source of the most light, and it makes you feel so small in its radiance.

Past the fountain, and you see the edge of the forest, where Frank, and Curtis stand under the nearest tree.

There are mysterious glowing objects hanging from the tree, it looks like rocks of some kind, but you're not sure that rocks are supposed to glow like that, a range of blues, purples and greens with hints of white light emanating from each object.

"Moonstone." Maria explains, "It glows in the moonlight when there are wolves around."

You notice it too, the closer the crowd gets, the brighter the crystals glow until they twinkle like stars right above your head.

There are chairs on either side of an aisle, and you take your time, sitting in the second row beside Maria.

You watch Frank's eyes as he sees his wife, his eyes flashing yellow for a brief second and you know she's smiling back at him.

You wish it didn't hurt to look at them, you wish it made you happy. You really, really wanted to be happy for them. Your bottom lip wobbles and your throat tightens.

Something distracts Frank, and he looks up and you see his expression change from sincere love- to shock. He does a good job at masking it, and does an even better job of jabbing Curtis in the ribs with a subtle motion to look behind you. In your peripherals, you see Maria's head turn in confusion, and then she stiffens as well.

Confused, you turn to look back, only to freeze, and face forward once again.

Frank promised, he reassured you that there was nothing to worry about, that there was no way, Billy Russo was coming.

Yet, there he was, walking toward Curtis and Frank as if he had no cares in the world.

You keep your eyes fixed to your fingers, trying to keep yourself calm, but ever so often, you catch someone turning to look at you in confusion and you know that your distress was rolling off of you in waves.

You debate looking up at him, if only for a second, wanting to just see him when you know you shouldn't.

One glance, you tell yourself and you look up.

He's not focused on you, busy taking Curtis into a hug, most likely congratulating him on the occasion.

He looks... a little tired, and the more you look at him, the more you think you can feel it.

Your eyes fall back down to your hands when he moves to stand beside Frank, not feeling ready to meet his eyes yet.

.

Thankfully,  you hear another bell, followed by some light music and everyone looks back.

Karen comes in first, smiling at you when she sees you, walking down the aisle at an easy pace to stand on the opposite side of the aisle from Curtis.

Then, in a casual silver dress, Rebecca, Curtis' bride comes through next.

She looks lovely, even though she isn't dressed to the nines as she will be tomorrow, she still stuns, and you can't help glancing back at Curtis to smile at the way he looks, with his eyes alight with emotion.

Your lip wobbles for a second, watching the couple join hands, and you fight your body, stopping yourself from looking over at him.

You want to, you ache to look, to meet his eyes and have him look at you but you're so scared.

Scared you'll look at him, and there'll be nothing in his eyes when he looks at you.

Frank takes out a red ribbon of some kind and wraps it around the couple's wrists, binding them together.

The ceremony starts, and you try to focus by the words sound muffled in your ear. All you can feel is a deep pull in your stomach, to look at him look at him look at him, and eventually you can't resist, sucking in a deep breath to sneak a glance.

Your heart slams into your ribcage when you find his eyes already on you.

On you is an understatement, his eyes are burning into you, scorching, your stomach flutters and your throat closes because how could someone who doesn't love you look at you like that?

Your lip wobbles yet again, and you look away, feeling your heart ache with the reminder, with the pain of being so close to him and not having him.

You wish it was different, you want him so bad.

Looking up at the moonlit crystals as your eyes fill with tears.

You dab at the corner of your eyes and hope that everyone around passes it off as tears of joy over the wedding.

You take a couple of deep breaths , refocusing on the sweet display of love around you.

.

Agony.

It's all Billy knows.

Since he lost you, he's been in so much pain again and again and again.

He didn't lose you, he was just too much of a coward to hold on to you.

He's not going to make that mistake ever again.

He stands there, with his eyes fixed on you, begging and tugging at the bond, aching for you to look at him again.

He can feel it, and smell it, the waves of distress and frustration and hurt rolling off of you in waves and his wolf is raging in his head.

