#Werewolf!BillyRusso

[rachlovesactors]

I love this fic!! Great werewolf story and a great Billy story, two of my faves!!! I love a good "mate" trope, too! Full of emotions, fluff & angst, and smut, too! That's the best kind of fic! :) <3

The Sin of Desire

It had been 1 year and 2 months since you started working for Billy.

It had been 6 months since the two of you started seeing each other.

And it had been 3 months since you learned about what he truly was.

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[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Hi.😊 I was rereading chapter 7 of An Altar For Our Sins, and wow! This story itches my soulbond obsession just right! You're so good at that!

I love soulmate/ soulbonding type tropes.

I know they sometimes get tired, so I try to make it.... different in a way.

In Altar for our sins, they're not bonded by fate, but by force, but the bond gets stronger over time.

Werewolf Billy is the soulmate trope in its original form, a bond understood fully, but resistance is based on past trauma.

Alternatively, my dark vampire Billy has some semblance of soulmate-ism too, but that's on a much more selective basis, where vampires can choose and vice versa.

My newest werepanther Billy fic, looks at the bond through different lenses, examining how bond can deepen gradually, instead of suddenly like it does with werewolf Billy.

What makes the trope for me, is the level of understanding one has for the other. It doesn't matter how dark, or how conflicted, what builds the relationship is when they can look at each other, and just... understand.

[celestialspecial]

Such Sharp Teeth

I needed to write a werewolf fic again, so many other writers i follow have been putting out bomb content so i had to join in <3

Writers notes: It's not true abo dynamics- some elements are featured but it doesn't follow truly, it is reader insert but MC's name is Aurora-

also go read @becauseicantthinkwritings Objects in Motion, hooooly shittt

Warnings: 18+themes, graphic descriptions of body transformation, insinuated non con elements, reader digression advised :)

All you could feel was the cool air on your skin, blowing through your hair as the moon glowed overhead. You felt strong, powerful. It was exhilarating and freeing all at once. The beauty of the forest surrounding you as the sharp ribbons of silver moonlight cut in shards through the trees.

You could taste the air, smell bread being baked from miles away, hear people talking and animals scurrying away from you. The forest floor rose up time and again to meet your feet, every sensation heightened. It was a beautiful thing more often than not, but tonight was different. Tonight there was a sense of desperation inside of you.

A tinge of fear, footfalls echoing behind you, they were far but yet still so close. Too close for comfort. Howls rang out and you knew that you'd never escape keeping pace like this. Your breath grew ragged, no longer deep inhalations but tortured puffs. 

You could see your breath in the air before you and then you felt the pain surging through your body. Bones breaking, tissue tearing, muscles unraveling only to be knit back together in another form. You wanted to cry out at the pain but it’d only alert them to your location and that was far too dangerous. 

You could taste blood and feel tufts of fur spring up along your spine as it twisted and mangled its shape into something new. Your eyes blurred as you felt the bones in your face collapsing and extending, ears rising up and canines lengthening in your still too small mouth.

The next time your foot hit the ground it was no longer a foot, but a paw. The squelching sound of mud making contact with the pads of it. You had been running fast but now the speed was unparalleled. Heavy panting as you pushed yourself to the brink of exhaustion.

You still had miles to go but the howling was far off in the distance growing further away and that’s how you liked it. How it’d need to be for as long as it took you to figure out the next step.

The covers you woke up in were caked in mud, it crunched as you shifted in the bed, pattering to the floor surely creating a mess. You groaned stretching your arms overhead, human arms, the muscles sore and aching from how far you’d run last night. 

Even the edges of your feet and tips of your ears felt taut with tension and soreness. Rubbing a hand over your face, coming away with more dirt.

“Shit.”

“Shit is right, look at the state of this room.” A friendly face poked her head in through the doorway. She was tall, elegant limbs covered in a chunky sweater and leggings. Dark brown hair pulled up into a messy bun, light hazel eyes filled with a touch of mischief.

“I’m sorry, Celeste. I promise I’ll clean everything up.” She moved over to the side of the bed, holding a mug of something that smelled heavenly. Gesturing for you to take it, the heat seeping into the palms of your tired hands.

“I’m not worried about it. Here, drink. You need something to warm your bones.” You nodded taking a long drawn out sip. The liquid was chocolatey with a medicinal hint that washed over your tongue and seemed to heat your insides up almost immediately. 

“It should help with well…everything.” She gave a half hearted smile, shrugging one shoulder up, before adjusting the edge of her sweater. “You came a very long way.” You finished the drink, setting the mug into the side table next to you. The warmth began to leech into your bones finally and you felt immensely grateful for Celeste and her healing abilities. 

“I couldn’t stay. I had to…I just-time was running out.” The reassuring smile gave way to an earnest look of sympathy.

“They can kill you for this.” You swallowed thickly, all too aware of the dangers you had put yourself in. The odds hadn't been in your favor but you had to take a chance, to get away from home. Home. It felt a sham to even call it that. 

“I know. And I’m beyond grateful you letting me stay here the night but I promise I’ll be out of your hair soon.” Celeste made a waving gesture in the air, dismissing your words.

“Don’t be ridiculous, stay as long as you need.” The kindness created a fist in your throat, you’d been friends for years, writing letters back and forth since visiting often wasn’t allowed.

Rival pack members weren’t allowed to associate with one another more than their Alphas permitted.

You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to shove down the hatred and anger you felt for your pack. To call them such a thing felt like a crime in and of itself. They were horrible and controlling, to think of yourself free from them felt exciting and terrifying. 

“You could get in trouble.” You nearly whispered, even though no one was around to hear. She brushed off the notion.

“We’ll figure out a place for you to stay in the meantime. Has it started?” You gave a brief nod, not wanting to talk about it. The temperature of your skin, the cramping, that undeniable ache that shook you to your core. Like your body was no longer your own. It was infuriating and deliciously tortuous.

“Then in a few days when it’s over we can figure out what to do from there.”

“Your brother is gonna kill you.” 

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

“Speak for yourself.” Celeste only gave you a smirk before squeezing your shoulder in a comforting fashion.

“Alright up, I need to change these sheets. A dirty dog rolled all over in them.”

That night felt like hell, a worse cycle than you’d ever had before. The winges of pain and agony ached through your system. It felt like your body had been tossed into a blazing fire.

In fact that sounded much better than what you felt now. Heats were different for every pack member but you couldn’t recall a time when you wished you were unconscious instead of enduring it.

You had needed to get away from your town, your pack before this happened. Before you were tied to the worst man you’d ever had the displeasure of knowing.

You were his property in his mind and the idea of you turning him down, running away rather than accepting his forced mating had surely sent him into a rage. 

Maybe your body knew what had been coming and was throwing a fit in rebellion even now that you were in safe territory or maybe the strain and stress of escaping and being on the run had done you in.

Either way no matter how many cold showers you took, how many naps your forced yourself into, how many times your own hands attempted to hit their mark, it wasn’t enough.

Celeste had left a hearty brew of tea for you that was supposed to help, you’d chugged the whole thing down to the shock of your friend and still nothing. Or maybe it had helped and this was the edge being taken off.

Being hit by a bus felt less excruciating than this. 

You somehow managed to fall asleep and when you woke your mouth felt dry, the familiar ache between your legs remained unsatisfied.

You wanted to tear the pillows on the bed to pieces, watching the feathers explode and drift down around you as your screamed into the frigid air. 

You couldn’t even keep the window open for fear of Celeste's male pack members smelling you and paying an uninvited visit. Tipping off her brother that you were here, potentially getting her in loads of trouble.

Your fingers itched to tear open the window and taste the cold November breeze. Your nails scratched gouges in the white paint on the window sill as you stared longingly out at the frost bitten garden. 

A soft knock came at the door, seeing your friend slipping into the room with another pot of strong smelling tea. Celeste sat the tea down on the side table, noting your frustrating posture by the window.

“I’m sorry, I know exactly how you feel.” 

“I hate it.” It sounded like a whine, maybe it was but at this point you didn’t care. 

“I have to go out and run some errands in town but I promise it won’t be long. Drink the rest of this, I put something in it to help your frazzled nerves and maybe even get you to sleep.”

The thought of sleeping another 48 hours and waking up normal again sounded so enticing. 

“Thank you.” You crawled into bed staring out the window imagining running freely through the forest, only this time not away from something but towards something better.

Something that felt intangible right now. Tossing back a long swig from the tea pot and letting your eyes shutter close for however long they’d allow.

The hours crawled by and you felt yourself somewhere in a slumber and waking titration. Eventually you could see the sun was lower in the sky, mid to late afternoon maybe?

Your body groaned in revolt as you got up from the bed, joints creaking and popping, clasping the now empty teapot in your hands.

You could feel the sweat dripping down your brow, swiping at it, rubbing at your eyes anything to avoid feeling how warm your whole body felt.

Celeste hadn’t come home yet and you managed to scrub the pot clean, place it in the drying rack and wash a dish or two more. Just to feel useful for once.

Wanting to be the least invasive houseguest as you could, moving over to where the washroom was and folding some of the sheets spilling out of the dryer. The small menial tasks actually helped contain the disjointed feeling your body was experiencing.

The sound of a key being inserted into the side door, unlocking and closing alerted your ears that Celeste was home. You felt too tired and pained to call out to her, instead waiting to see her face pop around the corner, but it didn’t. 

Footsteps echoed across the wooden floor and sounds of bags being dropped onto the kitchen island, accompanied by the soft sound of items, perhaps fruit, falling out and rolling along the granite. Then you smelled it.

The most intoxicating scent that had ever graced your nose. It was pine trees and fresh crisp air, like looking up into the night sky on a winter evening. It had a bite at first that smoothed into a warm rich earthy quality. There was even a hint of spice, it overtook every one of your senses, like you’d been bathed in it.

This wasn’t Celeste. 

Your ears strained to listen to anything this visitor was doing, whoever it was they had a key. Fuck. Celeste hadn’t told anyone you were here. Your muscles tensed, noticing all sounds from the kitchen had ceased.

Attempting to pad as quietly as you could out of the washroom, venturing a quick look into the kitchen. Sure enough there were grocery bags with oranges spilling out onto the island but no one around.

Silence.

If you could just sneak to the back door, you could see it from your point of view. One quick leap and you’d be gone and able to shift and disappear into the fast approaching night.

One step, then another. You were always known for being quiet in your pack, able to sneak up on any prey. This was no different.

Another few steps and you’d be home free. You felt the cool wooden floor kiss the tips of your toes before the strongest force you’d ever felt knocked you from your feet.

Your legs barely touched the ground before your back was slammed into the nearest wall, tauntingly so close to the back door. Large strong hands held you in place, your shoulders pinned against the drywall.

The scent you’d smelled before consumed you, your traitorous body arching against the wall towards the source.

“Who are you?” The voice was deep, a hint of gravel. Male. You felt your vision clearing from your head smacking against the hard surface to see sure enough a large man in front of you.

He was tall, towering over you, lean and athletic, muscles strained under his white shirt, corded along his forearms down to his hands that stilled you.

You felt the anxious pull to look down, to not meet his eyes. The undeniable mark of an alpha, it irked you to no end. Taking a steadying breath you fought your body, looking up into his face.

He was handsome, carved from rock and earth and dusted with something you couldn’t quite place. 

Dark brown hair that fell across his forehead, the sides were closely cropped but the rest hung longer, down to eyes that were such a deep brown you could lose yourself in them easily.

You could only imagine how radiant they’d look, flecks of gold catching the light when he smiled, but right now they were cold, calculating. The air caught in your throat, a choking noise all you could muster.

Your arms flexed against the wall, knowing you couldn’t escape but dying to, begging to. His nostrils flared, you watched the pupils in his eyes dilate, consuming the already deep brown gazing back at you. His fingers gripped you tighter.

“I said…who are you? Why are you in my sisters house?” 

“I…I.” Your brain couldn’t form words, not now. The scent of him, the feel of his touch against your heated skin, you could feel dampness spreading between your legs, the slow ache building inside your body clawing to get out.

