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The eclectic scents of the forest mingled with a strong reek of defiance. It had all the distinct and peculiar notes of Wednesday’s ironclad will.
Enid also picked up on the perfume of several wolves, each of them pungent and grotesque in their own way.
One of them smelled of fast food — like grease-covered meat and oil.
Another stank like too much of a popular cologne that was a favorite among alphas.
A few others were more unique, but recognizable:
Tangerines, cedar, mint.
Bug spray, cheddar, jalapeño jerky.
Pizza, spices, vanilla.
Fresh cut grass, sun tan lotion, candy.
Outrage and shock slowed Enid down. The scents made her drop from two legs onto four in the fastest transformation of her life. Her brothers were conspiring with Wednesday’s assailants, and Lila’s light powdery pheromones also hit her nose in the breeze.
“Damn it, we can’t even touch a braid on Wednesday’s head,” lamented Clay Winters, one of the alphas from the soccer team. He was the one who had doused himself in the excessive cologne to cover a layer of sweat. “There’s a wolf’s claim on her neck!”
Wednesday sat in the dirt at the foot of a thick tree. Between her position and Enid’s was a blazing bonfire that could decimate the whole forest if it got out of hand.
“It must have been Enid,” Lila stated, sticking out of her chest as she peered down at the mark on Wednesday’s throat. “We would break every pack rule if we harmed one of our own. Now Wednesday counts as a claimed omega. We have to wait until Enid’s bite fades before we can carry out our duties.”
“It doesn’t matter if the bite fades, you idiot. A claim is still a claim, even after it heals. We can’t harm her now at all!” Clay snapped at Lila with the same aggression he used on the field with his teammates. He seemed upset that he had to play nice and snarled at Wednesday when he failed to intimidate her just by posturing.
Wednesday stared up at him with the same bored expression that Enid had come to love whenever trouble was afoot.
Nobody could rattle Wednesday, and the less she reacted, the more it pissed Clay off.
“That was never part of the plan,” Dax interrupted with more of an air of authority. “We were only asked to bring her here, and now we have.”
“So what are we supposed to do, just wait?” Miles asked, dragging his feet over some loose stones by the edge of the trees.
“We’ll stand guard until she arrives, and then she’ll reward us handsomely.” Clay spoke of a mysterious woman rapturously as he paced around and searched the distance for the one who had clearly instructed them to attack.
Wednesday glared up at him darkly, fearless and unbothered by the conversation on the subject of harming her. “If I had known it would only take a little poison to turn you all into a bunch of lap dogs, I would have concocted something myself.”
“Shut up!” Clay barked with an unsettling gleam in his eyes which went beyond normal nocturnal vision. The yellowish glow was more of a bloodshot red and his face was peppered all over in sweat. “You don’t understand. You’re not part of a pack.”
Enid treaded over the pine needles and slinked behind another tree to get to a better vantage point. She crawled into a hollow log on her belly and counted the number of werewolves who were under the influence of the poison. Some of them seemed to be checked out rather than actively participating.
“Wednesday is in heat. Only omegas go into heat. Doesn’t that make her one of us?” Miles shook his head over the conundrum and his eyes sparkled with an inquisitiveness that he still possessed despite being infected.
While everyone continued to debate Wednesday’s status as a pack member, the trees began to rustle all around them as if a wind had blown through. The air itself was still, though all of the foliage moved and then there was a temporary void of oxygen.
In the midst of the gathering, a cloaked woman appeared with arms so pale they were translucent. Blue-red veins stuck out on every visible limb, and her eyes were nothing more than empty sockets with a tangle of pulpy excess hanging out.
The woman held her hands out, palms upturned, and the gathering of werewolves’ all encroached with soft whines of subservience. Clay pushed his way to the front and pressed his cheek into the woman’s hand for her to stroke it.
Wednesday recoiled at the sickening display of affection.
“Well done, my little savages. You’ve brought me live bait and now I can bring the enemy I seek to heel.” The words hung heavy in the putrid air of her rot.
Even without eyes, the woman canted her head to sniff in Enid’s direction.
The sharp tips of Enid’s claws raked into the wood beneath her giant paws, and she witnessed true fear take root in Wednesday’s deathly still frame.
Across the darkness, Wednesday’s wide black eyes met Enid’s, and her lips parted in a deafening scream so shrill and silent only canines would be capable of hearing it.
Dax let out a howl of pain and clapped his hands over his ears while the rest of the pack growled and dropped onto all fours to shift with vicious intent.
