Chapter 7 #2
“That was the shittiest birthday I've ever had. I spent most of it crying in the bathroom, and eventually my mom just had to tell everybody the party was over and sent them home. I was so embarrassed. So yeah, I promised myself then and there I was never going to let a man dictate what I was going to do with my life. If you guys wanted to stay here, then I was going to get the hell out.”
I knew this is what was at the root of everything between us.
One fucking night and the whole trajectory changed.
Even now, she's an adult and she's had so much life experience between then and now, but I can still feel the pain inside of her.
I can still feel her disappointment in us.
She's not going to trust us easily, because at the heart of things, she doesn't believe that we want her.
“You're right. We were total assholes. It was a shitty thing for us to do, we knew you wanted to be with us.”
She shakes her head and tries to look away again, but we're so close together that she can't look anywhere without seeing me in her peripheral. “Just tell me why. I never got that from you guys.”
“You never got an explanation because you stopped talking to us and refused any attempt on our part to do so.”
She looks me square in the face again, hitting me right in the gut with the intensity behind her eyes.
“And why would I do otherwise? In my mind, there was no reason to accept that type of behavior from somebody I wanted to be with.
There was no excuse big enough to make it not hurt.
My mom was lying in my bed with me that night, rubbing my back and combing through my hair, trying to soothe me.
When you're a teenager, you always think your parents’ advice is lame, but that night I actually listened to it.
She told me that Trash Haven was tiny. That it was a bubble that she was happy that I got to grow up in, but that there was an entire world out there full of different people to get to know.
“At first, I didn't want to hear it. Nobody was going to be as good as you guys were. Nobody was going to make me lose my breath and want the way you guys could with just a fucking smile.
“The appeal of the city is how anonymous everything is.
There are people everywhere. I liked going to school there, because I could walk around all day and never see the same person twice.
Nobody there knew my past; nobody there knew anything about my family or anything I'd been through. It was like a fresh start every time I walked out the door. Do you know how much I needed that?”
“So, are you ready to hear that excuse then?”
She rolls her eyes. “I can hardly imagine why it would matter now. You're probably going to tell me it was for my own good or some stupid shit, aren't you?”
I roll to the side and wrap an arm around her hip, separated still by her blanket.
“We knew you were meant for bigger, better things than Trash Haven.
We knew that you were settling when you'd go on about never wanting to leave here.
We could tell there was a part of you you were holding back when you said there was nowhere else you wanted to live.
“Some people need to stay in one place their whole lives, and for others, it's anathema to do so.
We didn't claim to be older and wiser than you, but we knew that if we asked you to be with us and settle down right away, that you wouldn't hesitate.
You'd never get to become the human being you needed to be.
You'd always be dreaming about what was out there, secretly hoping to go experience it.
At the same time, we knew you'd never do it if we gave in to the desperate need to completely own you. You're too selfless.
“You forget that we know you, Aster. If we would have talked to you and just told you we didn't want to hold you back, that you needed to experience big city life and see where it led you, be it away from us or back to us, you’d insist that you didn't. You would have told us we were the only thing you needed. Bees like us couldn’t thrive with all that concrete, so following you wasn’t an option. ”
“Yeah, well you were the only thing I needed!
You had no right to make that decision for me.
How dare you decide that you were doing me a favor by hurting me like that.
Even if you didn't want to be with me at that point, so that I could ‘better myself,’ don't you think you could have told me that, instead of fucking showing up and ruining my birthday? Instead of flaunting other girls in front of me?”
I hang my head because she's right. That was inexcusable.
“For that I do apologize. Sure, we were young and dumb, I don't even know anymore why that felt like the best option to us at the time, we just really wanted to make sure you achieved your full potential. We didn't want you settling by being with us. If we were going to be together, we needed to know that it was because you chose to be, not because it was convenient, and not because it was just what was expected of us. We wanted you to go out there and live this big, exciting life, and if you happened to come back into ours, we knew we’d be there waiting.”
The room drops to silence, all the words both said and unsaid floating between us.
After a few minutes, her hand finds its way to my shoulder, the warmth a shock against my skin.
It's at that point she realizes what I'm wearing.
Her eyes get huge, and then she starts laughing so hard that she snorts a few times.
“Oh, Dev. I will never be able to wear those shorts again, not when you make them look that good.”
I crack a smile. “You were never going to wear them again anyway. The only reason they were even in your dresser is because they're a holdout from high school that you couldn't get rid of. You haven't even unpacked your actual clothes yet. Have you?”
Her eyes slip to a suitcase in the corner, laying on the ground with everything neatly folded inside. “I'll get around to it eventually. So, where does this leave us?”
I consider this, wondering if this is the time to make a move.
I’m trying to decide if I should be conservative and take the safer route so that she won't just automatically shoot me down.
It might leave a little roadway open for me to wiggle into, but it's also going to keep us moving at the same pace we've been moving.
Or I could just fucking stop worrying so much about how it will all come across and kiss her.
Oh, look at that. She kissed me first.
A groan works its way up the back of my throat at this kiss that’s been so many years in the making. My entire head is full of fizzy air and static, warming me and shooting tingles down my arms.
I immediately pull her over and enjoy the weight of her pressing into me, her warmth seeping through this ridiculous outfit of hers I’ve got on.
I get my hands on her hips and anchor her to me, pulling her tightly into my body so I can feel as much of her as possible. She’s not shying away from letting me know how much she’s enjoying it as she gives as well as she takes.
“Don’t tell me to stop,” she pants against my mouth.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I whisper back.
I get wholly lost in her, in the way she tastes and the way she feels, the way she keeps wiggling different parts of her body while we make out because she’s just as overstimulated as I am.