Your inner wolf was barely continued under your skin, a popping sensation in your ears, the room felt like it was spinning.

It was like he could sense everything going on in your body, the way his eyes roamed ravenously over your flushed skin, his fingers flexing against your arms, the intensity of his gaze.

It was a split second but you could feel his face pressed into the crook of your shoulder, hear him inhale you deeply. Groaning as he exhaled, there would be bruises on your body where he gripped you so tightly.

You couldn’t hide the gasp that left your lips feeling his hips pressed against your own, his arousal evident. You felt your hands reaching for his back and his grip lessened enough to let you, your nails scraping against his muscled back through his shirt.

The noise he made rumbled in his chest, you could nearly feel it reverberating through your own body. The scratch of stubble scraping against the soft skin of your neck as he breathed deeply the scent of your heat and your legs yearned to be wrapped around his waist and carried to the nearest flat surface.

A bed, the couch, the floor-

“Hey, HEY!” You felt his hands fall from your arms as another voice rang through the room.

Celeste was wedging herself between the two of you, arms out protectively in front of you. “Billy! What the fuck are you doing here?!”

The man before you took a step back, his eyes were still pitch black, his chest heaving, fingers clenching and unclenching as if testing that they were truly not holding you anymore. 

“Celeste. You know this woman?” 

“I do! This is Aurora, she’s-she's my friend.” His eyes narrowed on you.

“I don’t recall ever being introduced to her before.”

Celeste glanced worriedly between the two of us, I nodded at her, the most encouragement I could offer at the moment.

“She’s…uh…. She left her pack.” His eyes widened a touch, lips parting, taking a solid deep breath before looking back at Celeste.

“Celeste….” His words were a warning, tinged with anger, frustration, concern…

“I know! But she needed to get out of there, they were gonna force her to mate with a homicidal maniac of an alpha!”

“An alpha?” His tone was harsh and abrupt, rubbing the bridge of his noise, lines forming on his brow. “Jesus Christ, Celeste. Do you know how dangerous this is? To us? To the pack?”

“Forced Mating, Billy! That’s barbaric!” He sighed, leaning back against the kitchen counter, running a hand through his already mussed hair. 

“It is. I know that as much as you, but some packs…still participate in the old ways…” his words weren’t convincing anyone, you could see it in the strained expression on his face.

You drew a steady breath , hesitantly pushing away from the wall you had just been pinned to. You missed the feeling of heat from his body being so close to yours already.

“I…I can leave. No. I think I should, Celeste, he’s right. This is dangerous you guys can get in a lot of trouble hiding a rival pack member. If you were to get caught it could be…it could be bad.” 

Billy and Celeste both were looking back at you, you could see the similarities between the two. The dark hair and long lean stature, Billy’s eyes were significantly darker, but they shared similar noses and mannerisms. How they stood, staring you down, intimidating and beautiful.  

“Rory…where would you go?” Your friend sounded so incredibly sad, it broke your heart. “Plus it’s not safe…”

“Once my cycle is over, I’ll leave.” Billy watched you with the focus of a pack leader and in the way only a wolf could. At the mention of your heat you noticed how his nostrils flared, chest rising into a territorial puff. “I’ll find somewhere to go.” 

Celeste walked over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. You held her tightly, the overwhelming feeling of fear and frustration from your body and emotions beginning to take a tighter hold of you. 

“Wait.” A deep sigh came from where Billy stood. “We can figure…something out. Until you have a safe place to go.” His dark eyes were no longer black orbs but the brown had returned, a softness, and something else danced across them as he spoke to you.

“But-“ he raised a finger, the look of admonishment towards his younger sibling. “Do NOT let anyone else know she’s here until I say, and make sure she stays in the house until... well until it’s safe.” 

You watched as he gathered his keys from the island, turning to walk across the kitchen, his heavy motorcycle boots louder than they had felt before, followed by the sound of the door closing behind him.

You knew what you had seen in his eyes, because you could feel it just as deeply. Longing. And something just below the surface, barely concealed but there nonetheless.

[celestialspecial]

The Sin of Desire (Pt. 10)

Werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Graphic Descriptions, 18+ spicy themes, *be careful out there

Months Ago

You had been working for the company a few months now, underneath Billy as his assistant. But you were also trying to figure out how to get under him, literally. You two had more than your fair share of conversations, besides him being the most handsome man ever, you enjoyed his personality. Talking to him put you at ease, his jokes made you laugh, and while initially thinking he was a cold-blooded businessman he often made decisions that helped others more than hindered.

It confused and intrigued you. And you’d be lying if you didn’t say it turned you on. Watching him command meetings, standing in front of everyone or by the windows, hands clasped behind his back listening to the presentation, picking up on subtle nuances, asking pin point questions, and demanding the room with solely his presence. People weren’t so much scared as much as they just respected him, but yes there were also a few that were scared.

You had shoved the cheesy thought away forever ago when you’d been hired about how hot your boss was, how completely inappropriate it was to be lusting after him. How that was probably grounds for firing, but you knew deep down that a night in bed with him was probably worth the unemployment. Some days you were bold and at your desk in front of his office you’d fantasize about him, tossing you onto the nearest desk or sitting you on the copier after hours and having his way with you.

One time you’d been thinking about pulling his pants down during a call and sucking him off as he talked on the phone. When your glazed eyes realized your boss was standing in front of you waiting for a folder of spreadsheets you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. He had been staring at you, eyes darkened and nostrils flared as he accepted the folder with a small smile before sniffing the air. He took a deep inhale and his eyes closed, turning on his heel and abruptly closing the door to his office. You’d gone paranoid for about 30 minutes after that, thinking he could read your thoughts.

There were hints he felt similarly to you. Compliments on your outfits, you’d catch him staring at you from across the room. One time another male coworker had tried to grab your ass as a joke and Billy fired him on the spot. There were looks, glances, gestures and even light flirting that would go on between the two of you. Your friend Emily rolled her eyes playfully every time you’d share new info with her.

“Oh my Godddd, he’s so into you!” She’d start, laughing at how you’d immediately backtrack and talk about how you appreciate the job, and appreciated looking at him but that’s all it was allowed to be. “Do you know how many bosses fuck their secretaries? SO many, and hardly any of them get caught. This is a feminist move if anything- take control, get that damn pay raise.”

“Emily!” You had laughed, swirling the little umbrella in your cocktail drink, laughing at your friends’ antics. “I enjoy being employed.”

“But you deserve to enjoy being fucked too.”

“Jesus, pipe down!” You cackled as she made a lewd gesture on the barstool next to you. She was slightly tipsy, but Emily just got more honest with each drink, filter completely gone.

“I’m serious! This weekend is Halloween, you should invite him to like a masked ball or something. I don’t know, dress in the traditional costume of lingerie and then you can have your way with him outside of company time, and if you’re both dressed as not yourselves...” She took a long swig of her island ice tea, “Free pass!”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“But it should be.” You couldn’t deny the idea seemed really tempting. A bunch of people from work had already planned to go to a club Halloween night and it wouldn’t be a crazy gesture to invite him as well…would it? He could easily say no and then maybe you’d back off a bit. Let the waters settle and decide going forward if this was just a one-sided thing you’d made out to be more in your head.

“Alright, finish your drink. We need to go out and find me a costume.” You’d said, tossing back the contents of your glass and grabbing her arm. Emily excitedly clapped her hands, and hopped off the bar stool following closely.

  “I’m about to head out if you need anything else?” You had asked, standing in the doorway of Billy’s office. He lifted his head and smiled at you.

“No, I think I’m good. Have a good night.” You looked behind you at the mostly empty office, most people had gone home to pass out candy, or change into costumes and have a wild night on the town. Making sure the coast was clear you edged into his office and shut the door. He had resumed looking at the paper in his hands but when the door closed he set it down on his desk. “Or should I be asking you if you need anything else?” He joked, seeing you walk over and stand in front of him bashfully.

“Well… a bunch of us are dressing up and going out to a club for Halloween tonight- “You started, gauging his interest levels. His eyes were fixed on you, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the surface beneath him.

“Is that so?”

“Y-yeah, and I ugh, thought that m-maybe you’d like to come with? It’s supposed to be a great costume party and uhm, maybe a night off would be nice?” You hated how silly you sounded, like a high schooler asking out a boy to the dance. His eyes seemed playful, but also beneath that something akin to hunger, watching you, his eyes scanned down your body, almost too quickly to notice.

“Will you be dressed up?”

“Y-yes.” He hummed in thought, as if turning the idea over in his head once or twice.

“I don’t have a costume.”

“If you go in your suit most people will think you’re James bond. Or John Wick.” He laughed at that. You loved his laugh, it was warm, endearing. You’d only heard him laughed unabashedly once before but it had vibrated through your very being and tingled all the way down to your toes.

“Where is it again?” You told him the address and he said he’d consider it and thanks for the invitation. You smiled politely and left the office closing the door behind you feeling a tad bit defeated. 

Trying not to notice how your heart sank at the reality that he probably wasn’t coming. Or was it the concern that this was the sign to buck up and move on. That what you two had at work was just that, a polite working friendship.

You had stopped in the company bathroom to change into your costume, knowing you didn’t have time to go home and change after work. Being sure to pack a longer coat to cover the no doubt scandalous looks you’d get. Making your way to the subway and checking your eye makeup on the train before your stop was called. 

The streets were alive with partygoers, mostly costumed, all very drunk. You laughed at their antics before entering the club and smiling at a group of people you knew, chatting with them about the night and admiring their outfits.

With much coaxing from Emily you had settled on a skimpy Little Red Riding Hood Outfit. You’d groaned when she’d handed it to you to try on, it was so overdone you’d complained- and un original. But she’d insisted and you couldn’t deny the ensemble hugged you in all the right places and made your ass look great, which is all a girl could really ask for anyways. 

Whether she was showing off to a guy or just needed a confidence boost in general. If Billy wasn’t going to see it, you were sure it’d get a lot of attention from other guys at the party.

You had had two drinks and mingled with your coworkers, but then split off when they found other people they knew outside of work to hang out with. After a few minutes you bit your bottom lip thinking this was a mistake and you should’ve asked Emily to join you after all. 

Deciding to call it a night you pushed through the throng of people around you to get towards the stair case before you felt a hand on the small of your back. Jumping at the touch, spinning around about to deck whoever it was, you were met face to face with Billy. He was smiling down on you, still in his suit but with a pair of devil horns perched on the top of his head.

“See you did find a costume.” You poked him in the center of his chest. The excitement blooming in you, he made it. He showed up. He laughed and touched the point of one of the horns.

“A very drunk girl gave them to me as she was getting in her uber with about 10 other friends. She said she didn’t need them anymore.” He laughed, before taking your hands and stepping back to fully take in your outfit. His gaze was downright filthy, taking in the black leather boots, short skirt, brown bustier over a peasant blouse and the velvet red of the cape dragging over your shoulders. “You make a man want to huff and puff- “

“I think you’re messing up your fairytales.” You responded, proud of yourself for not just turning into a puddle before him.

“I think you’re right.” You didn’t realize how loud you two needed to shout over the music and the roar of the crowd. You very rarely went to clubs but this was a blaring reminder of why that was.

“Let’s find somewhere quieter.” You managed, Billy nodded and still holding your one hand turned and made a path through the crowd, staring daggers at any guy that ogled you too long. After a lot of shoving and pushing there was a VIP area sign on a stairwell, he pushed it open before you tugged back. “I don’t think we’re allowed in there.” His lips twitched, holding the door open still.

“Don’t worry-I’ve rented this out.” How? When? You stepped into the stairwell and followed him up a floor or two. He definitely didn’t own this building, unless he knew someone or had some sort of hookup, but the VIP levels were usually closed down during large parties like this for safety reasons. 

When he pushed the security floor open it lead out to a VIP area, all windows and red sofas, opening to a pool deck and rooftop lounge area. The whole floor was bathed in red lights from the club and a firepit was even lit. This was planned.

“How-“You started before he pulled you over a lush velvet sofa, that thankfully didn’t reek of cigarettes or spilled alcohol. If this is how the well off went clubbing you could get used to it.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked. You’d had two already but the buzz was wearing off fast.