He's barely in control, the full moon above him tears at his sanity but its every thought of you that holds him together. Each memory of your kiss holds the ripping seams of him intact.

It's what holds his wolf back tonight- the knowledge that he's going to do everything he can to get you back, to comfort you, to keep you safe and happy the way mates deserve to be treated.

That's what you are to him.

His soulmate.

And though the thought scares him, it also liberates him.

The ceremony comes to an end and you swear that when Curtis and Rebecca kiss, the moonstone glows even brighter.

Everyone begins to filter back toward the house slowly, sometimes mingling around to greet one another, or the bride. You sneak another glance at Billy, he and Frank are locked into an intense conversation that stops suddenly when Billy turns around to meet your eyes. You blanch, and as he begins moving in your direction, you look around to find Karen. Desperate, searching, where is she? There.

You're trying to avoid him as best as possible, weaving in and out of small groups of people and gluing yourself to Karen, offering to help her with any extra duties. You smile and willingly help distribute beverages to some of the family and friends while you're aware of Billy looking at you in your peripherals from his spot at the edge of the room.

.

As much as you try, Karen eventually disappears for just long enough for Billy to find his way to your side.

It happens quickly, one moment you're giving out your last beverage and turning to the kitchen, the next, his scent is in your nostrils, your heart is in your throat and his voice is in your ear.

"How have you been?" He asks in greeting.

You wonder if exes usually worry this much about each other. You pause for a moment, trying to figure out how exactly you knew it was worry.

"I'm fine." You say easily, still deep in thought.

"You're not. I know you're not." Is his response.

You look up at him in surprise, his amber eyes meeting yours.

"What do you mean?" You ask, looking into his face and memorising all the details.

Billy casts a look aside, and you do too, seeing Frank's stern gaze, looking angrily at Billy from his spot at Maria's side. You wonder what that is about.

"Let's talk outside." He says, no room for question.

You should say no. You should deny him anything he wants simply because it's him that wants it. He offers his hand out to you, and instead of taking it, you wrap your hands around his forearm so that you don't lose him in the crowd, without actually having to touch his bare skin. He leads you outside, into the chilly garden. You can still hear the soft music and the muffled sounds of laughter coming from inside, and you sit under the little gazebo you saw earlier, he steps a bit away from you, and you hate it, but try to accept it.

"I can smell the frustration on your skin." He says finally, looking out at the garden and not at you. Your eyebrows raise in question.

"So?" You ask casually.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You press your teeth together angrily. How dare he ask a question like that.

"Why are you asking this. What does it matter?"

Billy's heart hurts. Because it matters, of course it matters. He wants you happy, he wants your body hot with the overabundance of orgasms. It's what you deserve.

"I can sense it. Your frustration. And I want to help."

"Help?" You ask curiously.

He nods, "Let me take you back to the hotel. Let me take all that frustration away."

You look at him, really look at him, and your stomach burns with need. This was too good to be true. You don't think you have the strength to say no to him, the craving you have is beyond more than you can bear.

"Is this a joke? Are you joking?" You ask, unable to fathom why he would offer to help you if he broke up with you. Your teeth chatter with fear and rage and need and hurt and everything in between.

He turns to look at you, taking steps to finally sit at your side. His eyes are so dark and open, you feel like you can see right into him. He looks.... almost desperate, needy. You wonder if it's all for you. Probably not. Your shoulders drop.

He senses the denial and groans internalls, tries to fight it by getting his body as close you yours as possible. You close your eyes when his scent wraps around you, feeling a strong pull in your chest, and you can't fight it, pressing your head into his neck- leaning forward until there's no space between you and you finally relax against him.

"I'm pathetic." You murmur into his body.

His arms wrap around you, crushing you into him and you love the way it feels, to be back in his arms once more.

"You're not pathetic. You just need some care and attention, and I want to give it to you."

He noses into your hair, mouth pressing to your ear.

"Wouldn't it feel better if I helped you? If I got on my knees and kissed that pussy the way she deserves to be kissed?"