She doesn’t know which sensation to focus on the most, so she keeps alternating her focus while I melt underneath her.
“Godsdamn, Aster. Tell me how stupid I am for waiting so long to do this.”
Wow. She doesn’t even hesitate. “You’re really fucking stupid; you could have had this years ago. I’m still pissed at you guys, but you feel really fucking good and I’m not letting you out of this room until I’m done with you. Buckle up, buttercup.”
She whips off her top and straddles me properly, pushing things along and making a certain conversation necessary.
I can tell she’s getting confused with the way she keeps wiggling her ass over my crotch area and not feeling a distinct hardness that most men would be sporting right about now, and this is always the part I dread when I’m with a new partner.
I figured she was too freaked out the other day to see Arbor’s groin.
Thank fuck it will be the last time I have to have this particular conversation.
“Um, perhaps we should talk?”
She looks down at me, incredulous. “Now?”
I scoot back so I’m sitting up, keeping her on top of me. “Bee shifters have…different anatomy. Also, I should probably prepare you for what comes…after…”
“After? After what?”
“Bees aren’t very sexually needy creatures, and unfortunately that evolutionary quirk usually translates to their shifter counterparts.
We have…hmm. So awkward. My dick is… inside my body.
It takes a lot of blood to uh, er, push it outward?
A lot. So, I’m going to enjoy the shit out of this, but the blood I use to push it out will most definitely make me more or less… paralyzed…after a bit.
“But hey, good news is, unlike the actual bees that my ancestors came from, I won’t die after?
My dick also doesn’t get ripped off after I use it like actual honeybees.
Yeah, so that’s good, right? We’ll get to do this again!
Just…it might look a bit…odd for a bit. Tuck me in and let me recover and we’ll be just fine. ”
I smile up at her like I just told her I’d bring her groceries inside for her, hoping I didn’t completely ruin the moment and make her want nothing to do with me or my hive mates.
“In…inside?”
“Yes, well, you see—”
“That is so cool! Let me see!”
She tears off my borrowed shorts, and along with them, goes my dignity.
I was worried she’d be offput by my anatomy, but…it seems to be doing good things to her?
“Fuck. Going to make this come out for me.” She immediately crawls between my split open legs, making me feel suddenly shy as her face gets all up in my business.
“Mmm. You smell like honey. How is it that you smell like honey, even down here? Damnit, Dev. This is about to be my new favorite toy.”
And just like that, she’s rubbing her face along the split where my dick will come out, and she’s licking me, and all that blood that was previously aiming that way rushes down like a geyser, flooding me with need.
The process starts inside my body, and with enough effort from her and a great effort on my part to remain mostly quiet out of respect for her parents, she does indeed succeed in making me pop fully out of my body. Sound effects and all.
Her eyes get wide in the low light when she achieves her goal, and I promise you, the woman is drooling.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m actually looking at your dick right now. That’s…oh my gods. Teenage me would be so jealous right now.”
I clear my throat. “Can we not talk about you as a literal child? Please? I only get so much mileage on this thing before I pass out. Let’s… I need to fuck you, Aster. Please. You went to all the work of getting me ready, and now I’m fucking ready. I want to feel you before I lose all faculty.”
She scrambles underneath me, nearly shoving me off the much-too-small-for-us-bed in the process. Later I’ll explore her and devour her cunt the way she devoured me, but right now, we’re on a countdown and I want to feel myself sinking into her heat while I’m fully with it still.
She’s ready and has her legs pried way the hell open, giving tiny little thrusts of her hips towards me like she can’t wait another second for me to take her.
And since I actually can’t, I grab myself in one hand and freeze when I realize…protection.
“I only used condoms with Brock and I’m on birth control. Are you clean?”
“I thought his name was Ben?”
She groans in frustration. “Who the fuck cares what his name was when I’m this wet for you? Are you going to stick it in me or not?”
“Godsdamn it. You really going to be a brat about this? Okay. Hang on.”
It’s a bit of a fight to force my way inside her, the width of me feeling like it’s going to split her right apart, and it takes a hell of a lot of determination to get her body to stretch around me, but soon enough, my pelvis is hitting her body and I’m hammering into her, trying to fuck that attitude right out of her.
Her screams are fucking gorgeous, and I’d be worried that her parents are not too far away if it didn’t feel so damn good to finally know what it’s like to be with Aster in this way.
Nothing could have prepared for how it would feel to be this connected to her, to feel her squeezing and leaking all over me. Every thrust into her body is a shot of pure adrenaline, urging me faster and harder until she’s having to bite into my forearm to muffle herself.
The headboard is being incredibly telling, and I’m waiting for part of it to crack off with how hard it’s hitting the wall.
“Aster, you know you’re fucking ours. Be…pissed at us…make us earn back your trust but ride my cock while you do it. Or better yet, take any of your other mates’ cocks as well. No more confusion here; we’re fucking marrying you and you’re moving into that house and that’s going to be our story.”
She nods, her body bearing down on me while she comes.
That extra pressure is my undoing, and I come so hard that it’s difficult to hold myself up.
When I collapse next to her again, being sure not to completely flatten her, I lock my arms around her and keep her part of me because now that she’s been mine once, I don’t know how to function without her.
Not long after, my muscles begin to lock up, and I make sure I fall toward the wall that her bed is against so she doesn’t have to try and get me off the floor.
I kiss her one last time before I’m completely useless, thanking any deities listening for this chance to love her, for having a soft spot to land when I lost control of my body, and for giving me a partner that wasn’t even slightly freaked out by my unique anatomy.
As I slip into unconsciousness, she’s fretting over me, cleaning me with something warm and wet, and then tucking herself against me, nice and snug. Once some time has passed, I’ll be able to hold her the way I’ve always dreamed of.