“Something that won’t knock me on my ass.” You smiled back at him and he grinned, nodding and picking up a phone that was on one of the side tables. He sat back down next to you, so close that your knees brushed. He leaned over, running a hand along the edge of your cape, taking the end between his two fingers and feeling the texture of it.

“I do love this.” He said, a hint of playfulness, but also a strangled taste of something, filthier.

“Would I get in trouble if I wore it to the office?” You poked, trying to discharge the electric current that seemed to be in the air.

“No, I think that… would be fine.” You let your hand drop, landing on top of his. You two had gotten away from the loud music to talk but all you could hear was your heart beating heavily in your chest, the sound of blood rushing in your ears.

 He observed you again, and you felt the warmth in your cheeks and felt yourself biting your bottom lip. His hand brushed up along your arm, rising to your shoulder and tangling in the knot that held the cape secured, tugging the one end and watching as the tie unraveled and fell off your shoulders behind you.

You let out a soft breath feeling the sudden cool air dance over your exposed chest and back, the tiny dress doing nothing to protect you from even the subtle breeze that was out tonight. Finding the confidence within you to speak somewhere-

“Hey, I might need that.” You glanced back at your cape puddled behind you.

“Oh? For what?”

“To protect me from big bad wolves.” His smile was devious, a look so carnal, you’d never seen him look such a way before- unhinged. You got up onto your knees, reaching over him to brush your hands along the plastic horns on his head, relishing the sharp intake of breath he took as your breasts were pressed into his should and part of his chest.

 “I like these too. And they light up.” You replied, waiting, to see if your intrusion of space was going to be fully reciprocated or if he’d back off. The feeling of warm hands on the small of your back and between your shoulder blades was answer enough.

You let your other knee find its place on the other side of his legs, straddling him fully now. Your heart was racing, eyes half lidded looking down at him, he caressed the side of your face, fingers playing with a coil of your hair before returning to cup your chin, moving you closer to him, to his lips. 

Your lips found each other and you had to swallow the erotic moan you wanted to let loose. Billy’s lips were softer than you’d imagined but firm, demanding, the taste of him made you want to roll your eyes back in your head.

His tongue found the seam of your lips and requested entrance, which you wholly gave. He tasted each bit of you, dancing with your own tongue, swiping along the roof of your mouth, drawing out a small moan from you that couldn’t be concealed. His tempo sped up at that, kissing you open mouthed but also soft almost chaste kisses intertwined. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, grasping at the strands and grinding into his lap fervently. He hissed at that, gripping your behind and dragging you as close as you could possibly get, well almost. Bucking his hips upwards into you, you gasped but it bled into a wanton moan that drove him crazy. You could feel how hard he was beneath you, a twitch beneath your center that almost did you in. Tongues delving into one another’s mouths and the scent of him over powering you.

“Wait.” He stopped, chest still heaving, you blinked at him wondering what happened, your mouth red and glistening. “W-we shouldn’t. We can’t.” He said painfully, his hands feeling looser on your body.

“Why not?” You asked, you knew why, but you only knew your thoughts, you wanted to hear his this time. Your hand pressed to the center of his chest, the other behind his neck.

“It’s not professional. I’ve been so…very…I was wrong to do this I-“His eyes darted around, anything to not look you in the eyes.

“Billy.” Your voice saying his name sounded so right. It forced him to hold your gaze. “Please. I-I want this. I want you.” Where was this coming from? You felt foolish as if begging him, but you needed him to know how you felt. “I’ve wanted you for so long- please.” You could see the fight leaving his eyes, replaced with the lust and desire from before, feel his heart speed up again. You ground your hips into his, swiveling them in a circle on his lap, teasing at the hardness of him.

Emily had joked you shouldn’t wear panties out, but you’d gone for a thin lacey pair, you were thinking maybe it wouldn’t have mattered. They were dripping and the wetness soaked through them and onto Billy’s trouser pants. He sucked in a sharp breath and quiet moan the second he felt it. 

He was gone. He didn’t care about company policy anymore, he was the fucking CEO, screw it all to hell. Pulling you flush to him again, with a weight that pushed you down harder onto him, both of you crying out. You licked a line from his neck to the bottom of his ear, sucking on his earlobe before placing a downright dirty kiss onto his lips, tongue swirling against his greedily.

“Damn you.” He groaned into your shoulder after your lips had parted. Damn you both to hell. He couldn’t say no to you, after your wide eyes looked at him like that, pleading, after you’d shared how you truly felt, after your gorgeous body that looked like an angel but made him only think sinful things rutted against him like that. 

He’d swore seen your face years ago when he thought it was the end for him and damn it all if he wasn’t going to do everything in his power not lose sight of you again.

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The Sin of Desire (Pt. 3)

Werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Graphic Descriptions, 18+ spicy themes,  *be careful out there

Writers notes: THANK YOU to everyone who has liked/ reblogged/ shared/read, you’re all Rockstar's. This is my first fic...in ever? The love is so appreciated, words will never cover it, but I love you <3

Fight. Flight. Freeze. That’s what your therapist had walked you through once during a session. You’d always joked with your girlfriends out for drinks that if anyone crossed your path you’d deck ‘em into next week. What a Fool. In reality you were frozen to the spot. Too terrified to breathe let alone move. The yellow eyes glaring back at you, panting breath fogging up the all too thin panel of glass acting as a pathetic barrier. The sheer size of the animal you couldn’t quite tell but you remember seeing a creature like this before, months ago when Billy had-

The beast let loose a loud howl that made the teeth chatter in your skull, the sound reverberating through the entire house. A large snout pointed up at the air, sniffing, searching, hunting. A brief moment passed then the creature loped off the porch, before you could take a sigh of relief you saw it charge around the side of your house and scuffling noise sounded from the back. The pantry. The ONE window you forgot about.

A surge of cortisol burst into your veins and you were up, running as fast as your wobbly legs could carry you to the back pantry. Fear exploded in your chest when you saw the clawed hand tear away the mesh in the window, replaced with its giant head, attempting to force itself into the house. Realizing you left the knife on your night stand, the nearest weapon you had was a dirty cast iron skillet. Good enough. A metallic thwack onto the nose of the beast sent it back out the window, shaking its massive head, its eyes for a moment looking at you confused, before it was back scratching at the wood paneling of the window frame, growling. 

A snarl ripped from its throat and black lips curled back to reveal large canines and they were dripping…blood. How had you not noticed before? Were its eyes that entrancing that you didn’t see its entire mouth bloodied and clumps of its fur darkened in muddy red patches. Your arms ached with the effort of swinging the heavy pan, making sure to strike the claws straight on, that were now scratching deep gauges in the wood, you needed to push the animal back enough to close the window, but even that seemed so silly, it could easily break through once closed.

Regardless you let Fight mode take over and let loose a shriek that caused a shocking pause long enough for you to smash the heaviest brunt of the skillet over the full left side of the animal’s head, forcing it to stagger back with enough of a time gap for you to slam the window shut, locked and left you standing, staring out the glass as this creature…this enormous wolf, sniffing and scratching at its face, fur spiked along its back. After a moment that felt like eons, it turned to you, the same yellow eyes, they seemed to glow just as the moon did. They were wild. Feral. Hungry.

It stepped back a few feet, on its muscled haunches, lit up from the moonlight, the darkened forest a haunting backdrop to this terror in front of you. Half expecting to wake up from a terrible dream. Half expecting to roll over in bed and see Billy’s sleeping face and when he stirred he’d smile and you could recall your horrifying nightmare and it would suddenly be just that. A nightmare.

The wolf stared back at you and cocked its head. Unsure if this was it figuring out another way in or just a calculating menacing tactic. Your feet itched to move away, as fast as possible. You bolted to your bedroom, grabbing your phone and dialing Billy’s number. It was dumb, stupid, but what would 911 do? At least if you got ahold of him, he’d know how to take down one of his kind. The phone kept ringing and ringing. “DAMNIT PICK UP!” You screamed into the line, then the click and answering machine. “Hello you’ve reached Billy Russo’s personal line…please don’t bug me unless you have to..” Click. 

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[celestialspecial]

The Sin of Desire (Pt.5)

Werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Graphic Descriptions, 18+ spicy themes, *be careful out there

You had arrived at your friend Emily’s doorstep and once she had finished hugging you to the point of choking, she led you inside to the spare bedroom she had made up. Plopping down on the bed, she immediately understood that you didn’t feel like talking about the events of the night until after a long undisturbed sleep and potentially 5 cups of coffee the next morning. Pulling out your phone to plug it into the wall to charge, no texts, no calls from Billy. You’d save your anger for when you were less tired and the sweet embrace of unconsciousness took hold instantaneously.

The incessant buzzing of your phone vibrating across the side table caused the dreary tendrils of sleep to dissipate slowly. Still groggy, but alive. Reaching for the annoying device you unlocked the screen and saw an influx of missed calls and text from none other than the man himself. Billy. “Are you okay?” “Are you safe? Please call me back.” “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry” “Call me back as soon as you wake up.” “I’m so sorry.”

Shaking your head, you hit redial and in two seconds flat the line opened and there was Billy’s voice- “Oh my god- are you ok? Where are you? Are you hurt?” Your head hurt from the influx of concern so early and before any caffeine.

“No no, I’m fine. I’m- where the hell were you last night? I tried calling you. What happened?” You hear his long drawn out sigh from the other end. He sounded tired too.

“I was out cause…ya know…” Yes. The full moon. He had said once that he didn’t need to shift every full moon, he’d be cranky and bitter as hell but in this day and age not everyone was able to be at the whims of their animal selves, himself included.

“I was attacked.” You ground out, you hadn’t intended it but tears stung your eyes and your voice cracked a little on the last word. “By an- Oh ‘ya know’, last night. You knew something was going to happen. So, tell me, what happened.” A soft knock on the open door revealed Emily standing a step outside the room holding a mug with steam billowing off of it, she nodded in silent understanding and left the cup on the night stand for you. Bless her.

A long pause, then, “I know. I’m so sorry I tried to stop it. To make sure to be far away, that no one would...” A sudden dawning of realization hit you and the piping hot coffee burned down your throat as you coughed into the receiver.

“That was you.” More silence.

“Yes.”

You couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it. Why would he try to attack you, hurt you?

“You tried to kill me?” The words felt like ash on your tongue, placing the mug down quickly as you felt a light headedness start to take over.

“No! Never. I’d never do that! I- “

“You were covered in blood, Billy. You tore down a window and…and almost broke down my front door.”

He let loose a long-strangled breath and you could sense the anxiety from his end, his mind probably racing a mile a minute to somehow put into words what was really going on.

“Can we please talk about this in person?” You wanted to be petty and retort back something cruel, something short, something that would make him wonder about your future together, something that would be scathing, but you were tired and you felt ragged and confused. The ringing in your ears seemed to intensify as you also wound around your head searching for an answer.

“Fine.”

“I’ll come get you. We can- we can go to our place?” Your place was a small mom and pop restaurant on the outskirts of town, about 15 minutes from your house. It felt almost like a cruel joke going there since it had been the place he’d asked you to be his girlfriend. Now it could be the place where he got to explain why he’d tried to kill you. Ah, Love.

“Alright. Today, at noon. I’m at Emily’s.” Relief seemed to emanate from your phone.

“I’ll be there soon.”

“Russo.”

“…yes?”

“This had better be good.”

A grunt of understanding on his end and the line went dead. You set your phone down and huffed out a large gulp of air you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, falling back against the pillows with a fluffy “thump”.

“Y-You wanna talk about it?” Emily again at the doorway. You couldn’t tell if she had been listening in, but then again, she was smart and didn’t have to. She’d probably been wondering why it was her room you were sleeping in instead of your significant others.

“Not really.” You rolled onto your side facing her, sure the signs of fatigue and underlying hurt were evident by the way her face softened and she walked over to the bed and sat down.

“That’s okay, we don’t need to talk it about it now…I heard…so is Billy coming to get you?” So, she had been listening in a little bit.

