I should be repulsed, like I was before, but I’m not. It’s Tyson. Not a monster, just Tyson. That’s who he is. Man. Wolf. Both.
I’m not over what happened, though, being taken like that in front of everyone.
So, why the heck am I so horny?
I squirm against his cock. It wakes. I slide over it a little and know I’m coating it with my juices. And with his juices, too, because I didn’t get out of bed after the last time and so I fell asleep messy. Really messy.
His eyes open and he smiles.
I look away.
He catches my jaw with his hand. He cups it tenderly and kisses me.
“You’re still so angry with me, aren’t you, my only?”
My chin quivers.
“But you want my cock.”
“And your eyes have gone purple again.”
I squeeze my eyes shut tight.
This is humiliating.
He slides it inside, then turns me to my back.
“There’s a leaf in your hair, beautiful Ivy,” he softly tells me, plucking a green leaf from my hair and tossing it.
His hand grazes down my boob to my hip and then he reaches behind my knee and lifts my leg as he slides inside.
My mouth drops open. I absorb the sensation.
He moves down and then slams inside hard.
I whimper.
“You know why you want my cock so much?”
I say nothing.
“Even though you’re angry?” he adds.
I gulp.
“Because you’re mine.” He slams in again and then there’s the fullness increasing, there’s the pulsing action, and yep… there are convulsions on my part as I splinter apart.
His eyes glow with heat as he bites his lip, rocking into me, enjoying the sensations he’s getting.
“Because you’re in heat, my little one. This cum that’s filling you, it might be making children for us. What will we name them?” He caresses my face.
I keep crying out, realize I’m looking into his eyes instead of avoiding his gaze, and then I’m spent.
He finishes, then flips me so that he can gather me on top of him again.
I listen to his heart beating. I fall asleep to it.
And then I jolt awake, feeling like it’s only been a minute, but I’m in the bed alone.
I sit up, pulling the blankets over my nakedness. I’m in a soggy mess of messed-up bedlinens. I need a shower.
I get up, wrapping the sheet around myself and head to the bathroom, remembering there’s only one clean towel left.
We need to buy more towels.
He. Not we.
My face goes hot and I stomp to the bathroom, pissed off.
***
Our eyes meet.
He’s there, at the kitchen table, talking on a phone that’s not my phone in his lounge pants, barefoot and all his muscles on display. He’s wearing a ponytail. It seems he’s taken to the ponytail since I gave him one the night of the strawberry moon party.
I defiantly and snottily twist so that my nose is straight up in the air, so he knows all is definitely not forgiven, and I storm the rest of the short walk to the bathroom. I slam the door for emphasis. And lock it.
I drop the sheet and the towel and sit on the toilet with a harrumph.
Yep, I actually make that noise.
I know I’m being ridiculous, but I’m sort of pissed at myself. Why have I let him fuck me?
I’m not over what happened. How can I be?
Am I actually in heat? I reach over to my makeup bag by the sink and pull out my birth control pack, pop a pill out of the blister pack, and take it.
No way am I ovulating. The pill is over 99% effective when used correctly. I am always sure to use it correctly.
Even when my heart shattered the other day, I took my damn birth control pill at my usual time because it is programed into my brain to do so.
52
Tyson
“Every mated female, huh? Interesting.”
Apparently, the pack’s females go into heat on a similar cycle. Even the ones no longer in their childbearing years. It’s something that can happen according to certain moon cycles and this post strawberry moon phase seems to have love in the air.
I marked the perimeter yesterday. When she got outside, it was as if my scent slammed into her and made her wet for me. That’s exactly how it felt.
I’m on the phone with Greyson who called to check in on things. I’ve also had a cell phone words message from Bailey, from my mother, and from my Aunt Lucy, all telling me hello or that they hope all is well and offering to help, should me or Ivy need anything.
“We have word from the coven connected to Drowsy Hollow, Ty,” Greyson tells me. “Riley, Mason, and I are meeting with them the day after tomorrow.”
“Oh.”
“Yep, we should have some news soon. Once we do, if it seems like a good move, we’d like to have a meeting with all council alphas in the community hall. You bring Ivy. Mase brings Amelia. We’re all there to break things up if things go sideways.”