Your breath stutters at his words, you can feel your body responding to his words.

"You-you don't have to-"

"I want to." He murmurs, cutting you off, "I want to bury my tongue between your thighs and feel the way you pull my hair when I get you off on my tongue. And I don't want anything in return. I just want to help you."

Your eyes flutter, raising your head to look up at his now golden eyes. He's beautiful. He always has been.

"You can't stay." You say, trying to have some semblance of control about the situation, "Please don't make me ask after."

He nods, and you smile, pulling him to a stand.

"I'll meet you at your car. Gotta let my date know where I'm going."

Billy tries not to feel too jealous with you calling Karen your date. He was the one about to warm your bed after all. He smiles, and moves to bid Curtis and his wife farewell, before stepping out to wait at the car.

It's where Frank finds him.

Before Frank can say a word, Billy opens his mouth.

"I'm gonna tell her. Everything. Soon."

Frank's anger dissipates easily. He claps his brother on the back.

"I knew you had some balls somewhere down there, Russo. Welcome back."

Billy rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, now get outta here before I hit you."

.

Karen looks a little worried when you tell her that Billy's taking you home.

"Are you sure?" She asks, eyes staring deep into you.

You give her a smile and a nod.

"I trust him, Kar, I'll be okay."

"Okay," she says after a moment, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

.

Billy's waiting at his car, leaning against the jeep looking very much like the hottest male model on the face of the earth. When he sees you, he gives you a boyish smile, one that sends butterflies scrambling in your stomach in every direction. He opens the passenger door for you, and holds your hand to support you as you enter. He kisses the top of your hand before closing the door.

It feels so normal, and if you close your eyes and take a deep breath, you can imagine that the last three months didn't happen.

The drive starts off quietly, but you can sense that Billy wants to speak, and you wait patiently for him to talk.

"I know I've said it before, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I handled things. I broke up with you like that because I knew I could never do it in person. Truth is, I'm crazy about you, head over heels and it's scary."

You feel anxiety surging through your system and you keep your breathing even. A few moments pass as you try to soothe the feelings inside you.

"I broke up with you because I was scared." He says finally.

You don't look at him, trying to allow his words to sink in.

"I started to feel a way I've never felt before. I- I've had a bad history with people that were supposed to love me, hurting me instead."

You hear his sigh.

"My, entire life, has been one big let down after the next. From my mother, to other people that tried to take advantage of me when I was in the system- the only people I trust, are Curtis and Frank... and it took literal war, to trust them."

He reaches for your hand, and you let him take it, you feel his lips on the back of your hand.

"In my head, I thought I was doing the right thing- the safer thing. I thought a little pain now would save us both leagues of it later."

He waits for a moment, hoping for a response, but you say nothing.

"I'm sorry. You told me that friends don't lie to each other, and I'd really like to be your friend."

More if you'll have me. He adds as an afterthought, but he doesn't want to scare you away.

You try to think, to formulate a response that embodies the way you feel.

"Thanks for telling me," you start, "but I'm not sure if- if I'm ready to forgive you for hurting me. I'm still deciding on that part. I wish you would have talked to me, but I guess I understand that it's hard to trust people, I can't compete with literal war." You say with a small laugh and he squeezes your hand.

"I think I could trust you." He says, pulling into a parking spot, "I don't think I'd need war, but maybe some time."

You smile, "I can give you that, Billy."

When the car switches off, he turns to you, pulling your hand to his chest so that you can feel the muffled thump of his heart.

"You- I- The words are hard to say, but I do want to say them."

Your heart aches for him, and you can't help but lean over the console and pull his face to yours. Your mouths touch hesitantly at first, but only for a second, the chasm of yearning need getting smaller between you.

His lips are... amazing. They feel so good and safe and you can't fight the way you fist his shirt to get more of him. The sparks fly easily, as if they were never gone to begin with. He moans into your mouth and tries to tug you over the console but you're still wearing your seat belt and you squeal in protest when the belt resists his pull.