“Yeah, he’s gonna take me to lunch and …talk me down I guess.” She nodded doing her best to understand and pick her next words carefully.

“Did he say where he was last night?” Ooof, there it was. The question you weren’t ready to answer and one that you’d never be able to truly answer honestly. The idea of never sharing the whole entire truth with your oldest friend stung a little, but dwelling on that before handling the most recent events wasn’t something you were ready to do.

“No, but I’m gonna make sure he fills me in today.” A small smile, then she leaned down and gave you a mini squeeze.

“I’m so grateful you’re safe.”

“Me too.”

An hour and a half later you saw Billy pull up to Emily’s drive. His jaguar looked so out of place out of the city. He got out of the driver’s side, wearing a black t-shirt and leather jacket with dark jeans. He had called it his ‘weekend outfit’ to you once when you’d poked fun at the fact he wore it so often, but you would too, knowing how much that jacket probably cost him. He made to move towards you, testing the waters if a hug was going to be welcomed or shunned. Realizing it might be weird to Emily standing on her porch if you two didn’t embrace you let his arms wind around your back, your face buried in his neck breathing in the scent of him. You cursed your body for immediately reacting and relaxing into him so easily. You were supposed to be mad, damn it, but being in his arms felt so safe, so… nice.

He let go after a long while and walked over to the passenger door, opening it for you. A single wave to Emily and he was edging out of the drive and down the road to the diner. You stared outside, refusing to look him in the eyes as he drove through the winding roads and curves. Outside it was sunny, warm, pretty enough that no one could’ve suspected the accounts of the night before. Billy sat stiffly, white knuckles gripping the wheel. He’d fucked up and he knew it. Maybe you were crazy for agreeing to meet with him so readily, anyone else would’ve put the two and two together of their boyfriend changing into a wild beast and trying to break into their house and cut off all contact.

That would’ve been easier, but you wanted to know. Deserved to know why. Pulling into the small parking lot of the restaurant you recoiled realizing how it was also surrounded by woods. Before last night that had seemed so charming, like a fairytale, a small cabin-esque building with delicious food and delightful people, now all you could look for was danger. But he was sitting right beside you, wasn’t he? Billy got out and opened your door, offering his hand to you, but you didn’t take it. Instead brushing off your pants and making a beeline for the front door without looking back. You could feel the small pang in his chest and the worry that most likely filled his eyes as they moved downcast following behind you.

The sweet older woman at the front guided you two to a side booth, looking back over the woods. It was a quiet space, away from a lot of the other patrons, she winked at you after placing the menus on the table. You think her name was Charlotte, a relative of the owners, she had been working here too the day Billy had asked to make things official and probably assumed you guys were back for an anniversary dinner or something similar. Flipping through the menu, refusing to meet Billy’s stare, even though you could feel it boring into you from across the table, pretending to be entranced by all the side dishes they had as additions to a hamburger.

“Love- “He started. “Please can I...” You folded the menu and placed it off to the side, finally looking up at him. He looked pathetic. He never looked like this. Large deep brown eyes, eyebrows drawn together, he looked like he had a shit night too, dark circles under his eyes. He looked so...sad. So remorseful, that you couldn’t do anything other than sigh.

“Go on.”

He looked around to make sure Charlotte, and any other bus boys or patrons weren’t standing too close by. “What happened last night… I’ve never done that before. I swear, it’s…. hard to describe.”

“What were you trying to do exactly?” You hissed at him, leaning across the table.  He drew in another shaky breath.

“Trying to get to you.” That much was obvious and it must’ve shown on your face as you almost rolled your eyes. “If you haven’t noticed a few weeks ago something…shifted. Changed. Between us.” You had noticed. That was when he had started avoiding you. Always watching you, but from a distance, it felt different than the playful and light experiences you two had had the previous months. “There are different words and terms for it, depending on who you ask but all I can describe it as is a bond, a connection. I’ve always been able to keep my normal everyday life separate from, well, the rest of me, but this time it’s like the part of me that’s dormant and under the surface save for once a month suddenly realized that you existed, that…”

Charlotte had come over looking cheerful and refilled your waters, Billy looked away somewhat embarrassed, pretending to look out the window. You couldn’t help but smile at the awkwardness. After giving your orders he resumed, “The wolf in me has never been aware of the people I’ve dated before, never cared. It’s like two sides of me kept separate, and that’s how I always liked it, but for some reason you’ve edged past that, leaked into the parts of me that it has access to. I thought if I kept a distance for a little bit maybe it would forget, lose interest, but the harder I fought it the more it felt compelled to chase, to claim.” Billy was looking at his hands, clasped in a tight fist on the table in front of him, as if willing himself to maintain control over this part of him that didn’t seem present now.

“It wanted to get to me, to kill me? Because it doesn’t understand?” His steely obsidian gaze found mine and held it for a moment.

“It wanted to change you. It could smell you, like I can smell you, but raw, wild…” He shook his head. “Unsafe.” You felt a chill on your back, he’s never shared much of this information with you before, and honestly most days you were too afraid to ask. To know more felt scary, and when you’d go out and laugh and drink then spend the rest of the evening in bed together it was like you were just two normal people in a happy relationship. You’d never asked how he’d been turned, if he’d been turned, was it possible for him to do that to others, but apparently it was.

“It wanted you- I, wanted you. I could smell you and it was driving me crazy, I needed to claim you in anyway possible, taste you…” You shivered at that, aching at the desire in Billy’s eyes, but also the fear of that coming from the other part of him. That would have you become like it, in order to have you. “I tried to get myself as far away from you as possible, three towns over, letting it take over, but after I’d hunted, it didn’t seem to be enough.”

“Billy- “You reached across the table to take his hand, afraid that his fists were clenched so tight they might break through the tabletop between you, but also to comfort, soothe. There was a soft buzzing, electricity when your hands touched. From the get go there had always been a sort of spark, the kind that you had spent years denying it existed, after a handful of failed relationships and lackluster romantic encounters it had always felt easier to assume that maybe the whole package relationship-wise just wasn’t meant for you. Billy had changed all that. You’d never felt giddy to see someone before, smiling like an idiot when he’d bring a coffee to your desk, dash of cream, 2 sugars and pump of hazelnut. Even your own parents didn’t know how you liked your coffee, but for him you’d said it once and he never forgot.

Same with music you liked, books you’ve read, textures of things that you enjoyed or hated. He remembered it all, and you effortlessly did the same for him. To understand and be so fully understood in return was new, and scary but no matter how many mental gymnastics your head went through to ignore that this man was different, the sensations in your body, a feeling of a deep yes resonated in your gut.

 Gripping your hand, you felt the tiny shaking in it cease, the muscles relax every so slightly and fingers grip yours back in want and need. The anger you might’ve felt paled in comparison to the remorse and regret he no doubt had flowing through every cell in his body right now. “So, what do we do?” You asked, knowing he probably didn’t have an answer either. His shoulders drooped away from his ears where they had been hunched, you could see his mind working away, eyes darting back and forth, searching for some sort of solution in that businessman and marine brain of his.

“I’m not entirely sure right now, but I’ll figure it out.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Charlotte returned with your plates of food, both of you eating in calm quiet, allowing what had happened to not settle over the rest of your meal like a low hanging cloud. You had time to find a way around this. Through this, but that time was not right this second. You had another month yet.

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The Sin of Desire (Pt.2)

You’d tried not to think too much about what Billy had said but as you found yourself on your commute home you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach. Twisted and your pulse quickening as you felt an unspoken race to get home before the sun fully set. Billy had given you his warning and then went back to work easily enough, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to focus. Deciding to take off an hour sooner, Billy was all too agreeable in letting you go home.

You felt a twinge of pain from him, as if he felt regret in scarring you so badly you wanted to leave early but if that was his experience it wasn’t revealed to you. The sky was washed with pinks and reds in beautiful brushstroke patterns that it almost felt too peaceful, too calm, like a cruel joke that anything potentially dangerous could exist this night.

The rhythmic thumping of your pulse in your ears only quieted once inside your home. You locked and dead bolted the front door, then did the same for the back, checking each window throughout your house. Living on the outskirts of town made the commute into the city a bitch and a half but you’d never trade the peaceful area you resided in, flanked by a forest on 3 sides. It was your parents home and when they downsized and moved to Florida you were all too excited to move in and find the peace and quiet that only summer nights in the woods could offer.

After a small dinner and cup of tea, sleep started to call to you. Eyelids heavy and as your body had come down from your anxiety from earlier you noticed how tired you truly were. Calling forth what little energy you had hoisting yourself from the sofa to place your now empty cup of tea in the sink and calling it a night, turning off the end table lights and TV as you went. With most of the lights off in your house the cool glow of the moon leaked into the kitchen and spread across the tiles in watery hues. With a large yawn and stretch you leaned against the sink debating if you could make it to your bed before you fell asleep, a small chuckle in your chest, and then you heard it-

In the distance a blood curdling howl, far…but not that far. Suddenly you were alert and wide awake, your poor nervous system pumping adrenaline into your body once again as you slowly crept to the back window and lifted a blind to peer out. The backyard was pitch black except for the soft brightness of the moon, but it wasn’t high enough in the sky to illuminate the woods yet. All the doors and windows were locked, you were safe, you had promised him, but another howl pierced the air and it had you crouching down to the floor, scanning the yard constantly.

No signs of movement, just an eerie quiet settling over the forest. Enough time had passed that you wondered if maybe it had been a fluke and your exhaustion was playing games with you. Then came the scratching on your front porch. A soft padding noise echoed through the foyer followed by a scratching noise along the baseboards and a high pitched whimper. You could feel your heart fluttering against your ribcage and cursing the time Billy had offered to teach you to use a gun and you turned him down. If you made it through the night you’d immediately take him up on the offer again…If.

Grabbing the largest knife from its cutting block you edged towards the hallway. Moonlight flooded the space and the blinds were wide open on your front door. You couldn’t see anyone or anything, moving to the side window and peaking out. Nothing. You allowed a soft breath to escape your mouth, focusing on army crawling to the window on the other side. Nothing. Now you were beginning to question your sanity. Was this purely a placebo effect, told to be careful and watch out by one of the only people you trusted causing you to go batshit crazy and overthink the sounds you were hearing?

Waiting another few minutes and hearing nothing you crawled on your hands and knees to your bedroom, feeling silly but not wanting to risk being seen should anything really be out there. Silence continued other than your occasional ragged breaths. You pulled on a pair of socks and an old pair of sneakers that were by your dresser…just in case. Pushing aside the little voice in your head that told you you were crazy, but while that voice taunted in your head you couldn’t deny the gut feeling that had you on high alert. Knife in your right hand you carefully moved to the line of windows along your bedroom that looked out over the porch. The blinds and shades in place like usual before nighttime should any cars or pedestrians pass your house you didn’t like the idea of prying eyes seeing you in bed. More silence, more quiet and you felt your pulse slow.

Your phone was on the dresser, on silent mode, grabbing it for one last look before you’d crawl into bed and sleep with it and your knife close by. One text from Billy about 2 hours ago. “Doors. Windows. Do not unlock them for anything. No matter what. Love you.”

Deciding Monday morning you’d storm into work and slap him for giving you such anxiety and vagueness without any true reason, you set the phone aside and ventured one last look out before you’d let the sleep you so rightfully deserved claim you. Moving one blind up an inch you gazed out, eyes scanning back and forth. The moon was high enough that you couldn’t see it in its usual place at the edge of the left of your porch. Glancing quickly to the right you were met with a large glowing pair of yellow eyes boring into yours and your blood ran cold.

[celestialspecial]

The Sin of Desire (Pt 9)

Werewolf!BillyRusso x Female Reader

Warnings:  Violence, Graphic Descriptions, 18+ spicy content etc.

Waking up in your arms, Billy was convinced was the only thing that had ever felt soothing to him. He never knew what actual restful sleep was until you. You both rushed to get changed and ready for work, jumping into his car, thankfully Billy lived fairly close to the office. Pulling into the parking garage you leaned over and kissed him once more.

