Bitten twice shy (the change series 3 )

Chapter 12: Don’t run from me

Trick

I was so f.ucking p.issed off with Molly for running off without saying anything, all my worst fears had hit me, I thought my old pack had taken her, which was irrational because there was no way they would have made it onto the pack ranch without Grayson being alerted, but I wasn’t thinking rationally because I was terrified something awful had happened to her.

Naturally, I yelled at her, my temper had never been my strong suit, by now I would be punching walls and being aggressive, I wasn’t much better than Grayson when it came to my temper, but I couldn’t be like that with Molly, she had her hands over her ears and was rocking on her feet, the more I yelled, the less she would hear me and the more upset she got. When she hit the side of her head I grabbed her wrist and stopped her, taking a deep breath to calm myself I lowered my voice and said, “I’m sorry, I won’t yell anymore, but we are going to talk about this.”

She didn’t respond, so I sat down on the kitchen chair and said, “I’ll give you a few minutes to regulate, and then we are talking about this.”

It took her twenty minutes before she was ready to talk, and then I turned to her and said, “I don’t want you ever running off like that again, do you understand?”

“I needed to be alone.”

“Because I wouldn’t hold you?”

She shrugged, and I grew annoyed, “you have to talk to me Molly, I don’t always know what you’re thinking. I was holding you most of the night like I always do, but sometimes I get too hot, and I get uncomfortable, I just wanted a few minutes to lay how I want and to cool down, why did that upset you?”

She shrugged again, and I had to c.rack my neck to stay calm. “Molly, talk.”

She wouldn’t look at me, but she quietly said, “you’ll think it’s stupid.”

“Tell me.”

Shifting slightly she said, “I feel safe in your arms, and I like the pressure of being held, it’s become part of my routine to have you hold me all night, I’m sorry, I know it’s clingy and annoying, that’s why I came here, so I could cry on my own and try to calm myself, it was too embarrassing to do it in front of you over something so stupid.”

I lost some of my anger and gently held her hands in mine. “Look at me Molly.”

When she looked up at me, I said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it had become routine for you, I know how important routine is for you and I didn’t know I was part of that now, you need to talk to me and tell me these things.”

“But you don’t like holding me all night.”

“I do like holding you darling, and I love that it makes you feel safe, but sometimes I need a little space, so how about we come up with a routine involving me holding you that works for both of us?”

“Like what?”

“Like, maybe we set an alarm, when we go to bed I can hold you for four hours and then the rest of the night after the alarm goes off I get to sleep without you in my arms, but you can still cuddle up to my back if you want, and when it’s morning, and we wake up we can have as much cuddling as you want, is that fair?”

“You would do that for me?” She whispered.

“Of course I would, I love you and I want to make you happy, that’s my job as your mate.”

“I want to make you happy too, I know I’m not easy to be with.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m happy, and I knew being with you would come with its challenges, but we will work through them together, as long as we have strong and clear communication, no more running off.”

“But—” I interrupted her, “no buts Molly, you don’t ever run off again and that’s me giving you an order as your second in command not your mate.”

“I thought you don’t like dominating people?” She mumbled.

Sighing, I sat back against the chair, laced my hands at the back of my head and looked up at the ceiling. “I will be dominating when I need to be, and when I said I don’t like domination I meant sexually.”

“So you won’t s.pank me?”

I laughed at her blunt question and said, “domination isn’t my favourite thing, but if you like it then I’ll do it.”

“Only for s**x?” She asked.

I looked at her and rose my eyebrow, “why? Would you like me to s.pank you now for running off?”

The way she squirmed in her seat and couldn’t meet my eyes let me know she did. Sitting up, I leaned forward on my knees and said, “you know I would never hurt you, right? I would never hit you.”

“I know.”

“Then why would you want me to s.pank you when I’m angry?”

“Because it might lead to s**x, and then you won’t be angry with me anymore.”

“Molly,” I laughed, but she looked at me with a deadly serious face and said, “don’t laugh, it’s a kink of mine, I like the thought of you all angry and telling me off and then having s**x with me.”

I don’t know if she explained that in the greatest terms, but I knew by what she said that she was one of those women who were heavily into being dominated, I didn’t know what that entailed, or if I would feel comfortable doing it, it depended on what IT was.

“You like aggressive stuff?” I asked.

She grew bashful and said, “I didn’t like watching you hurt that poor man, but part of me found it really hot how you dominated him and then his girlfriend and made him sit there while you had s**x with her while she was bent over his lap.”

I rose my eyebrow, “you liked my bad boy attitude?”

She nodded.