You break apart with a laugh.

"Sorry. I'm too eager." He confesses and your heart squeezes in your chest.

You quickly unclip the seatbelt and open the car door. He gives you a sinful smile and copies your movements.

Billy wants you so bad that he considers just taking you on the hood of his jeep out in the parking lot, pushing your skirt up and fucking into you while you moan in bliss. He knows you'd let him too, which makes him that much more feverish for you.

He wants this to be special though, he wants to have you completely unwoven and boneless beneath him, and he wants to take his time unravelling you. It's what you deserve.

It's hard to keep still beside you, when all he wants to do- all his wolf is pulling at him to do- is to take you in his arms, and hold you so tightly.

He can't resist when you both step into the elevator, and he wraps an arm around you  pulling your back into his chest and you let out a small sound of excitement.

"I can't get you out of my head." He whispers into your ear, "And I don't think I want to anymore." His arm tightens around your middle until there's no space between you. His beard rubs along the shell of your ear, sending sparks down your spine.

"Is your pussy ready for my tongue, princess? Will you lie back and let me taste you?"

Fuck. Fuck his words are absolute sin.

"Yes, Billy. Please."

He hums in delight, the vibration tickling your ear.

"Good girl." He says, just before the elevator doors open.

You interlace your fingers with his and you pull him along to your room, giggling all the way when he runs a warm hand under your skirt to cup your ass in his hands.

He presses you against your room door and he dips his head to kiss at the tops of your breasts, snatching the key card from your hands and using it to open the door.

You both laugh as you stumble in, kicking off shoes and shedding jackets. He picks you up, hands supporting your ass as he presses your back into the wall. His kisses are needy and mind-blowing, it feels like a much longer time than three months.

"Do you like this dress?" He asks between kisses and you smile.

"I like it, but not that much."

He's moving again, this time to sit your body on the large desk in the room. You look down as he fists the material at the top of your dress in either hand. It tears like paper under the force of his hands and you keen when he immediately attaches his mouth to your collarbone, his teeth elongating, scratching over your skin and he stops when his tongue touches the base of your bite mark. Sparks sizzle through your system at the barest hint of a touch to the scar. You let out a long moan at how good he feels.

He freezes and pulls back to study the silvery lines, deep in thought before he redirects his mouth to yours.

You're so in tuned to him that you think you can almost feel his pleasure, and the way he wants- no not want- the way he needs you.

It's crazy, absolutely insane that your mind can falsify this feeling.

You're hands are tugging at his shirt, feeling the planes if his body as you fumble with the buttons. Eventually, you huff with frustration.

"Do you like this shirt?" You ask seriously and he smiles against your mouth.

"I fuckin' hate this shirt, princess." He mumbles and you giggle into his mouth.

You press your mouth back against his, and you pull at either side of the shirt until the buttons are ripping away and falling to the floor, scattering everywhere haphazardly. He lets out a low hiss at your frantic movements, loving the fact that you want him as much as he wants you. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, biting down a little as you release it. He growls loudly before stripping your bra from your body and moving his hands to his sides to let you slip the shirt off his broad shoulders.

He picks you up then, your soft breasts against his chest and you make a small sound as your body hits the bed.

He wastes no time, covering your body with his, feverishly kissing every inch of you he can get his mouth on. He runs the tip of his tongue slowly over your stiffened nipples, groaning with the way he feels your body arch off the bed.

"I fucking missed these gorgeous tits." He gasps, sucking one peak into his mouth while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. You mewl in bliss.

He continues to cover your body with kisses- even going as far as to kiss the tips of each of your fingers before he's hooked your panties and are sliding them down your legs.

The smell of your cunt hits him, and his mouth waters immediately. He takes a slow breath in, letting your arousal fill every inch of his body. He feels like he's tearing at the seams, and you're the only thing holding him together- and the very reason he's breaking apart. He sees the glow of his eyes reflected in yours. You look at him in awe and adoration.