“See you up there.” You said, letting your fingers trace over his eyebrow briefly. No one knew you two were dating, at least that you were aware of. Billy hadn’t truly cared but you thought that it was too soon to share it wholly with the world, plus you enjoyed having the little secret. That was before this other, much more sizeable secret that Billy was carrying.

He watched you jump out and planned to wait five minutes before following up the elevator, into the lobby and venturing into whatever meetings were planned for the day. That was until his phone beeped.

“May have a lead. Get back to me ASAP.” Frank. Billy sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Maybe he wasn’t going into work today.

“Where are you?” Billy typed back. Frank sent an address and within the next five minutes Billy was driving to meet his friend instead of following you inside.

After about 20 minutes of driving and following winding side roads and obscure alleyways he finally turned onto a lot just outside an abandoned factory. This was Frank’s style. Discreet, easy to escape from and on his own terms. Billy parked the car towards the back by a large dumpster, before getting out to survey the area. It was quiet, the hum of the city still remained but it was blunted, somehow more muffled. He could only assume Frank was inside. Patting his back pocket where his concealed weapon was Billy began walking towards the old factory in front of him.

It was cold and damp. The warm breeze off the water didn’t touch here. Each footstep echoed loudly in the stairwell and amplified ten-fold as he got off on one of the many floors. He could sense Frank, smell him from miles away, and Frank could do the same. There was another scent too, familiar as well. Turning around a corner Billy was greeted by his two friends, Frank and Curtis.

“Long time no see.” Billy smiled at the two. More directed at Curtis who he truly hadn’t seen in a long while. Frank, he made a point of running into at least once a month.

“You look well.” Curtis mused, playfulness glinting in his eyes. “Domestic bliss taken over?” Billy knew they could both smell you on his clothes. The scent always lingered after you two would spend a long night together. It was partially what got him through most days. Frank smirked at him, but it didn’t fully meet his eyes. He knew Billy was enthralled with you, but  there was the problem- the whole reason the three of them were here right now.

“You have news for me?” Billy asked, kicking a small chunk of concrete that was by his boot, hands in his pockets.

“There’s a guy. From a rival pack who’s agreed to speak with us. Says he knows someone who had a similar issue as you.”

“He couldn’t just tell you over the phone?”

“Do you want his info or not?” Frank raised an eyebrow, clearly, he had already done a lot of the dirty work finding this person and even getting them to agree to a meeting. Billy sighed and nodded, taking the card with info Frank had pre-written down. The guy was from a pack in Connecticut. When the question was evident in his eyes Frank said, “He’s in town on business. Call him.”

“Thank you. Really.” Frank nodded and folded his hands over his chest looking to Curtis who swallowed roughly before looking to Billy.

“Ya know, Frank and I…we’re wondering why you don’t just …turn her?” He didn’t seem to particularly enjoy asking the question, but between the two of them it was valid. Of course, it was. It was easy for them to ask, to wonder. This was all they knew, it chose them. Billy on the other hand- he hadn’t asked for any of this. His choice was taken from him and some days it was a burden to bear.

Frank and Curtis were born into this life, it was all they’d known, born in it, grown in it, had family, friends, lovers that were a part of this life, who all came from the same background. There is a difference between wolves who are born in the pack and wolves who are turned. If you are born into it there is a baseline of control, its easier to marry the wolf with who you are as a human, it very rarely fights back for domination. While being turned is different, dangerous, there is room for error- too much room. If your body and mind cannot control the new rush of power, of change, it takes over.

Ferals, they called them. Wolves who were turned that couldn’t handle the change and went crazy. It was the packs job to hunt them down and eradicate them, and it happened far too often for Billy’s liking. It could happen at any time too, it wasn’t just within the first hours or days, even weeks of turning. You could be good for years and then something triggers it. He was a ticking time bomb he just didn’t know when. The idea of doing that to you, risking your life for something that might not even work? If his time came and he couldn’t get a handle on this part of him that was chasing you, attempting to break into your house…well at least he knew two people who could put him down if need be.

Your life was still yours, to make what you wanted of it. Billy was only turned because he was dying. Bleeding out and fast, there was no other choice, and it was a rough road to get the control he had today. His marine mind had helped him get this far, struggle was not unknown to him. He should be grateful for this second chance and he was, he’d been able to overcome so much, succeed beyond what he’d thought possible, then he met you and keeping his life compartmentalized was no longer working.

He was losing control, could feel it slipping as he changed on the full the moon the other night. Most nights he could remember what happened, it was a haze like when you’ve had a few too many drinks and everything is fuzzy but you can still see and experience it happening. Not this time, no this time he blacked out and there was nothing. He came to in the woods, covered it dirt and blood, confused as to where he was. It was only after the fogginess lifted with the last dredge of night that he realized he was in your town, outside of your friend Emily’s house. He had seen you in bed sleeping, before rushing back to his car, three towns over.

Frank had a wife and kids, Curtis, a girlfriend. Both in the pack, both able to turn with the moon each month. Their mates, able to be their whole selves with, unfiltered. Billy had always been just fine with hookups, things that meant nothing, doubting he’d ever truly be happy in a long-term relationship. He wasn’t born from love, so how could he possibly find it with someone romantically.

“You don’t understand. Its…different for me. You know that.”

Curtis looked downward and Frank’s shoulders dropped a little. They knew what he was talking about, couldn’t, and would never understand the pain of having to make a choice. Potentially kill the only person who means anything to you, or let yourself be taken down first. Billy was not a praying man, but as he said goodbye to his friends and got into his car to meet with this stranger who could maybe help him? Prayer didn’t seem like such a lost cause right now.

The man’s name was Logan, he had answered on the third ring when Billy called him to set up a rendezvous point. The guy had sounded gruff, unhappy about the meeting but accepted. They’d meet at a very public spot, a diner in the East Village. Billy’s phone beeped again as he was driving and your name popped up on the screen.

“Where did you go?” You had texted. He felt a jolt of guilt at having forgotten to text you, too consumed with meeting Frank as soon as possible, hoping he would’ve had the answers himself, not needing another person involved.

“Something came up. I’m so sorry, I forgot to text you.” He spoke into the Bluetooth speaker, approving it to send and realizing he was apologizing a lot to you lately and that maybe he just needed to do better. Be better. Women he understood, relationships for the long haul? Not so much. He wanted to be a better man for you, give you what you deserved, so that you never doubted how much he loved you.

Loved. When he had blurted that out last night his whole body had panicked at the thought of you not returning his feelings. You’d only been dating for over 6 months, he wasn’t sure if that was too soon? But you had responded in kind, and he felt it. The love radiating off of you, the way your body perked up, the scent of your approval. He’d not known what hope felt like most of his life, he did what he had to get by, but you- you changed him.

“I love you. Dinner tonight?” He quickly added before resuming focus on his drive to meet Logan. Billy pulled into a parking spot in front of the diner and could scent a separate pack member immediately. He was sure the sensation was mutual. Walking into the diner and hearing the little bell ding signaling his entrance only one man looked up and made eye contact with him. Moving swiftly and silently to the booth, removing his jacket and easing in quietly, doing his best to steady his heart and give off a sense of ease and peace so as not to spook his dinner companion.

Logan was a monster of a man, probably 6’4”, near on 250 lbs., all muscle and brawn. It didn’t matter that he looked to be close to 70, Billy was sure this man could rip nearly everyone in this diner in half with one hand tied behind his back. A series of scars covered his forearms and a long jagged one across his forehead through his right eyebrow.  Gray eyes fixed Billy with a gaze that had probably seen even more terrors than Billy had, which was a lot. Worn, tired, and fiery.

“Logan.”

“Mhmm.” The man gruffly responded, leaning back in his seat, eyes never leaving Billy. Watching his every move.  

“Frank said he’d talked to you. That you… might have some information for me?” Logan ‘humphed’ in response.

“So you’re having…animal control issues?” He questioned, after surveying the fellow patrons and noting none of them were actually paying attention to the two men. Billy nodded. “I’m gonna need more details, son.”  

“Didn’t Frank share those with you?” Logan refilled his coffee with the pot that had been left on the table. Scratching his shoulder before rolling his neck around, producing a loud crack.

“He shared some, but I wanna hear it from you.” Billy lowered his eyes, listening to everyone around them, waiting for a  break in the action as the couple in the booth  behind them got up to go pay their bill and leave, allowing a more comfortable amount of space between them and everyone else.

“Last full moon I was unable to control myself. I’d been feeling something for a few weeks prior, noticed a shift in that side of me, but didn’t realize how I-I’d changed. I blacked out completely, only saw bits and pieces in flashes,but I’d tried to break into her place, tried to get to her. Apparently trying to change her…” He gritted it out, fists clenched under the table. Still angry at himself, still hopelessly frustrated this was even happening to him. To you.

Logan made another noise of understanding, as if deep in thought.

“Have you considered maybe she’s your mate?”

“Turned wolves can’t have mates.” That’s what Frank had told him years ago. If you were a true blue born wolf then a mating bond could find you easily. If it wasn’t in your dna from birth then you weren’t able to have that connection, at least to the depth other males in the pack could. Logan continued his intense examination of Billy before responding,

“It can happen. Very rare. Very dangerous, but possible.” That was the info Frank knew Logan had, he knew of wolves who were turned that had mates, that’s why he’d even bothered suggesting turning you. “I will say, for the scant few times it’s happened often one of the pair will be a true born wolf, I’ve only seen it happen up close once with two who weren’t in a pack from birth.”

“And?” Billy felt himself on the edge of his seat, hanging on every word the man before him had said, waiting for more.

“It… didn’t end well. It was a turned female and her supposed mate who was a human male.” Billy’s eyes were still fixed on Logan, the older man took a deep breath, “ She killed him. Then we had to kill her. She was gone after that. Gone feral and needed to be taken out before she hurt other people, innocent people.” Taking another swig of coffee he continued, “She had chosen not to turn him, there might’ve been a chance that if it took and he didn’t turn feral that it’dve worked, but guess we’ll never know.”

Billy felt his heart plummet in his chest. His only sliver of hope was dashed. He couldn’t change you. Wouldn’t. If he did and it didn’t work…he’d never be able to live with himself.

[celestialspecial]

The Sin of Desire ( Part 8)

Werewolf!BillyRusso x Female Reader

Warnings:  Violence, Graphic Descriptions, 18+ spicy content etc.

Writers notes: Thanks for being patient with me as I upload this part and work on Suspended Moments pt 2, coming back from vacation has been hard!

Billy had taken you to small café a few towns over that you’d never been to before. Apparently, he had some friends in the area and was familiar with all the best hidden gem spots. The cappuccino was perfect and being a girl who couldn’t deny a chocolate croissant, indulged happily. He’d remark about something silly that had previously happened to you both, an inside joke from work or an encounter that made you two laugh. His whole body seemed to relax into his seat and you were grateful for it. Even though you were the one that had been attacked several days ago you could tell it was wearing on him much harder than you. Walking on eggshells might be how you’d describe it, even though you knew you weren’t about to throw in the towel just yet.

You were unfamiliar with his type, his pack, he’d once called it. What was involved, all the details of being a werewolf. To this day it still felt weird to wrap your mind around. You had read the books, watched the movies and then put it aside and gone to bed almost your whole life not believing such things actually existed. And it might’ve stayed that way too if you hadn’t been hired by this specific company, with this specific CEO, if you hadn’t been taking a shortcut to your parking garage at that specific time…

“Babe?” Billy questioned, noticing your eyes glazing over as you stared across the street, where nothing remotely interesting was going on to capture your attention. Shaking your head slightly you smiled back at him. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, hesitant to speak to him, let alone shake his hand during your interview. Tall, lean, but sturdy. He’d towered over your frame and if this was an intimidation tactic he used during negotiations you knew why his company was so successful. You’d hear guys by the watercooler snicker and make snide remarks, ‘Pretty boy’, about him after a scathing performance review or if their slacking off didn’t go unnoticed. They said it like it was an insult. One of the men had sneered at you and asked if you agreed, that your pompous leader was a just that, a pretty boy.