“You know I was a vile c.unt back then, right?”

“I know,” she whispered and even more quietly said, “and I know you wouldn’t have liked me back then when you were bad.”

“I’m still that same man, you know.”

When she looked up at me, I explained, “that horrible part of me is still here, it’s still me, I just hide it better these days, I work hard not to let it spill out and control my life like it used to, but the rage and the hate, it’s still all in here.”

“Are you still mad at me?” She whispered.

“Do you want me to be?”

“Only if it ends with s.ex.”

I choked on a laugh and quickly stopped myself at her serious face.

Patting my leg, I said, “come here.”

She came over to me, and I made her lay across my lap, she was still in her nightie and I slid it up and over her a.ss and pulled her panties down until her a.ss cheeks were bare for me.

“You’ve been such a bad girl for me,” I felt stupid talking dirty but if she enjoyed it, I’d do it.

“Sorry,” she smiled.

“Not sorry enough,” I s.lapped her a.ss hard and then stroked it.

She gasped in pleasure, so I s.lapped it again and again telling her what a bad girl she was.

“I’m your second in command, you know what that means, don’t you?” I said smacking her a.ss again.

“What?” She moaned.

“I’m going to have to punish you.”

“Don’t hurt me.”

“I might have to hurt you a little darling, I intend to leave your p*****. sore after I’m done with you.”

“No scary sharp tools,” she bit her lip and I realised she was role playing, clearly Natasha had been teaching her a lot.

“No, not for you baby, you’re lucky I find you cute, no one else would get off so lightly, I’m going to play with you and use your tight p*****. to pleasure myself.” I s.panked her again and moved my hand down, sliding my finger inside of her wetness, even one finger and I could feel the tightness of her around it, gripping it, my c***k grew hard and I slowly fingered her.

“Faster, more rough,” she moaned.

“Are you not sore from last night anymore?”

“No.”

I slipped a second finger inside of her and f.ingered her roughly, shoving them in and out of her as hard and fast as I could, she was moaning and panting, and I wondered if she could take a third finger, it was a little more effort, but I got it inside and continued roughly fingering her, within minutes she was crying out and panting, I watched as she squirted all over my fingers and my lap, I kept going, and she squirted more for me.

“f***k, that’s so f.ucking hot,” I breathed.

“What?” She moaned as the last waves of her o.rgasm left her.

“You s.quirting, I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Neither did I.”

“I’m f.ucking you and I want you squirting on my c.ock.” I picked her up making her giggle and carried her over to the kitchen table, I sat her on the edge of it and shoved myself roughly inside of her.

I had only ever been with one other female who squirted, Ellie, so like I did with her, I focused on Molly’s g-spot, I usually did anyway, but today I paid extra attention, I f.ucked her hard on the table and held on to her ceiling pot rack and leaned my other hand on the table f.ucking her so hard I was balls deep inside of her, my balls s.lapping against her hard as I pounded her, I was sweating and close, I moaned loudly for her, and lost rhythm as I grew close, she came the same time I did and squirted for me like I wanted, I came inside her and combined with her squirting my come dripped out of her p*****. onto the floor, it was a mess, and we were still in the throes of it when someone gasped, “oh my!”

I looked over and saw Ellie f.ucking standing in the doorway. I quickly pulled away from Molly and smacked the back of my head on the pots above me. “f***k!” I rubbed my head and quickly pulled my jeans up and pulled Molly’s nightie down.

“What the f***k are you doing in here?” I asked breathlessly and caught off guard.

“I was down here visiting Reese and asked Grayson where you were, he said I would probably find you here at Molly’s.”

“What? I don’t want to see you, and how did you even get in?”

“The door was unlocked, I didn’t expect to walk in and see what I just saw.” I looked at her and noticed her trying to hide how p.issed off she was seeing us have s**x, I don’t know why she cared, Ellie was beautiful, supermodel looks with white blonde hair that reached her waist, the typical lean and slender frame of a female werewolf, tall with long legs, ice blue eyes like mine and full lips, she was beyond stunning and could have any man she wanted, so I don’t know why she was so bothered about me, we had been in a relationship only for a few months, barely a year, I had never loved her, and she had never said she loved me. I didn’t understand her obsession with me or getting back together with me.

I helped Molly down off the table, I knew how insecure she was over Ellie, so I put my arm around her making a show to both her and Ellie that she was who I wanted, I was hers and nothing was going to change that.

My hand was hanging over her shoulder and she reached up lacing her fingers through mine. I kissed the side of her head and looked over at Ellie, “you can leave, I don’t want you here.”