The distraction only lasted a second when the woman’s arm snapped and elongated to wrap gnarled, clawed fingers around Wednesday’s throat. She raised Wednesday high into the air and shook her like a doll that she detested.
“The only sounds I want to hear from you are wailing after we rip your wolf to shreds. Tonight you will know the real burden of loss and the inescapable anguish of being powerless to stop it.”
Enid’s mind raced with the memories of the past weeks she shared with Wednesday and an echo of warning that rang out from her mate. The vision in which Wednesday had witnessed Enid’s demise.
Enid wouldn’t run from this, even if her life truly depended on it.
She couldn’t live without Wednesday, and she would never abandon her mate. It wasn’t a conscious decision to launch herself out of her hiding spot so much as it was the fierce, unwavering need to protect the one she loved.
Damp soil stuck to her feet, and branches broke beneath the power of her supernatural strides.
She leapt through the air with a snarl so loud her whole chest vibrated, and she aimed a kick straight for the woman’s disfigured face.
It would have landed if Clay hadn’t caught her by the ankle and swung her into the trees.
Enid yowled in frustration more than pain and snapped at the salivating beasts that all charged in a mad scramble to try and pin her down.
She lashed out with brute strength and carved slashes into her brother’s chest as Ulysses went for her throat.
These weren’t the people she knew, and Enid couldn’t afford to be lenient if she planned to save Wednesday from the cloaked woman's clutches.
Enid sprang forward with agile determination only for the solid weight of Clay to land on her hind quarters.
She swung her maw around to snap at him in anger and let out a strained howl when he maliciously dug his claws into her back leg.
The huffing snap of teeth was its own brutal language, and Enid rolled over to slam her foot into Clay’s chest. It sent him flying beyond the tree line, and Lila took his place with frantic swipes that tore chunks out of Enid’s fur as she struggled to shake the bitch off.
It made no sense to apply videogame logic to a real life situation, but for some reason Enid convinced herself that taking out the demented leader would despawn the wolves, or at the very least break the spell they were under.
She grappled with Lila and rolled her across the mossy earth with all the pent up rage she still felt from the idiot pursuing her girlfriend.
It wasn’t rational or fair to feel any sort of jealousy, but it kept the adrenaline pumping through Enid’s veins, and she needed that to fight.
They gnashed their teeth and swung at one another with supernatural strength, and Enid avoided a lunge at her throat by jamming a branch into Lila’s open maw.
Wood splintered as Lila’s teeth embedded in the rough bark. She shook her head to try and dislodge it to no avail.
Enid grabbed the end of the large stick while her foe was distracted and sent Lila spinning into Dax as he scurried over.
Clay charged through the forest toward them, and Enid turned with urgency to chase the cloaked woman. Saliva dripped from her teeth as she bared them, and just as she readied herself to jump, Miles sailed overhead to defend the demon.
Quick reflexes and self-preservation prevented Enid from continuing on a forward trajectory.
She rolled under the danger and circled around to attack with the single-minded objective of saving Wednesday at any cost.
Dirt sprayed in an arc as she pivoted to punch her brother hard enough to send one of his fangs flying.
It narrowly missed Clay’s face and pierced the trunk of a tree instead of his crazed eye.
Enid was frantic with the fear of losing her mate, and because of that she allowed her inner wolf to guide her brutality. The roar she bellowed would reach Nevermore College. It scattered ravens and crows into the air like an ominous black cloud that momentarily blocked out the moonlight.
The ferocity cowed Lila and Dax if only for a moment, and they bared their throats in a submissive maneuver that shocked the cloaked woman into dropping Wednesday.
“No, you fools. I’m your master. Tear her apart!” The command came with a handful of purple powder that she flung into their faces. It stuck to their muzzles like pollen, and they shook with a feverish greed to destroy everything in their path.
“Enid, run!” Wednesday commanded with a wild intensity that came with reckless abandon. She hadn’t fled when she had been discarded in the muck. Instead, she stood before the woman with righteous defiance as she lifted a log from the fire to brandish the flame in her grotesque face. “This fight is between me and the monster that birthed Tyler. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Galpin? You never died at the Willowhill Psychiatric facility. You escaped, and they covered it up the only way they knew how.”
Francoise Galpin responded with a bone-crunching transformation that left her as hideously identical to her son when he had become the Hyde. The only true distinction was the hollow sockets where her eyes had once been — the darkened abyss that bore hatefully into Wednesday.
Francoise bellowed in Wednesday’s face, deafening everyone with her scream as she lashed out with a gnarled elongated hand to crush Wednesday’s windpipe.