You had rolled your eyes refilling your coffee cup and responded that that was a better alternative to ‘an Ugly Ass Lowlife.’ And that at least they had that going for them, God forbid anyone confuse them for being ‘pretty.’ That had shut them up pretty quickly and maybe made a few enemies in the meantime. Grabbing a second cup of coffee you’d moved back to the other side of the break room wall where Billy’s office was and knocked before opening the door when he called out.

You still remember his face, twitching almost trying to suppress the biggest smirk you’d ever seen him make. Hand propping his chin up, an amused shine to his eyes as you walked over to place the mug in front of him. Had he heard the conversation one wall over? No, there was no way, the walls were too thick. He’d made sure the building was built that way, thick reinforced walls to mute sounds and muffle conversations held in separate areas.

He sure as hell was acting like someone who might’ve heard, but you ignored it and asked if he needed anything else.  When he had said no you left the office almost feeling a sense of giddiness, it didn’t feel like your own emotions bubbling through you, but the sensation was pleasant, warm and who were you to turn down feeling happy?

Looking back at the same man seated across from you as he sipped his coffee, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes as the radiant beams of early afternoon enfolded the table you were sitting at, you couldn’t help but wonder if that instance had had something to do with his true self. Was it even his true self? A wolf? When tensions weren’t so high you’d ask more questions, because right now you damn well deserved them.

“So groceries.” He had said, waking you from your stupor.

“Yes?”

“I was thinking we could pick those up then maybe spend the night at my place in the city? Get a bite to eat and have some…privacy. Ya know, away from prying eyes of contractors.” He mused, looking over his glasses at you and wiggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated motion. You had laughed and took his hand across the table.

“That sounds great.”

Grocery shopping was the bane of your existence, but doing it with your boyfriend made it go by so much easier. What’s the term, a spoonful of sugar? You weren’t far from the city but you could tell Billy enjoyed being dressed more casually, grabbing jars of peanut butter off the shelves and not being recognized by clients, work associates and everything in between. Here he could just- be.

Grabbing ingredients that you knew were for him to cook you something at a later date, and teasingly grabbing the more expensive official brand of items and tossing them into the cart laughing at the grimace you’d make. He’d always pay, and you were still learning how to receive that without feeling too uncomfortable, but you could tell it made him happy. To have someone to pamper, take care of, who was actually grateful for it.

Sure, he had tons of clients and people he worked with that he made happy, but this was different. Sweet, loving, domestic. Things he didn’t expect himself ever getting to experience and he was making sure he damn well enjoyed every moment. Seeing you try to switch out the kraft mac n’ cheese for a cheaper alternative before he noticed would have him pinching your side and kissing your forehead before replacing those items back on the shelf and grabbing the name brand once again. He hadn’t grown up having anyone to dote on him, let alone defend him, even in his past relationships he’d never felt like this. Home. You were his home, and there was no better feeling.

A sour tang of regret shot through him, thinking about the flash of memory he had from the other night, thrashing and clawing into the pantry. He’d handle it, he’d figure something out. Anything for her. After paying for the groceries and the drawn-out process of putting them away, the sun was beginning to set.

“You ready to go?” You asked, hoisting your overnight duffle onto your shoulder and moving towards the front door.

“Sure thing.” Billy responded, kissing your forehead and snatching the heavy bag off of you, unlocking his car from the front door. You got into the passenger side as he tossed the bag into the trunk and in the last glimmers of sunlight as you took off, back into the city.

Billy had a large penthouse apartment overlooking the water and a few nearby parks, because of course he did. You remember the first time you’d seen his place and how difficult it was to pick your jaw up off the floor. You were used to the view now, but still couldn’t believe how opulent the space was, and the square footage was far larger than your little house. Setting your bag down on his bed, Billy half turned to you, phone out and scrolling.

“So there are a few good places open but they’re gonna be closing soon, so we could head out or if we’re feeling lazy order in some-“ He let out an ‘oof’ sound as you tackled him to the bed, laughing at finally getting a surprised look out of him. You climbed on top, kicking your duffle off onto the ground in the process.

“I want to pick up where we left off.” You said diving down to claim a kiss from him. He hummed an appreciative response as his hands gripped your waist tighter. He ran hot, you could always feel it sleeping next to him but his hands right now were searing into your flesh, even over your shirt. You ground into him, involuntarily moaning at the feeling of friction between your legs. You don’t know how but he did things to you, made you feel things that you’d never felt before and this was by far one of your favorites. You kept up the motion feeling him going hard beneath you, his own eyes closing and he sucked in a shallow breath.

Your thighs ached a little as your momentum picked up, his hands sliding down to the sides of your skirt and pushing it up and out of the way so he could see your underwear, which was almost soaked through. “Mmmm look at you.” He murmured running his hands along your thighs now, fingers tracing upwards, teasingly. Pulling aside your panties he let a finger brush against you insistently making you cry out. You couldn’t take it, you wanted more, fingers fisted in his shirt you began plucking at the buttons, revealing more and more of his chest. When you were distracted with a particularly frustrating button Billy arched upwards, his hips grinding into you suddenly. He moaned, seizing your wrists and flipping you down beneath him, the last button of his shirt gone and stripped away.

He bent down to unzip the side of your skirt, pulling it down ever so slowly and letting his tongue lave over the newly freed bits of skin showing. A ragged breath heaved from your chest, feeling that building ache between your legs grow stronger as he pulled the rest of the offending garment off, tossing it across the room.

Billy kissed freely along your upper thighs, onto your stomach, purposefully missing the spot you truly wanted to feel him. Tongue dancing around your belly button and up to your breasts. He unclasped your bra freeing your chest to him openly and the growl than emanated in his throat felt unholy. Face pressed to your soft skin, breathing it in and sucking a nipple into his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue tease your mercilessly. His other hand caressing, kneading, worshipping your other breast. Maybe if he stayed like this with you forever your smell would envelope him completely and he would finally know peace.

Your pleading moans were like music to his ears as he sat back to undo the buttons of his pants, discarding them as well. He was fully outlined within his boxers, dying to bury himself into your molten heat, but he wanted to move slower, savoring each delicious stroke and movement. He let his hands brush a few stray strands from your face before letting them run down along your body before settling right in the center of your thighs. Tearing your panties off and letting out a long groan, running his own hand over the ever more prominent bulge just barely being contained.

“Billy, please.” You breathed, bucking up, hoping to get some kind of contact, some friction to satiate your need.

“Please what?”

“Please, I- I need you.” A corner of his lips twisted upwards as he drew a finger through your folds letting it dip into you, forcing you to gasp at the contact. It sent an electric zing through you but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.

“You need me to what?” You whined, pitifully, hoping to be shown a little sympathy for your plight.

“Fuck me.”

“Ahhh there she is.” He grinned like the cat that ate the canary. He slid off his boxers, his erection no longer encumbered by the thin fabric. Billy ran a hand along it from base to tip, hissing as he hit the overly eager tip. He peppered a few quick pecks along your hipbones, then placed one long lasting one to the bundle of nerves between your legs, his tongue dipping out to taste the wetness that had started to drip out onto the sheets beneath. Air left your lungs rapidly as he then started to gently suck, groaning as he pushed his face deeper and letting the tantalizing vibrations from his mouth reverberate to your very core.

He reluctantly pulled back, lips coated in your juices and his tongue drew a lazy line along his bottom lip before he lined up with you and in a bliss coated pulse, pushed inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut, reveling in the sensation of the length of him, running along all the delicious edges inside of you that yearned to be touched. He started a rhythm that had you grasping at the bedsheets. His cock stretching you open and each slide of friction sending searing stars into your vision.

You felt another moan turn into a grunt in your throat. “Let me hear it baby, no one’s around to watch this time. Or maybe you’d like that huh?” He snaps his hips into you and you let loose a loud unfiltered moan. He bends to kiss the column of your neck, sucking marks onto your collar bone, reveling in the soft pants you’re making.  “You feel so fuckin’ good.” As he turns to flurry more kisses onto your other side you let your teeth graze along his neck feeling the pulse beneath you and he snarls. “That’s cheating.”

You huff out a soft laugh, feeling the wall within you beginning to break, to crumble into nothingness. “Billy… I’m so close.” He is too and you feel him pick up speed, your hands gripping along his back, legs pulling him into you more forcefully with every pump. The final drag against you obliterated any sense of control, and you orgasm overcame you in wave after wave. Your body shook at the intensity and eyes squeezed shut, mouth half open, unsure if any actual sound came out, too lost in the sensations.

Billy thrust into you a few more times, hands gripping you tightly and the dam within him broke as well. “Fuck.” He groaned into your shoulder, burying his face as he rode out his release as well. When you both felt yourselves coming down from the high he loosened his grip, pushing back enough to fall to your side, drawing you close to him and planting a tender kiss to your lips. You could feel bruises starting to form where he had gripped you and thought slightly painful you couldn’t help but grin at the thought of wearing an outfit to work tomorrow that put those marks on display.

He caught you grinning and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, his dark eyes blissed out and something else more that you couldn’t quite pin point.

“I love you.”

Your eyes that had been sleepily closing shot open, staring back at him, mouth parted. He saw your shock and started to anxiously back track. “ I’m sorry…is it too soon? It’s too soon right..” You smiled sweetly, running your fingers through his hair and leaning over to kiss him once more. If it had been any other man, any other situation, maybe you wouldn’t blanched, put up a wall, withdrew completely, but this time-

“I love you too.” Grabbing his face between your two hands, his expression softened, eyes wide, a dark night sky, the color of coffee, endless. Grabbing your wrists, he surged forward to kiss you, again and again and again.

You did end up ordering food in, but the night was anything but lazy.

[celestialspecial]

The Sin of Desire (Pt. 7)

Werewolf!BillyRusso x Female Reader

Warnings:  Violence, Graphic Descriptions, 18+ spicy content etc. 

Present Day

You stirred in bed to the sound of moving trucks, hammers and shouting. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and squinting at the sunlight pouring into your room, Billy’s side of the bed empty. You heard voices outside and a few more shouts.

“Ah sleeping beauty is awake.” Billy walked into the room handing a coffee mug to you, and taking a long sip from his own before sitting on the side of the bed next to you.

“What’s all that noise?” After your meal yesterday, you had both reached an understanding and he had showed you how truly sorry he was, on almost every surface of your house.

“Contractors to fix…well,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Everything. Plus, you needed new windows anyways.”

“Did not.” You elbowed him playfully in the side.

“Did too, all I heard you complain about is how in the winter you can walk past one of those old windows and feel the breeze coming in. It’s not very energy efficient.” The sound of a beeping and a truck backing up wasn’t exactly the morning ambiance you preferred but were grateful nonetheless.

“So, if you’re replacing my windows and front door does that mean you’re anticipating it happening again?” Shame flashed over his face briefly, adjusting the mug in his hands before answering.

“I don’t plan for it, but… I hate to say just in case, but it’ll make me feel better.”  You understood and couldn’t deny that it made you feel a little better too, but were hopeful things would sort themselves out.

“You could dig a moat around my house and fill it with alligators. That could work too.” He snarled grabbing your side with a ticklish pinch causing you to squeak and almost spill the contents of your cup over the duvet. “Hey!” Setting your mug down you leaned into him, grabbing his chin and pulling his lips to yours, reveling in the delicious slide of his tongue over yours, his soft pecks to the corners of your mouth, feeling the smile spread across his mouth, just as his phone started pinging on the other end table.

“Ungggghhh” He groaned, forcefully pulling himself away and glancing at the screen. “I have to take this.” You feigned disappointment letting out a dramatic huff before falling back against the pillows once more. Billy smirked, ruffling your hair before answering the phone and standing up to walk out of the room. “Hello-“ You closed your eyes trying to drown out the obnoxious whirring noises that came from outside, not entirely sure how many windows they needed to measure and replace, but glad you weren’t the one to do it.

 Billy was pacing out on the back porch, nerves a little more than fried. “Did you hear what I said to you?” Frank said over the phone. He hadn’t. He’d barely been listening and struggled to pay attention as his friend talked on the other end. “What the hell is wrong with you today?”

