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pastorella2016-06-12 11:27 am
seizurings) wrote in pastorella2016-06-12 11:27 am
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe...
Who: Erica, Jackson, and Matt
What: Twisted Threesome
Where: Various locations
Warnings: NSFW, Dub-con, Non-con, kink, violence
The pack had gotten word that someone out there was finding a way to control wolves and had already gotten a new beta in his grasp before the pack could bring him in. Or rather, before Derek could add him to the numbers. Because that's all they were, even if she wanted to be more. She'd given him something she'd held so sacred in exchange for the 'gift'. A gift that felt more like a curse each and every day.
So when the news comes that tonight's hunt would be at a club, well. She wasn't going to let them stop her fun. There were very few things she was allowed to do before the change, things that the epilepsy would set off. So no strobe lights, loud music, huge crowds of people. But not anymore. No, she was going to enjoy this - dressed to impress in a black, lace mini and soft curls. She let the boys take care of the actual hunting, Derek having told her point blank that she was bait. And bait needed to stay in view on the dance floor. That she'd be safe and someone would always be close in case anything happened.
And she trusted him.
Erica moved until she was as close to the middle of the throng of bodies as possible, feeling fingers snake around her waist - some random guy thinking he might get lucky. She turns, giving him her full attention, done trying to continue to scan the crowds when she wasn't even sure they were here. And after about half a song, she didn't care anymore. He was moving against her just right, her skirt starting to ride up her thighs as he slips a leg between hers. She wasn't experienced by any means, but she'd always had good instincts when it came to using her newfound sexuality to get what she wanted. And tonight, she wanted to lose herself - maybe even be a little naughty in public so she could experience that rush of almost getting caught. Check a few things off her bucket list while she had the time. She's so focused on him, she's not paying attention to anything going on around her because she honestly believed someone had her back. That nothing could go wrong. Her mistake.
What: Twisted Threesome
Where: Various locations
Warnings: NSFW, Dub-con, Non-con, kink, violence
The pack had gotten word that someone out there was finding a way to control wolves and had already gotten a new beta in his grasp before the pack could bring him in. Or rather, before Derek could add him to the numbers. Because that's all they were, even if she wanted to be more. She'd given him something she'd held so sacred in exchange for the 'gift'. A gift that felt more like a curse each and every day.
So when the news comes that tonight's hunt would be at a club, well. She wasn't going to let them stop her fun. There were very few things she was allowed to do before the change, things that the epilepsy would set off. So no strobe lights, loud music, huge crowds of people. But not anymore. No, she was going to enjoy this - dressed to impress in a black, lace mini and soft curls. She let the boys take care of the actual hunting, Derek having told her point blank that she was bait. And bait needed to stay in view on the dance floor. That she'd be safe and someone would always be close in case anything happened.
And she trusted him.
Erica moved until she was as close to the middle of the throng of bodies as possible, feeling fingers snake around her waist - some random guy thinking he might get lucky. She turns, giving him her full attention, done trying to continue to scan the crowds when she wasn't even sure they were here. And after about half a song, she didn't care anymore. He was moving against her just right, her skirt starting to ride up her thighs as he slips a leg between hers. She wasn't experienced by any means, but she'd always had good instincts when it came to using her newfound sexuality to get what she wanted. And tonight, she wanted to lose herself - maybe even be a little naughty in public so she could experience that rush of almost getting caught. Check a few things off her bucket list while she had the time. She's so focused on him, she's not paying attention to anything going on around her because she honestly believed someone had her back. That nothing could go wrong. Her mistake.
no subject
The command forces her own steps to falter, crashing into a wall near the stairwell. To anyone passing by, she'd have just looked drunk, leaving her attempts to capture someone's attention for help to fall on deaf ears.
Great. This is just fucking great.
She's been left out as bait by her supposed pack and no one is coming to help her. She can push through it at first, keep moving to the stairs with difficult steps... But it comes at a price. By the time her hands connect with the sleek metal banister, she's panting, fighting the urge to collapse to her knees then and there. She all but bites back a scream when the few stragglers leave her to escape to the party on the dance floor as the DJ starts up one of the latest hits taking over the world.
Rather than giving up, she starts up the stairs on her hands and knees, modesty be damned. She'd rather get through this alive than keep the club from seeing her lacy underwear. It's not like anyone was paying attention to her anyways, she got away. Right?
Oh god, she can only hope she got far enough away because two steps in and forward momentum is practically impossible.