Billy's knees would wobble if he were on his feet, the sight of you open for him, something he wasn't sure he'd ever get to see again. Every mark and curve on your body, building up into a fierce definition of you. His hands smooth over the outside of your thighs, unable to fathom how he let himself let go of something so soft.

"Billy?" You call out to him in question, curious as to why he stopped kissing you. His gold eyes meet yours, and you watch as they flicker back to their dark brown.

"Princess?" He asks.

"Having second thoughts?" You ask, even though you know that's not true, you know how he feels. Your heart squeeze painfully for a second for no good reason, before he's shaking his head vigorously.

"Never. It's just that- I forgot how soft you were."

You give him a small smile and watch as he hesitantly presses his face into the inside of your thigh. He moans, rubbing his face into your sensitive skin, and you sigh in response and the sight and feel of him nuzzling his face so close to your intimate parts. His beard deals a gentle scratch that makes you let out a moan of his name.

He looks up at you, eyes glowing once more, and gives you a wicked smile, showing off a hint of his fangs, that would drop your panties instantly-if you were wearing any.

"I believe I promised this pussy a kiss." He says, pushing your legs up and apart as far as they will go till you're open for him, you feel your core throb and clench in response of his amber eyes on you.

He carefully drapes one leg over his shoulder but keeps the other one pushed up as he looks at you for a second to make sure that you want this. When you nod your head, he smiles again, licking his lips before lowering his head.

His tongue is warm, and slides against your wet centre embarrassingly easy. You both moan at the first feeling of each other.

His tongue is dextrous, amazing, and doesn't leave an inch of you untouched.

"So good." He pulls back for a moment to moan, before continuing to lick you slowly from entrance to clit, his hands squeezing your thighs firmly.

He whines for a second, before reaching up to grab both of your hands. He puts one of your hands into his hair, and interlocks your other hand in his.

"Bill." You sigh, tugging on his hair gently so that his mouth is back on you.

He licks you slowly for what feels like a really long time, he doesn't speed up, until he knows you're aching for it. The bond between you helps to tell him exactly how much pleasure you're feeling, how much frustration. He lays little licks to your clit to rile you, he wants to make you feel exactly how you make him feel- mindless and needy and aching.

His cock is swollen and leaking in his pants, rutting his hips against the bed and he thinks that making you cum is going to undo him. His movements become more desperate now, remembering the way it felt when you couldn't cum, and he needs to make you feel better, he's desperate to have you cum.

You feel your toes curl, and you know you're close, so close to hitting a peak that you haven't hit in months.

You let out a little gasp of his name.

He hums into your pussy, laying a few expert licks to your clit and it's all you need.

Your hands tighten as your vision goes white. You shatter under his tongue and he uses the same appendage to put you back together. You feel something more, an extra spike of pleasure in the back of your head that has your orgasm stretching into minutes of mindless bliss.

He comes too.

In his pants, like he did once when he was fourteen. Your pleasure sinks into his skin, and it's the first time he's feeling you cum since the night he bit you and the denial from the day before is too fresh and he hasn't cum in literal months. So when he feels his soulmate cum on his tongue as she screams his name, he forgives himself for releasing with you.

Ethereal.

It's the best way to describe his view, your body arched, your mouth open, your breasts moving as you heave in air, and he languidly continues to lick you, the way he knows you love, drawing out your orgasm.

Your fingers are tight in his hair and he feels his cock stir when you pull his head a closer to rut against his tongue a little.

He moans into your pussy, before pulling back with a little smile.

Billy sits up and leans over to kiss you slowly. His mouth tastes like you, and you sigh blissfully into the kiss.

Your head lifts in confusion as he slips off your body and into the bathroom.

"Are you alright, Billy?"

" 'M fine princess, just got a bit carried away."

You sit up, eyes following him as he comes back without his boxers on.

Your eyes drift lower. His cock is soft, where you know it was hard earlier and a question puts itself together in your head.

"Did you-?"

"-Yes." He says swiftly, giving you a shy smile.