“Frankie… I fucked up.” A long drawn out sigh.

“What is it this time?”

“My wolf side, it sensed her. The girl I’ve been seeing. It found her the other night.”

“Shit.” A low whistle came from the other end of the line and a huff of breath from exhalation. “Is she alright?”

“She’s alive but no she’s not alright and I can’t blame her. This has never happened before, I dunno what to d- “

“Ok, Ok, slow down for a second. This has probably happened before. Just cause it’s new to our pack doesn’t mean someone else hasn’t experienced it.” Billy had been afraid of him saying that. They didn’t get on well with, well, other packs.

“Frank, I can’t let anything happen to her I-“

“Nothing is gonna happen to her. Like I said this can’t be the first time this has happened before, there’s gotta be a way to get this solved.” Billy heard the words his friend was saying but could also feel the tightness in his voice, a tone of hesitancy. The fact that he had lost control, which hadn’t happened in years scared him. The fact that he wasn’t sure if it came down to it and he had somehow gotten into her house that he wouldn’t have turned her. Marked her as one of their own. Left her without a choice, like the choice that had been taken from him. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“Billy?” Your voice called out, head sticking out of the doorway to check on him, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah I’ll be in, in a minute.” He offered a small smile and nod. “Frank I’ve got to go.”

“I’ll put some feelers out and call in a few favors and see what I can do.”

“Thanks Frankie, it means a lot to me.” An appreciative grunt in response and the line went dead. Billy clicked off the screen and slipped the phone into his pocket, opening the back door and stepping inside. You were topping off your coffee cup and set it on the counter to look back and see your boyfriend re-enter the house. His expression strained, you couldn’t stand seeing him like this. Doing everything right to the best of his abilities and knowing he was internally beating himself up to the brink of insanity. “We have the weekend, should we go out and do something?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck haphazardly.

“Sure…” You smirked. “ But only if you catch me first.” You wanted the lightness, the playfulness, and he deserved it too. You fell into a half squat, legs at the ready to run and you saw his eyes flash with amusement.

“Oh, we’ll see about that.” You broke off into the hallway, slipping on the carpet and pushing of the wall to the staircase, taking it two steps at a time. In a split-second Billy was hot on your heels, grabbing the railing and loping, unfairly you might add, up three steps at a time due to his height. You bolted to the end past the bathroom and into a spare bedroom, leaping onto a fighting stance on the bed. He was not even a second behind you, leaping and grappling you onto the mattress, feathers from the old pillows flying as you both laughed for one brief and beautiful second where everything felt right.

Billy leaned over you, body pinned to the soft covers and began kissing a trail up from the top of your breasts, the column of your neck and teasingly along your jaw. “Billy!” you whine, bucking playfully up at him, dying for his lips to finally find your mouth. He grinned fully, how his boyish charm and wiles still made you blush and go weak in the knees you didn’t know, but the butterflies swarming in your stomach urged you on. Lifting your head up to press your lips to his and savoring the buzzing sensation between the two of you. Kissing him harder, his tongue running along the crease of your lips begging for entrance, and you were all too happy to oblige. He groaned into your mouth as his tongue licked along the inside of your mouth, deftly, erotically.

You felt light headed as his body pressed along the length of yours, hips grinding into yours causing you to gasp out at the sudden contact. You seized the moment and rolled quickly to the side, flipping it so Billy was now on his back and you straddling his waist, running your hands along his chest, finding yourself in charge and moving your mouth from his to torture him slowly, deliciously, planting kisses down the center of his chest, down lower. He hummed in approval, eyes blissfully closed as your hands moved to his pants, looking up briefly before catching movement out the window to your left.

“Jesus!” you exclaimed half shrieking half laughing in embarrassment. One of the workers taking measurements for your windows was on the cherry picker outside and had just caught you two getting busy. His mouth open, eyes wide in shared embarrassment and it was muffled but you could hear him saying ‘sorry, sorry’ as he lowered the machinery. Billy cackled from beneath you, hands kneading into the flesh of your hips.

“Guess it’s a good thing, things didn’t get hot and heavy too soon. Perverts.” You covered your face with both hands, laughing and attempting to cover how red your face was. “Maybe they’ll get the work done faster now.”

“Or slower if they’re creeps.” You joked, deciding to just lay down and cuddle for fear of being seen again. The one room without curtains, naturally. His chest shook up and down as the last few silent laughs ran their course. Billy running his fingers through your hair, sliding his hands along your shoulders and arms, no longer in a sexual manner but one of comfort, calming.

“We should actually get out today. Do something. To avoid these guys but also ‘cause I think we need to.” You hummed in agreeance. You wanted to do something cute or romantic but the laundry list of errands you needed to run started spinning around your head.

“We could do something fun but also I need groceries.” You said, staring up at the ceiling.

“Groceries can be fun.”

“In what world?” You laughed, nuzzling your face into the corner of his neck.  You could see the subtle plea in his eyes, begging you to agree, to allow you both an enjoyable afternoon before the real work began. “Alright, you win Russo.”

[celestialspecial]

The Sin of Desire (Pt.6)

Werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Graphic Descriptions, 18+ spicy themes, *be careful out there

Writers notes: Ya’ll hung in there and get a somewhat smutty chapter today XD Thank you to everyone who’s liked/reblogged/followed me, your encouragement and shares have blown me away <3

4 Months ago

The keys fell out of your hands with an obnoxious clattering on the floor, it was loud but you didn’t care. His mouth was too warm and inviting to think about anything else. Fingers fisted into his hair, gripping along the nape of his neck. You let out a low long groan, not giving a shit that it sounded whiny and needy. He adjusted his grip along the bottom of your thighs, holding you as close as possible to him, feeling the growing hardness in his pants pressing into you with as insistent a response as your whine.

You toed the key ring with your shoe, attempting to somehow lift them to get into your house without breaking the full body contact you were enjoying so thoroughly. A few attempts to no avail, had him laughing and placing you gently down to your feet so he could grab the keys and unlock your door for you.

Once inside all bets were off, he moved faster than you’d seen anyone move before and had you hoisted back into his arms and then ceremoniously placed onto the sofa in the front room. You squealed as he kissed along the inside of your legs, your dress riding up higher and higher with each touch. Your shoes had already been kicked off and he held both of your hands over your head against the pillows while his other hand slowly ran down the side of your body.

 When it reached the apex of your thighs you unconsciously bucked into the sensation. Billy grinned looking up at you, face partially covered by on of your knees that was still propped up. His eyes could be a warm brown in certain light, like coffee but now they were pitch black, you couldn’t see them but knew his pupils were blown wide and his heart had to be racing like yours to a rapid tattoo.

His hand swiveled down the last few inches and hovered over your writhing core, aching to arch into him, to remove any barrier to his touch, his body. “Shhh sweetheart, no need to rush. I’ve dreamt of having you like this for far too long to be over and done with so quickly.” You groaned again at his words, your mind fuzzy, the scent of him, masculine and strong rolled over you and you needed to taste him again. 

Moving to release your arms from his one hand to lean up and kiss him, “ah ah ah-“ He pressed firmly against them, pinning you down, as his mouth ghosted over your breast, nipple hardening under the dress, his lips continued their teasing journey to your clavicle , peppering soft placements over both sides and sucking on the space where your neck met your shoulders.

“It took everything in me not to do this to you that one day in the forest on our hike. Rip your clothes off, make you scream my name so loud it’d echo off the mountains for days.” He possessively kissed along your neck to your quickening pulse, tongue darting out to soften the areas there would most definitely be a mark left behind. He adjusted his legs and was settled between your thighs in the most tortuous of ways, the hardness of him grinding into you unbearably slow.

“Billy!” You exclaimed, hips rising to meet his, dying for more than this teasing, anything to quell the throbbing you felt growing with each second.

“Hmmm?” He lazily replied, sucking the bottom of your earlobe into his mouth, tongue tracing the shell of your ear before nuzzling his face back into your neck. Taking a deep inhale of you he moved back an iota of space and you swore his eyes flashed a vibrant yellow. “I’ve been having you run errands for me all week…” He spoke aloud, lifting your left leg up higher and resting the ankle on his shoulder. “Your legs must be, so very tired.”

 Placing a sinfully tender kiss to the inside of your ankle, his other hand finally releasing you so it could move and do the same to your right leg, this time letting his tongue lave along the inner corner of your knee. Resting your legs on his shoulders, ankles crossed, his deft hands drew up your thighs, finding the offending piece of lace they’d been searching for, pulling your panties down and off, laying them against the back cushions of the sofa, delicately.

Even though he physically wasn’t restraining your hands any longer they hadn’t moved, you were still leaning back, eyes wide, your heart ramming against your ribcage, half afraid it might spring free. His head lowered, eyes never leaving your face, your lips parted half wanting to say something but also far too afraid to. 

Your eyes nearly rolled back when you felt the hot trace of his breath over your center, tongue delving out to slip between your folds. He let out the most guttural groan that vibrated into your body, causing you to shake involuntarily. His mouth moved over you with precision, searching for every nerve ending that existed within you and setting it ablaze. Stroking, sucking, tasting.

Your hands fisted into his hair letting out a low moan of approval as he grunted back in response, setting a faster more punishing pace, lavishing the bundle of nerves between your legs with attention and wild abandon you didn’t know was possible. His hands gripped the sides of your dress, bunching it up higher, sinking deeper into you, feeling every movement of his tongue as it skillfully stroked the outside of you before it buried itself into your aching core.

You gasped half sitting up before his one hand gently pressed you down, hungry groans continued to escape his lips and the added pressure and sensation of his noises shot waves of pleasure through your body. The flat of his tongue ran over your clit and then lips wrapped and sucked, agonizingly, you could feel the release in your body building, the pot about to boil over. Your legs twitched and your hands gripped whatever they could reach, Billy’s hair, the fabric of his suit jacket, clawing at the stitching on the sofa. Your moans and whines reaching a higher pitch as you felt the dam about to break.

He felt it too and gripped you tighter, never ceasing or slowing down and then you saw stars and felt your body shuddering, quaking with the orgasm that had been building up for so long. Gasping and feeling like you were clinging for dear life as the sensations overtook you, Billy not letting up, milking every drop of your release from you until the shuddering slowed and your ragged breathing settled into a more calm rise and fall.

He pushed up onto his forearms, the wetness of you on his lips and the small scruff he had. His eyes were still shadowed but he grinned up at you, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he moved up towards you again. Hand snaking out to grab the underwear that he had placed for safekeeping on the side, he hovered over you, looking at the scrap of fabric, you hadn’t realized just how soaked though they had become from your little make out session on the porch, and if you were being honest with yourself they had probably been goners since dinner when he’d rested a warm palm on your bare knee. He deftly folded the cloth and slipped it into his pants pocket.

 “I think these...are mine now.” He smirked at you, before placing a heated kiss to your mouth, the same mouth that had completely destroyed you not five minutes ago.

He nestled his arms behind your shoulders to lift your seemingly boneless frame, resting it against him. “That was,” You couldn’t find the words, tilting your head to look up at him, his face no longer had that intense desire, that hunger behind it, instead it was softer, half lidded eyes unfocused as he brushed a few strands of your hair out of the way. You realized that you hadn't yet paid back the ‘favor’ and moved your hand to reach for his pants that were doing a poor job of concealing his excitement.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ve got time.”  Feeling immense guilt bubble up in your throat, opening your lips to protest, but he only kissed your forehead gently. “No buts. You can make it up to me later.” He chuckled, but you understood what he’d meant. You both had talked about your pasts before, strings of meaningless encounters, doing things out of expectation either from society or a less than understanding partner. He had made it clear he wasn’t looking for another hookup and you had agreed, there was only so many men who kissed you and you felt nothing but sucked it up because god forbid you were a single woman in your late 20’s.

 Sacrificing what you truly wanted and desired because you felt the heavy burden of responsibilities from life and where it said you needed to be by a certain age or point. How many orgasms had you had to fake to avoid hurt feelings, of your partner but also it was easier to do that and lie to yourself than consider the alternative- that you were intrinsically broken.  Unable to feel the romantic chemistry and sexual pull, your well-meaning friends saying you had to give those guys more chances, or change the circumstances, but then again it still was a sugar-coated way of saying you were the problem.