What she got instead was a wrist full of Enid’s teeth, which cleaved the sickeningly pale skin and sinew away from the bone.
Enid dug her paws into the ground and wrenched backwards, intent on ripping the limb right off of Francoise with a throaty snarl.
The Hyde let out an agonized cry and slashed at Enid’s side, puncturing her with deadly accuracy to twist her talons into the wounds until Enid had no choice but to release her hold.
Francoise aimed for Enid’s face with a backhand, but she missed as Enid sank to the dirt with a whine and backed up to shield Wednesday with her large frame.
The attack wound up striking Lila and ruining the spell they were under in the process.
With a new perceived enemy, the werewolves turned as one to lurch at Francoise.
The horrific sounds of angry snarls and flesh being torn to shreds filled the forest.
Enid didn’t linger near the danger. With the last vestiges of her strength and stamina, she snatched up her girlfriend and rushed through the trees.
They made it back onto the grounds of Nevermore before Enid’s legs gave out.
She crumpled onto the cold stone with a heaving groan as her body contorted with gut-wrenching snaps. The beastly size of her frame shrank back to that of her human proportions, though she was still wounded and bloody. She took a gasping breath as she sprawled out flat and stared up at the blackened sky.
Wednesday bent over Enid to clear the matted hair out of her face.
For a change, Wednesday’s eyes flashed with alarm and fury, and Enid vicariously experienced her girlfriend’s true emotions through their bond.
“You love me,” Enid declared in a wheezing short breath that hurt her chest. “Like—we’re not just casual. You actually see yourself having a future with me.”
If she wasn’t hacking up a bubbling, rust-colored fluid, Enid would have enjoyed it a whole lot more. She trembled from head to toe, confused by the lack of sensation in her legs and the chill that ran through her.
“Don’t speak. You’re gravely wounded, and if you waste your strength, you won’t have a future.”
Wednesday applied pressure to a gushing wound with a tourniquet she tore from her dress. She pinched her lips together as Enid’s blood still soaked through the cloth.
“I just want you to know it was worth it, no matter what happens to me.” Enid took a couple of labored breaths to give voice to her thoughts. “I would die a thousand deaths for you, Wednesday Addams. Maybe it was meant to be this way so you can memorialize me in your first book.”
“The blood loss is making you talk nonsense.”
Wednesday kept a stern face while performing her interventions to save Enid’s life, though a pinprick of visible fear was evident in the black depths of her eyes.
Enid should have taken that as a warning, but she was too weakened and unable to lift her head anymore. She reached down toward her bloody stomach and slipped away into a void.
“Enid?” Wednesday whispered in a frenzied, despairing voice, which increased in volume as she took more measures to stop the bleeding. “Wake up or I’ll redecorate your side of our room, and gut all of your stuffed animals.”
The threats fell short in the absolute silence.
Death left a vacancy. There was no one to challenge Wednesday, no one to answer back.
The trauma finally registered on Wednesday’s face, and as per usual she didn’t respond like anyone else might have. She stoically observed Enid’s still body, though a precious crystalline teardrop slid down her cheek. The immeasurable value of that couldn’t be recognized in the moment, and certainly not by Wednesday herself.
Wednesday sat hunched over Enid for a long while until she acted impulsively and nuzzled into her neck.
Two slight nudges under the chin, and Wednesday found a place to sink her teeth in and leave behind her mark.
The clouds shifted above them, and the silver spheroid of the moon bathed Enid in light. Between the caress of its glow and the adrenaline of receiving a claim bite of her own, Enid gasped back to alertness.
“Holy shit,” Enid gasped as a wave of pain forced her to contort. She clung onto Wednesday with sheer desperation to never let her go as she choked on her own emotions. “Are you crying?”
“I liked you better when you were dead.” Wednesday’s monotone wavered only slightly, but that was as close to hysteria as she had ever come. She blinked as thick droplets of rain spattered them from above and pressed her palm across Enid’s where it rested on the deep gashes that scored her abdomen.
Thick syrupy crimson coated their fingers, and Wednesday did the only thing she could without leaving Enid behind. She screamed. Not the high pitched wail of distress that would have gotten everyone’s attention, but the same silent ear-piercing tone that cracked window panes like a silent, vicious strike.
All around them, the sound of glass shattering pulled students and teachers alike to their windows, and Wednesday craned her head to see Bianca rushing down the steps with Yoko and a few others right behind her.
