Summer whimpered back, “Mhmm.” It felt a little strange — they’d never really experimented with submissiveness or control like this, but very quickly he found himself melting under the hard thrusts, body accommodating more and more. Entirely involuntary moans and whimpers escaped, no matter how hard he bit his lips.
“Please pleasepleaseplease … ” The empath broke off in a wail as climax exploded up his spine.
Now he understood what Summer had been feeling earlier when Isaac had been the one to bottom. Of course, he and female Summer had done this on plenty of occasions before, but never in this position, and never had he managed to control the other like this — he’d initially been doubtful of it, unsure if he would like dominating him like this, but he was loving it. Rendering the other male into incomprehensible noises, Isaac smirked against his neck and sped up his hips, rocking harshly into him now.
Now he struggled a bit, wanting the room to rock more. But Isaac held him fast, using him. He could kick his feet, and that was about all. “God you’re so … ” He couldn’t decide which word he wanted, with Isaac driving pleasure into his body every second.
Summer whined, twisting his wrists gently in Isaac’s hold, but there was no way he was going to break a werewolf’s grip — especially not when that werewolf was making love to him. After a moment and a vague growl, though, he submitted to Isaac’s control, relaxing into the sensations.
Biting down gently on the back of Summer’s neck, Isaac sped up his movement until the bed was shaking with each thrust, his hands tightening around the boy’s wrists as he snapped his hips into his body. “S’good, so good…”
Summer whimpered back, “Mhmm.” It felt a little strange — they’d never really experimented with submissiveness or control like this, but very quickly he found himself melting under the hard thrusts, body accommodating more and more. Entirely involuntary moans and whimpers escaped, no matter how hard he bit his lips.
“Please pleasepleaseplease … ” The empath broke off in a wail as climax exploded up his spine.
Her return smile was brilliant, and she tugged him closer, kissing him back and then again, winding her arms around his neck. “When you propose to me you’ll have to do a better job,” she teased, cheeks pink.
“I hope you don’t mind stuttering,” he mumbled against her lips, looking a little worried at the thought of purchasing her ring, for both finding the right one, as well as the cost. Arching up into the kiss, he found his hands in her hair again and he shivered against her.
“You won’t stutter,” Summer assured him, trailing kisses along his cheek. She nosed into his hair, making happy noises. “Because you’re perfect and adorable and lovely and mine.”
“Sometimes I can’t understand why.” She arched a little, pressing into his hands, urging him onward, inward.
“Because you make me laugh and smile, and I feel safe with you and I always want to make you feel like the most important, most loved woman in the world,” he stated a little helplessly, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to her centre, breathing out harshly.
Feeling his breath flow over her, she trembled with a soft whimper. “You say the most beautiful things.”
The empath was incapable of answering, digging his hands into the bed to try and keep from sliding, and rocking back with as much force. He finally managed to arrange himself where he could get a hand to his own cock and not get shoved onto his face, and whimpered with relief.
“No,” Isaac suddenly stated softly as he realised just what Summer was trying to do, and allowing the other male only a moment of relief, Isaac snaked his hand under his boyfriend’s body to grab at his wrist, pulling it out and pinning both of his arms just inches away from his body. “You’re going to come just from this,” he added on after a moment, gradually speeding up his movements, rocking into him a little harder.
Summer whined, twisting his wrists gently in Isaac’s hold, but there was no way he was going to break a werewolf’s grip — especially not when that werewolf was making love to him. After a moment and a vague growl, though, he submitted to Isaac’s control, relaxing into the sensations.
Summer glanced down, shyly, then back up at him, biting at her lip. She gave tiny little nods, watching him with wide eyes and hopeful eyebrows. “I — I don’t want you to feel rushed,” she said, words tumbling out of her mouth. “Or, or pressured or anything, you’re still in high school and I’m only in college and we’re not old enough but maybe, you know, in the future, if you still wanted to be with me … “
“I just…I’ve never planned that far ahead, I never imagined that…” His breath hitched, and his smile only widened further at her babbling, leaning in to kiss her sweetly on the lips. “I love you, Summer, and nothing would make me happier than spending our lives and futures together. I’ll always want to be with you, okay?”
Her return smile was brilliant, and she tugged him closer, kissing him back and then again, winding her arms around his neck. “When you propose to me you’ll have to do a better job,” she teased, cheeks pink.
Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
Both women turned to him, faintly amused. “So providing for you doesn’t gain us anything?” Summer inquired. Then she waved her hand. “No, never mind that, because clearly it didn’t and doesn’t. I was going to wait a few days for this, but now’s as good a time as any, really.” She gave Spring a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
Spring, as unruffled as ever, gazed after the departing redhead with cool green eyes, then gestured at the examining table. “How have you been eating? Are you in any physical pain? Any cuts or marks you didn’t show me yesterday?”
Derek huffed and very nearly pouted, more scowled as Summer flitted from the room. “What’s she playing at? Should I feel bad now because of those digs at me? I don’t know how to function here! I’m used to being treated as subhuman, as scum, beat and electrocuted, and because I’ve been a grand total of maybe 16 hours without that I’m supposed to be grateful and open up about trusting people!” he burst out in a low roar.
He huffed again at her calm and scowled from the corner, not going to the table, not wanting to sit and be prodded at right now. “I’m fine. Eating. Following vague people around in a strange place.” The last question he paused before answering. “It’s nothing that isn’t working on healing,” he murmured and shrank back to the corner a bit more.
Spring waited until he’d fallen to silence again before speaking. “Some that we bring here respond better to simple kindness than others. When we find one who doesn’t, Summer takes it as a personal … insult. She wishes you not to hurt.” Perching on the edge of the table, the blonde simply watches him.
“That’s a bit of an assumption, isn’t it? Maybe I just thought you looked lonely. Or interesting. Or mysterious. Maybe I wanted to offer you something.”
❛whatever you’ve got to offer better be worth my time.❜
“Only you can be the judge of that. I hear you’re a man of some influence in this part of town, so I’d like to tender an invitation to my grand opening party.”