Your heart melts and you open your arms, a silent request for a hug.

You know that a few minutes is all he needs before he's able to go again. He crawls into your arms easily, and you love the way he feels against you, his skin is warm, flushed pink with arousal, you run your palms down the muscled expanse of his back and down to his soft behind. He leans more of his weight on you, and you let out a little squeal as your back hits the bed.

"Who said I was finished kissing that pretty cunt?" He murmurs into your ear and you gasp in surprise when he moves down your body once more.

.

"Fuck Billy!" You cry, body arched, fingers wrapped tightly in his hair.

Both of your legs are slung over his shoulder as you have your third orgasm on his tongue.

There's a worry that you're hurting him, with your hand tugging at his hair, you move instead to grip the sheets beneath you.

A grunt of disapproval comes from between your legs before his hand moves from your hip to tug your hand back into his hair.

His tongue doesn't stop its skilled torment, dipping down to your entrance where his other hand is, two of his large fingers pumping into you slowly, scorching you from the inside out.

You're shivering, writhing, gasping for air, unsure how you're still alive after experiencing so much pleasure. Surely, you must be dead by now? No human could have Billy Russo's tongue on them for this long and survive to tell the tale.

"You are-" you gasp. His movements slow to hear your words clearly, but slowing down only succeeds in making you whine.

"Say it, baby." He encourages, a slow lick over your clit.

"You're perfect." You groan mindlessly, unable to think or filter your thoughts.

I love you, you chant in your head, on the brink of another orgasm and too busy gasping for air to speak.

Billy feels a warm tug in his chest, urging him to get as close to you a possible.

His movements speed up, and your fourth orgasm slams into you, sending shockwaves through your body. He takes his time, helping you ride it out on his tongue and fingers. But when he doesn't let up, an indication that he wants another orgasm, you beg.

"Mercy." You gasp, hoping he obliges.

You feel him pause, raising his head.

"What was that, princess?"

"Mercy, please, Billy."

His face comes into your vision.

"Too much?"

"Mmm- hmm." You sigh with a nod of you head.

His hand reaches up to wipe at your teary cheeks.

"Sorry princess, was just trying to make up for those last couple of months."

You let out a little giggle.

"You'll kill me." You say, raising one hand to cup his stubbled cheek.

He leans down to kiss the top of your head, your eyes flutter closed.

"It's what you deserve, baby. 'M just giving you what you're worth."

Another laugh from your mouth, you look up at him, he's smiling along with you.

Your heart wants to burst in your chest, looking up at him, having him here, the way you've been wishing for, for the last few months.

He dips his head, and when his lips meet yours, it feels like the first time all over again. A calm settles over you, cupping his cheeks, silently pleading that he never stops kissing you. His hand leaves warm tingles over your cheek and you sigh blissfully as it trails lower over your neck.

You let out a sharp cry of pleasure as his hand drifts over your bite mark, his thumb pressing into the scar. Billy pulls away in surprise, to watch the way your breathing speeds up as his hand makes contact with the healed bite.

"You alright?" He asks, and you suck in a breath, trying to get your body back under control. His hand moves back up to your cheek, which gives your brain the opportunity to recalibrate itself.

"Sorry," you say between breaths, "That's never happened before."

A soft smile on his face, and he's kissing you again.

You wrap your legs around his hips tighter, pushing your aching core to his erection, he stutters out a moan, one of his hands slip down to grip his cock. He takes his time, kissing your cheeks and forehead, gliding the swollen head of his cock against your clit. His mouth wanders down your neck, and you tilt your head reflexively.

His eyes are glowing again as he lines himself up just right.

"Missed you." He whispers, just before pushing into you.

He slips right in, as if it's where he's always meant to be, filling you so slowly that you can feel every inch of him.

"B- Big." You squeak.

"Shhh, princess, I know. Let me take care of you." He leans down to kiss your bite, groaning when he feels you clench hard around him, a stuttered sound of pleasure leaving your throat.

