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out of her mind. She doesn’t want to question what this is or what it means; all she wants is to feel it, to feel him.
Ashton holds onto her, squeezing her lean body as she rides him. He closes her gasping mouth in a kiss, greedy for her, wanting all of her at once. Their eyes lock, and they both know that there’s no more waiting. Ashton lifts her up so both legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in even deeper to her. She cries out as she reaches her shuddering end. She convulses around him as he plunges inside of her one last time, spurting his satisfaction.
Gently, so gently, he sets her feet back onto the floor, and she’s surprised she manages to stay upright after the orgasm that has just wrecked her body.
“I’m glad you couldn’t stay away,” Sofie says quietly into his ear, as everything comes back into focus.
Ashton pulls his head back so that he can look at her, and the smile that plays on his lips is so innocent and so purely happy that she wishes she could bottle it and give it back to him for those moments when he feels like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. It’s as if their argument that morning hadn’t happened, or perhaps it is more like their feelings for each other go beyond any disagreement they could ever have. They soap each other down in the shower, laughing and joking, acting like a normal new couple, the kind of people that make other couples sick with jealousy. It’s in these moments together that nothing feels like it could come between them.
But that’s just what they are: moments. They’re times when they’re isolated from the rest of the world. When it’s just the two of them everything is so much simpler. But it’s not real; it’s not real life, and they both know that. However, neither of them will say it out loud, as if admitting it would break the spell.
“Cut me a break, would you?” Ashton asks, as he pulls on his t-shirt, his wet hair all sexily mussed. “Lock your door, that way I won’t have to be worrying about you all night.” He looks at her until she nods solemnly.
“Why, good sir, I didn’t know you cared.” Sofie uses her best Southern belle voice as she manages a curtsey despite only wearing a towel and a smile.
Ashton’s smile in response doesn’t reach his eyes, and he stares at her for a beat too long. “Didn’t you?” He doesn’t wait for her reply before slipping out, closing the door softly behind him.
Sofie feels a pang as Ashton leaves, but she knows he has to go. He’s still training one of the younger wolves to turn when he wants to instead of when the moon tells him to. The night is his time; his time to run in the woods and let the animal inside of him out. It’s something that she can’t share with him and that hurts her more than she would have thought possible.
CHAPTER FIVE
She barely sleeps all night. What little time she manages to doze is haunted by dreams of wolves and blood and blackness. When Sofie arrives to site the next morning, she feels like she’s on autopilot.
The charmingly small nature of Beaumont wore thin that morning when Sofie realized that there was only one bank in the whole town. A bank that closes on Wednesdays, all day. Today is Wednesday. She hammers on the door but the lights stay off and the CLOSED sign remains. She leans her forehead against the cool glass of the door, trying to think clearly; but, panic has already set in. She stuffs her card into the ATM machine, punching in her code incorrectly twice before gaining access to her account. She breathes a sigh of relief as she presses the maximum she can take out, $400.
She waits, tapping her foot impatiently, thinking to herself how she can get her hands on the rest of the money before the bank opens tomorrow. Perhaps the collectors would give her one more day, just this once, if she explains. Perhaps they’d be reasonable. However, she also knows how remote that possibility is. She knows what they’re like. They’ve
Ashton holds onto her, squeezing her lean body as she rides him. He closes her gasping mouth in a kiss, greedy for her, wanting all of her at once. Their eyes lock, and they both know that there’s no more waiting. Ashton lifts her up so both legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in even deeper to her. She cries out as she reaches her shuddering end. She convulses around him as he plunges inside of her one last time, spurting his satisfaction.
Gently, so gently, he sets her feet back onto the floor, and she’s surprised she manages to stay upright after the orgasm that has just wrecked her body.
“I’m glad you couldn’t stay away,” Sofie says quietly into his ear, as everything comes back into focus.
Ashton pulls his head back so that he can look at her, and the smile that plays on his lips is so innocent and so purely happy that she wishes she could bottle it and give it back to him for those moments when he feels like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. It’s as if their argument that morning hadn’t happened, or perhaps it is more like their feelings for each other go beyond any disagreement they could ever have. They soap each other down in the shower, laughing and joking, acting like a normal new couple, the kind of people that make other couples sick with jealousy. It’s in these moments together that nothing feels like it could come between them.
But that’s just what they are: moments. They’re times when they’re isolated from the rest of the world. When it’s just the two of them everything is so much simpler. But it’s not real; it’s not real life, and they both know that. However, neither of them will say it out loud, as if admitting it would break the spell.
“Cut me a break, would you?” Ashton asks, as he pulls on his t-shirt, his wet hair all sexily mussed. “Lock your door, that way I won’t have to be worrying about you all night.” He looks at her until she nods solemnly.
“Why, good sir, I didn’t know you cared.” Sofie uses her best Southern belle voice as she manages a curtsey despite only wearing a towel and a smile.
Ashton’s smile in response doesn’t reach his eyes, and he stares at her for a beat too long. “Didn’t you?” He doesn’t wait for her reply before slipping out, closing the door softly behind him.
Sofie feels a pang as Ashton leaves, but she knows he has to go. He’s still training one of the younger wolves to turn when he wants to instead of when the moon tells him to. The night is his time; his time to run in the woods and let the animal inside of him out. It’s something that she can’t share with him and that hurts her more than she would have thought possible.
CHAPTER FIVE
She barely sleeps all night. What little time she manages to doze is haunted by dreams of wolves and blood and blackness. When Sofie arrives to site the next morning, she feels like she’s on autopilot.
The charmingly small nature of Beaumont wore thin that morning when Sofie realized that there was only one bank in the whole town. A bank that closes on Wednesdays, all day. Today is Wednesday. She hammers on the door but the lights stay off and the CLOSED sign remains. She leans her forehead against the cool glass of the door, trying to think clearly; but, panic has already set in. She stuffs her card into the ATM machine, punching in her code incorrectly twice before gaining access to her account. She breathes a sigh of relief as she presses the maximum she can take out, $400.
She waits, tapping her foot impatiently, thinking to herself how she can get her hands on the rest of the money before the bank opens tomorrow. Perhaps the collectors would give her one more day, just this once, if she explains. Perhaps they’d be reasonable. However, she also knows how remote that possibility is. She knows what they’re like. They’ve
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