“Jesus, do you two ever take a night off?” Bianca asked as she took in the ghostly pale sheen of Enid’s complexion and immediately started issuing orders to the other students to help them carry Enid to the infirmary.
Once everyone was pitching in, Bianca offered her hand to Wednesday, who stared at it until Yoko hauled Enid into her arms, then finally clasped it with a look of steely determination.
“What the hell happened?” Yoko asked with tight lipped concern that hid her fangs in case anyone got the wrong idea. “You look like someone tried to stuff you into a woodchipper.”
“I officially got the girl,” Enid gloated through a grimace, slurring all of her words as she realized her limbs were too loose to hold herself up.
“Well, if you want to keep her, you had better pull through the night and make a quick recovery,” Wednesday intoned with all the menacing ferocity of someone ready to inflict more damage if her will wasn’t met.
“She totes loves me,” Enid informed everyone with a stuttered and struggling breath before her head lolled back and her eyes rolled beneath her twitching eyelids.
“No shit. Werewolves don’t just claim their friends because their roomies.” Bianca’s sarcastic tone softened as she side-eyed Wednesday. “Congratulations on finally discovering you have a heart.”
“For your sake, you had better not tell anyone or I’ll have Enid rip yours out.”
The threat was idle at best, and Bianca took it in stride as she snorted at Wednesday’s dark glower. “Whatever you say.”
The next few hours were a hell of their own making once they handed Enid over to the infirmary.
Wednesday refused to budge from Enid’s side no matter how much they tried to get her out of the room. She gave her statement about the events that transpired while the doctor raced to patch up Enid’s wounds.
By the break of dawn, Enid had finally stabilized.
Three days later, she woke from a nap with the bleary eyed awareness of something cold and dark looming over her.
She cracked a smile when she breathed in the scents of her girlfriend perched beside her on the bed.
“You’ve been next to me this whole time, haven’t you?” Enid shifted to rest her cheek on Wednesday’s thigh and glanced up at the indecipherable expression on her girlfriend’s face. “You were just holding vigil at my bedside, thinking of me and wishing I would get better. You even brought me snacks.”
A packet of what looked like homemade beef jerky sat on the small cart beside the bed and Enid reached out to grab some. She chewed on a piece with a confused frown as she tried to figure out the flavor.
“Those are dried bat wings. Thing requested some for a special project.”
Enid spat out her mouthful without any regard for how it flew like a projectile across the room.
She didn’t want to comment on the fact that she liked how they tasted. Unwittingly putting something like that in her mouth was gross, and she made a noise of horror as she tried to scrape a finger over her tongue to wipe off any last bits.
“Thank god I didn’t swallow that.” Enid shivered in disgust, which soon faded as Wednesday fixed her with her look and stood up to pull the privacy curtain around the bed.
“You’re not supposed to engage in any contact sports or strenuous activities for another month,” Wednesday remarked, sliding off the small black top she wore and prowling onto the bed above Enid. “However, you were talking in your sleep – yapping, actually – with occasional growls thrown in - about how badly you wanted these.”
Enid couldn’t recall a single thing she had done for the past few days of recovery, but she had no doubts in her mind that Wednesday was telling the truth.
The second she saw her girlfriend’s boobs, she was in a whole different headspace and distractedly reaching out to touch them. Even though she still felt a bit lethargic, she had a good grip and took her time to tweak Wednesday’s nipples.
“Well, I’m definitely glad you aren’t denying me.” Enid molded both tits with spread fingers and squeezed them joyfully.
“Consider it a show of gratitude that you clawed your way back from death's door. Otherwise, the next time you saw these would have been during a seance.” Wednesday’s eyes widened in mock threat and then her lashes settled low over her dark stare. She shivered from Enid’s playful and eager touches that pebbled her nipples into sensitive, stiff peaks.
“Only you would think of ways to torture the dead, but I suppose it’s kind of romantic that you’d still want to see me even if I was a ghost.”
It was an odd thing to preen over, and yet Enid’s smile and raised chin conveyed her pride. She shifted to try and sit up with the ambition of going in for a kiss, but hissed at the pain that blossomed from her abdomen and tethered her to the bed.
“You’re going to be a patchwork of scars until the new moon helps them to heal, which puts you out of commission for your favorite activity.”
The lack of remorse in Wednesday’s tone coincided with the precise tug that removed the sheet from Enid to reveal the bandages that wrapped around half of her body. She seemed to admire them with keen eyes that swept southward to the one secured around Enid’s upper thigh until she subtly shifted her weight to brush her skirt across the exposed skin.