He pushes in inch by inch, rocking his hips to let your wetness coat him well enough before moving in another inch.

Your nails scratch at his back, bearing down when he goes deeper, and holding him in place when he pulls out.

"So good for me, baby, doing so good. Gripping me so tight. I might come later just from the memory of this."

You groan helplessly, unable to say another word as his cock rubs you just right, for just long enough, and you can scream from how good it feels.

"Billy" You say his name in warning, trying to let him know, but your voice gets trapped in your throat.

"I know, princess, let go for me. Give me what I've been dreaming of."

His thrusts grow a little rougher, his beard scratching your ear as you listen to his deep grunts and groans while he pumps his cock into you.

It's too much and not enough, it's white hot and ice cold and it temporarily blinds you when you come.

You can't stop shaking, your entire body exploding around him. You grip the back of his head to pull his face into your neck, groaning blissfully as he kisses gently over your bite scar. Sparks dance over your skin and you come to the realisation that your bite mark is sensitive to his touch.

"You're amazing, baby." Billy groans into your neck, the heat of his breath sending new tingles down your spine.

You groan as he resumes rocking into you. There's something about the ample size of his cock, pressing every inch of you open until he feels like he's deep inside you that's so potent- you swear you can feel everything he's feeling- right on the tip of your tongue. You tug at the sensation, like there's a cord connecting you to him and he groans, his thrusts growing harsher.

"It's all for you." Billy murmurs inexplicably, "It's always going to be all for you."

The words fill your chest, spills over. You say his name like praise, like devotion.

Like love.

He raises his head from your neck with a gasp, his eyes are amber rimmed, his fangs are bared for you to see.

You can't help tilting your head to the side, hoping for another bite. If he notices, he doesn't oblige, gripping your jaw instead to press his lips to yours.

"I'm close." He gasps into your mouth, and your nails press into his shoulders, indicating that you're the same.

With a few powerful thrusts, he roars, his body shuddering as he releases right into you, filling you to the brim with his cum. He pants hotly into your mouth, thrusting a few more times and watching as you come undone once more on his cock.

You pulse around him, encouraging every drop of cum he has to fill you. Billy feels so good, like the best version of himself as he slips out of you, kissing you eagerly.

You return his kisses eagerly, remembering in the back of your head, what you made him agree to before starting this endeavour.

"Don't make me say it." You murmur against his mouth, he pauses, to look up at you, you heart beginning to ache slowly in your chest.

"You promised," you reminded him, "Please don't make me ask again, I don't think I have the strength."

You wanted him to leave.

You'd made him agree to leave after and like a pathetic fool, eager for any crumb of your attention, he'd accepted.

He was feeling it now, the pain of what you were asking.

You wanted him to leave. You hadn't really forgiven him yet.

So many things float through his mind, at the forefront, is pain.

You wanted him to leave.

"Billy." You urge, his eyes dart to meet yours, he can sense how hard it is for you, but he knows you're probably still trying to hold onto any semblance of control that you still can.

He resigns himself to it, nodding with a sigh.

"I promised." He agrees, leaning down to impart one final kiss to your lips. His heart feels like it's soaring and plummeting all at the same time.

His eyes fall to the silvery scar on your neck as he pulls away from you. You raise your head to watch him. He reaches for his shirt, and then his pants, going commando instead of wearing his cum-soaked boxers. He feels a little used, but he tries not to let it get to him- it's the least he deserves after all.

It hurts to watch him leave, but you know it's what's best for you. You're not going to fall back into his arms so easily, not after the ways he's hurt you. You let it hurt, reminding yourself that this is necessary.

At the door, he pauses when you say his name.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" You ask, extending an olive branch in hopes that this hasn't made him resent you in any way.

He sucks in a deep breath, you gulp, noting his eyes are extra glassy.

He gives you a nod, and a hopeful smile.

"Tomorrow." He confirms, before he's out the door.

Gone.

Leaving you behind on the bed you've just made love on, his cum still damp between your thighs.

You suck in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting it all out.

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