[ the door catches his fall, and then greer is on him, grinding her knee right against his very obvious, very much aching erection, and it's perfect, so perfect, just like that night five years ago when they'd clawed at each other in an attempt to stitch up their mutual tattered hearts. they'd been like feral animals then, his emotions dragging him by the leash, and despite the careful control he's been forced to practice as he rose higher in rank at ash's side, the impulse of his desire has him now just like it did back then. he's thoughtless when he grasps her, his only aim to drag her clothes off so he can get his hands on her bare skin.
she whisks out of his grasp, and β oh, yeah. that's fucking wretched. ]
I would prefer the pain.
[ ash plays games like this, the ones where embry always ends up on his knees, or tied to a chair, or blindfolded with his hands behind his back. he pretends all of ash's commands and denials and punishments are hurdles he can best, but he knows before he even begins that he'll lose every time. and the worst part is, he wants to. there's something damaged in him that wants to be broken, wants to be punished, wants the pain every single time.
he and greer are both of a kind. they both like the pain, both crave the punishment. theyβre on more equal footing with each other than they are with ash, and maybe that makes her more dangerous, not less. he watches the first two buttons pop open, halting his step forward as she matches him with a step back. fine. she can set the rules. ]
You want me to beg? [ a wolfish grin passes over his face as he lifts one aristocratic brow. ] Please, oh, please, Ms. Galloway, let me see your tits.
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she whisks out of his grasp, and β oh, yeah. that's fucking wretched. ]
I would prefer the pain.
[ ash plays games like this, the ones where embry always ends up on his knees, or tied to a chair, or blindfolded with his hands behind his back. he pretends all of ash's commands and denials and punishments are hurdles he can best, but he knows before he even begins that he'll lose every time. and the worst part is, he wants to. there's something damaged in him that wants to be broken, wants to be punished, wants the pain every single time.
he and greer are both of a kind. they both like the pain, both crave the punishment. theyβre on more equal footing with each other than they are with ash, and maybe that makes her more dangerous, not less. he watches the first two buttons pop open, halting his step forward as she matches him with a step back. fine. she can set the rules. ]
You want me to beg? [ a wolfish grin passes over his face as he lifts one aristocratic brow. ] Please, oh, please, Ms. Galloway, let me see your tits.