There was a joke trying to form in the back of Enid’s mind, about Mummies and Wednesday’s issues with her own. Or maybe something about her finally being wrapped up when she was between Wednesday’s thighs.
She couldn’t fully articulate either because Wednesday raised her skirt to show off the fact that she was bare beneath it.
Enid groaned at the sight of her girlfriend’s pussy and felt herself harden before Wednesday had even slipped her hand beneath her underwear to clutch the thick length of her dick.
“I can’t have you bursting your stitches or you’ll be bed ridden for the foreseeable future. You’ll just have to lie there while I do all of the work.”
The pleased smirk that curved Wednesday’s kissable lips turned her demeanor wicked. She sat imperiously astride Enid to grind her pussy over the long shaft, and then pinned her girlfriend with flat palms on either shoulder.
Enid groaned from the pleasurable torment of lying still while Wednesday massaged her whole length with careful back and forth undulations. Her cock throbbed with the insatiable need to thrust inside of her girlfriend’s pussy.
All she could manage was the slightest upward tilt of her pelvis, and fortunately that was enough to sink her plump tip between the velvety lips of Wednesday’s cunt.
“You’re wet,” Enid groaned with an appreciative growl catching in her throat. “You must have been thinking about my thick cock while sitting here. Was it hard to wait three days?”
“Who said I waited? I could have touched myself right next to you and you would never know.” Wednesday made it impossible to tell if she was bluffing or not.
Either way, Enid responded to the tantalizing idea with hot excitement racing up her shaft.
She moaned from the tight, soaked pressure that was enveloping her and contracting around her thickness.
The slick compression pulled at the tractable tip of her cock and rubbed at her sheath. There was no telling why she felt more sensitive than usual.
Generous spurts of her instantaneous pleasure emptied into the spreading space of Wednesday’s pussy, and Enid tried to keep her lower body from moving too much as she shuddered from orgasm.
“How did you touch yourself?” Enid demanded, too hot and bothered by the fantasy to stop herself from asking all of the graphic details about it. “Did you tease your clit and slip your fingers inside your pussy? Or did you use something thicker to stretch yourself out?”
“Something much thicker,” Wednesday disclosed with the kind of haughty look on her face that made it clear that she knew the power she held. “I wanted it to be as realistic and as similar to your cock as possible. I was experimenting to see if it would restore your strength faster if you knew I was stuffing myself full and thinking of you.”
The fact that Wednesday would do that was entirely too sexy for Enid to comprehend.
She felt dazed from arousal, a little too stupid to properly picture Wednesday coming around a silicone-substitute for her own aroused cock.
“I suddenly feel a lot stronger. I would love to see that one day.” Enid moaned from the slippery glide of Wednesday’s pussy up and down her length.
“If you persist and try to buck, you’ll see it a lot sooner than you’d like,” Wednesday warned with the heavy implication that she would use it on herself and deny Enid any sort of gratification in the process. She bore down on the turgid girth of Enid’s erection with a breathy sigh of enjoyment and rocked insistently to pump the wide tip deeper into her carnal opening.
The constricting grip of Wednesday’s pussy all but begged Enid to take command of it, and she trembled with self-restraint and wishful thinking to pound into her mate the way she deserved.
“I can’t help it, it’s instinct, and you’re so freakin tight, I just want to–”
Enid couldn’t articulate all of her passionate urges, but she conveyed enough with the rough grasp of her hands on Wednesday’s hips. Her claws reflexively extended with her excitement, and she braced her wounded abs with the intent to drive her hips upward. She only got so far as to growl before Wednesday clenched vindictively around her shaft and winded her with pleasure.
“Well, you can’t, unless you’d like a permanent room here.”
The disapproving slant to Wednesday’s lips almost seemed to mock Enid, and she clasped her by the jaw to make her endure the sensual undulations that left Enid’s shaft glossy from the internal friction.
“You’re going to be a good alpha and listen to me for once or I’m going to drive you to the brink of insanity and never let you get off again,” Wednesday warned.
Enid should have known that her mate would prove it with the salacious and soft moans that poured from her throat.
She bit her own lips to stifle her protest when Wednesday eased herself up like she planned to release Enid from her clutches, and then whimpered when she didn’t.
The targeted squeeze around her broad glans lifted Enid’s pelvis, and she exhaled short, huffing groans as Wednesday kept her tip nestled in the intimate quiver of her cunt.
“Take me deep, please. Haven’t I gone through enough?” It wasn’t exactly polite to leverage her current state for sexual favors, but Enid was desperate.
