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Stacy
It's the next day and we’re having sex for the second time today. He spent some time outside with some of the other pack members discussing things to do with their security concerns, concerns because of my presence, my brother. As much as Grey insists that I shouldn’t feel bad about how much my presence here has thrown things into chaos, I can’t help it.
I went through the bag of clothing Bailey sent me and they didn’t seem remotely like old clothes. They’re nicer than anything I’ve ever owned. I spent the morning cleaning the house and alternating between being stressed and imagining a future here. A beautiful life with Grey Blackwood. With things I’ve never allowed myself to imagine having. But every daydream is shadowed by my guilt over the things I’ve done, over my fear that it’ll all be ripped away either by my brother or by fate intervening and giving Grey someone more worthy of him than me.
Beyond that, the guilt of having so much good food to eat, clean water to drink and bathe in – it stings because of those I care about going without. There’s also the worry that those I care for are being punished because I failed at my “mission”.
It’s all so much. But his touch which comes often, makes me temporarily forget. So does his purr.
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It’s the third time, and a hot spring of sensation erupts from my body, from between my legs, from my breasts, my throat, all at once and this geyser saturates everything, everything in me, around me. I’m flooded by liquid, by heat, by the soul-altering trembling of all the incredible nerve endings Greyson discovered in me. They’re all his. I’m all his. Entirely, completely. And there is his throat. Tan. Muscled. Right here in front of me. And I’m pulled out of the moment because I chicken out.
Guilt hits me but almost immediately, purrs coax me into that ooey-gooey, relaxed state instead.
I’m thinking maybe I’ll work up the nerve to bite him next time and thinking about maybe initiating that ‘next time’ a few minutes after we finish, but he suddenly bolts from beside me telling me there’s an emergency.
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