She strained painfully with every deliberate flutter around her tip and whimpered when Wednesday let her fall free of her pussy to leak precum down her cock.
Wednesday clearly enjoyed her in that sorry condition because she showed no mercy and took Enid in hand to vigorously massage the entire length of her member. It forced opalescent rivulets of need out of Enid’s tip and kept her profoundly on edge without the bliss of release.
“Are you going to behave?” Wednesday intoned with a dark glimmer of defiance in her eyes. She positioned Enid back between her pale pussy lips and rubbed her clit across the sensitive brim with delectable sways that dipped Enid into her cunt.
“Would you even love me if you thought I was capable of that?” Enid sputtered.
She ruined Wednesday’s skirt with her claws in her haste to pull her down.
The instant silken warmth tore a moan from Enid, and she didn’t care how many stitches she popped from thrusting upward with a greed that surpassed her pain tolerance.
“You know this is the best thing for me,” Enid reasoned. “It’s why you’ve been keeping yourself wet while you waited for me to wake up. You needed to know I was still strong enough to take you however I pleased.”
Wednesday betrayed herself with a lustful moan and an orgasm that took the rest of Enid’s breath away. The inner flutters of her pussy were satisfying and gloriously tight around Enid’s rigid, swollen shaft.
Enid experienced the most rapid build-up of seed that shot up her length and funneled straight into Wednesday’s womb. The euphoria of simultaneous completion just thickened Enid’s girth and took her pleasure to the next degree.
She didn’t know if she would be able to pull out because of the wonderfully restrictive heat wrapped around her.
Enid’s mind raced through a bunch of scenarios for the months ahead. They had just started to explore the physical side of their connection, and at the current rate, they could only become more active from that point onward.
She wanted Wednesday to herself every night and to feel the sensations of her heated pussy on a constant basis.
“I wish I had known you were like this last year,” Enid huffed. “I would have instantly wolfed out and presented as an alpha if I had any idea you were this horny and desperate to come.”
Wednesday rocked lazily to keep them joined as Enid’s size doubled and became achingly hard to take.
“Your pastel wardrobe and sociable personality didn’t exactly excite me.” Wednesday deadpanned with a flare of her nostrils, though her concentration soon broke with the full expansion of Enid’s knot. She whimpered from the thickness that forced her pussy to spread to the limit.
“Good thing that has changed.”
Enid was at a point where she viewed their banter as the best form of flirtation. She smirked up at Wednesday and massaged her tits as she plotted all the ways to incorporate color into their lives.
She figured a good place to start was on Wednesday herself, and left pink imprints of her fingers all over her girlfriend’s pale skin by dragging her down for a kiss.
The bruising impact of their mouths merging only solidified the fact that Wednesday was totally head over heels for her. Enid boasted with a subtle gyration that spurted more seed into Wednesday’s overly stuffed cunt.
The intense pressure must have felt divine because Wednesday’s naturally spectral complexion had turned a healthy and vibrant red. It spread down her tender neck and across her chest as she trembled, and Enid nudged her over the edge of bliss by running her thumb across her swollen clit.
Nothing else needed to be said when Wednesday gave a throaty, though soft moan that preluded a spasm all through her body. She sank onto Enid’s knot with a whimper of finality and then curled atop her girlfriend with quiet breaths that tickled across the bite she had left on Enid’s neck.
It burned in the nicest of ways when Wednesday stroked her lips across it. Enid tipped her head back for the sweet caress and idly raked her nails over Wednesday’s lower back while her cock continued to throb.
“I was thinking–”
“Nothing good ever comes of that,” Wednesday drawled, but there was humor in her eyes when they locked on Enid’s intensely.
“How about we spend the rest of the semester chasing our pleasure instead of other monsters? It’ll give someone else the chance to try and follow in your footsteps.”
It could have been the biggest risk of her life to utter something like that to the one person who sought out all things dark and dangerous for fun, but Enid deserved to be a little selfish after her brush with death.
“I take it back,” Wednesday murmured after a long silent moment of consideration. “That might be the smartest thing you’ve ever said to me. I’ll give you this one semester to recuperate, and you’ll give me whatever I want in return. Forever.”
“That doesn’t really sound like a fair deal,” Enid protested with a suspicious squint, and grunted at the sudden inescapable clench of Wednesday’s pussy working her knot.
“Since when does fairness have anything to do with love?” Wednesday raised her brows and lowered her mouth back onto the claim she bestowed on her mate.
Enid would have laughed if she weren’t already on the precipice of another release.