After resigning yourself to your fate of luke-warm rolls in the sheets and kisses that made you want to cringe you had accepted a job at a corporate hub, nothing fairytale like but when you met  your reporting boss the air had crackled. You didn’t have to convince yourself it was different because it just was different. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, an air of confidence and passion that so many others missed the mark on, he smelled amazing, his touch was warm when he had shaken your hand, his eyes focused on you and you alone, a small smile played on his lips and you know that a soft warmth had crept over your cheeks. And now here he was, that same man, holding you to his chest, eyes closing as sleep seemed to come over him, hand that had been brushing your hair back falling and settling onto your hip.

Was this how it felt? To have everything you’ve ever wanted within one person? To feel so completely safe and unafraid to explore so long as they were by your side? You weren’t sure, but sleep was starting to win out for you too, resting your head more heavily against his shoulder, seeing the soft shadow of a smile play on his lips at the comforting weight of your body against his. You decided it didn’t matter, it felt right and that was all you cared about in this moment.

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The Sin of Desire (Pt. 4)

Werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Graphic Descriptions, 18+ spicy content etc.

You swore for the umpteenth time as Billy’s phone rang and went to voicemail a second time. This was dumb, you didn’t have time for this. The skillet and knife were all you had and it would need to last until help arrived. You dialed 911, unsure if you were leading lambs to the slaughter and felt a pang of regret as soon as the voice on the other line assured you help was on the way. You’d lied of course and said there had been an attempted break in, because who would believe a werewolf had broken into your pantry and gnashed its blood covered teeth at you?

You rushed to look out the back porch to see if you had eyes on the beast and there it stood, no longer on two legs but down on all fours, panting, staring at you, and began pacing back and forth, whining. It almost sounded pathetic, but you didn’t buy it. Taking a few steps backwards so you could keep you eyes on it and look out for the responders. A knot twisted in your stomach, praying, hoping that bullets would work on this thing. Then you heard him.

“Sweetheart?” Billy. Your heart seized. Where was it coming from?

“Billy?!” You hated how frantic you sounded but if he was here he needed in the house immediately. No response. The animal was still pacing. “Billy?” You ventured again. The sound of sirens echoed in the distance. You had to find him. Turning your eyes from the werewolf you charged to the front door and flung it open, hoping to let Billy in as quickly as possible. Except he wasn’t there. But sure enough, something else was. You saw a flash of it. Creeping around to the front yard and licking its chops, as if whatever it had consumed earlier in the night was wearing off and it was ready for its next meal.

Red and blue lights started glowing at the end of your street but by the time they got here you’d be dead. “RUN” you heard Billy’s voice again, or was it your own mimicking his in a panic? The wolf lunged and you slammed the door closed just as sickening claw scratches formed on the other side, the sound of wood splintering, the full force hitting your front door sent a cascade of paint flying off and cracks at the site of impact. The sirens were deafening now and sounds of screeching as a cop car jumped the pavement and skidded to a stop in your front yard.

“Jesus Christ!” A shout came from a male voice, two rounds of gunshots and then hurried sounds of boots running up your porch. Followed by a furious flurry of knocking. “Ma’am?! Are you in there? Are you alright?” Police officers. You peaked out the window and saw only two officers, no sign of the creature.

“Get in!” You shouted, opening the door the smallest amount for them to dash inside. They were both panting. The younger of the two had a sheen of sweat over his dark skin and the other, an older officer who looked like he had seen years of action, but never anything like this. Both had wide eyes and were attempting to catch their breaths, ragged gasping leaning against the walls of your hallway.

The younger one spoke up first, “What the FUCK was that?”

Well shit, there went your attempted burglary story.

“I-is it…still out there?” You ventured, eyes darting between the two of them.

“Hit it in the shoulder with one shot but the other missed. Looks like it took off into the woods.” The older cop said. “What the hell do we even call this in as…”

“You don’t.” you said. “No one will believe you.” The younger more attractive man nodded and looked to his partner, they both took a moment before gathering courage, something you admired and resigned themselves to ‘search the grounds’.

After half an hour and you following them, room to room to look out the windows as they made their way around your property, no sign of the werewolf. Shocked but unsurprised they didn’t call for backup, at least not yet. You wish you could say relief was what hit you, but the night wasn’t over yet.

“Do you have anyone you can call and stay with them until sun up?” The younger man asked when they came back inside after the somewhat thorough search. Your first thought was Billy but he wasn’t answering his phone. Your friend Emily was a few blocks away and answered when you called, explaining the whole situation. You spun a thrilling yarn of a robber assuming your house was empty and staging an elaborate break in attempt only to find you there, and now you were scared shitless and needed a place to stay. She ate it up.  Within minutes you’d stuffed some clothes and a toothbrush into your bag and were ready to go.

In the back of the cop car you rested your head against the window, watching the passing houses and thick bundles of trees that made up the forest that circled the town like an emerald necklace. The woods used to feel like a second home to you but now looking at them, they seemed to look back and it made the churning in your stomach roil to an all new level.

“I thought show-off CEO’s don’t slum it in the wilderness. They only go glamping.” You had laughed, teasing Billy on one of your first dates. He’d suggested hiking and your nature loving heart had skipped a beautiful beat. He laughed and his eyes crinkled at the sides, the sun beginning to set had let a golden hour glow settle over the part of the forest you were hiking in.

“Please don’t ever mention me and glamping in the same sentence.” He’d said leaning against a pine tree and scratching at a bit of sap that had caked onto the side of his boots. You dropped your pack down next to him and had a deep swig of your water bottle. The weather was warm with a cool breeze up this high but the steep incline was starting to wear on you. Wiping a bead of sweat from your brow you offered your water bottle to him. He smiled and you couldn’t help but notice how it seemed to light up his whole face, he seemed so right here, in his element and yet it felt so juxtaposed to how he was in work. Clean cut, three pieces suits, hair perfectly coiffed, and he somehow always smelled amazing.

Now he stood before you in a T-shirt and thick flannel, cargo pants and hiking boots that look like they were well loved. His scruff was a little more grown in and while he didn’t look like a mountain man, there was no denying the air of comfort and peace that seemed to radiate off him in waves ever since you both set foot into the wild. Sitting down to pluck a rock from your shoe you watched him wander off a little ways to get your bearings and see how many markers until the lookout area you were both searching for. A few moments passed and he was back, moving stealthily quiet and motioning for you to follow, a finger pressed to his lips.

Confused but curious you hoisted yourself up and took a few hesitant steps towards him, taking his hand as he led you around a few boulders and a dense thicket. The trees were so close together you had to let go of his hand to squeeze through behind him. Your eyes wandered over the steep forested hills in front of you unsure what you were looking at. You let out a squeal when you felt his hands grab your waist and pull you to the side by a large evergreen. “Shhh, look.” He whispered pointing up the hills a little ways. Squinting but seeing nothing you paused, furiously scanning the greenery in the fading light of the afternoon. Allowing your eyes to flick up to his face for a moment you were suddenly very aware of his large hands holding you in place, back to his chest, feeling the slow rising and falling of his breath, the warmth seeping into your back from him and feeling an urge to close your eyes and relax into this moment forever, but before you could do that, “See? Right there.” Following the point of his finger your gaze landed about 250 feet away, well hidden a small grouping of wolves. You’d barely seen them from how well they blended into the landscape around them.

There must’ve been 7 or 8, they moved so silently and effortlessly. A few darted around, but most laid in the ebbing sunlight. As sunset approached a few strong rays of light fell upon the pack, probably basking them in warmth. A large wolf was off to the side, laying down, eyes in slits as the sun poured over it, but you could tell it watched the others with just as much alertness. A second wolf appeared next to it and nuzzled the thick charcoal colored fur along its massive neck. The large gray wolf’s eyes closed as its companion continued sniffing and then placed a few choice licks around its one ear. You couldn’t believe they hadn’t seen you both yet, or maybe they did and just didn’t care.

“That must be his mate.” Billy breathed into your ear, his eyes still focused on the two animals off in the distance. 

“They almost look like they can’t tear you to pieces from here.” You responded. “Don’t they mate for life?”

“Some do I believe. Or at least that’s what animal planet told me.” He chuckled behind you.  You let out a short laugh and the two wolves paused their grooming, looking in your direction.

“Oh shit.” You said, but felt Billy’s hands tighten on your hips.

“It’s fine. They’re uninterested in us.” He was right, the smaller apparent mate continued licking around it’s partners ears and neck. The male’s eyes were completely closed and almost seemed to lean back, fully relaxed and content.

“She’s buttering him up for something else.” You joked back at Billy, attempting to alleviate how aware you were of his body pressed close to yours, you felt like you could just melt into him. Maybe this was how that wolf felt.

“Lucky bastard.” Billy smiled and tugged your ear, “Come on, if we want to see the sunset from the lookout point we gotta get moving.”

“Unhuh” You responded, turning to follow him. Venturing another glance back at the couple, they’d both laid down and the female was resting her head on top of her partners, eyes closed, probably resting before hunting that night. Billy had made a good amount of headway but you moved slowly and still seemed to stir up more noise than he did moving fast. You jumped a tiny creek and now being up higher you looked back once more, either out of curiosity or caution, but the male still rested perfectly happy, the female was awake, looking at you, head slightly cocked to the side, almost like a dog. She seemed to acknowledge you temporarily, blinked once and laid her head back down, watching you as you made your way out of the brush and back onto the defined path.

[celestialspecial]

Sin of Desire part 4 coming atcha tomorrow, cause we are snowed in and I had time to finish it 😅

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Part 10 of my 🌙 series!

Read part 9 here

Werewolf!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), a bus load of angst, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, creampie.

You pick at the edges of the dress, nervously debating in your head if you'd chosen the right style in such short notice.

Karen had barged into your room and revealed everything she knew to you, leaving you more gaping fish that human.

And now?

You were at the real wedding ceremony. The one tomorrow only being a formality for the people that didn't know about the creatures of the night.

Frank had explained in the car. Yes, Frank, Billy's best friend, and when you'd nervously asked if Billy would be there, wiping your sweaty palms into your dress, you'd let out a sigh of relief when Frank had said no.

He was having trouble keeping his wolf in check, Frank had said, which made you concerned about him, hoping he was okay.

So now, you'd dutifully stood in the corner of the room, watching everyone greet each other excitedly. Karen had disappeared to handle some of her bridesmaid duties and left you beside Maria, where you did your best to be a professional background member.

It was lovely to meet everyone, even though you felt a little awkward. The people around you seemed so close knit, happily enjoying themselves as if it were any other family gathering.

Your dress was a lovely little red wrap, that hugged your waist and flared out at your hips, something well worn through the short time you'd owned it for.

You were at a lovely place, something owned by Curtis, the groom. A place that was more garden and forest than it was buildings.

.

Maria had given you a footnote version of the wedding ceremony a few minutes earlier. Everyone would go out back, to the edge of the forest, and the couple would say their vows in the moonlight, sealing a bond for life.

It had sounded beautiful, beyond your imagination, and when you try to visualise it now, all you could think about were you and Billy doing the same thing.

It was outrageous, insane, for your brain to still be yearning for him when he wanted nothing to do with you.

You shake your head to clear the fog.

You were still simmering over the realisation that you couldn't have an orgasm, you felt flushed and sensitive with the frustration burning through your body. How was it possible that Billy had ruined you, not just for other men, but ruined you for yourself as well?

Still, although it was terrible now, you knew it wouldn't last forever.

Or at least you hoped.

A bell chimes somewhere in the room of people, silencing them for a brief moment, before everyone begins moving out back.

Maria loops her arm around yours, and you look at her curiously.

"The moon's almost at its highest, which means it's time."

You smile in understanding, allowing her to pull you out back, where your breath is stolen by the view.

The garden is gorgeous, several gazebos framing the area, in the middle is a bubbling fountain. There are lights in some of the shrubs, and a lane of lanterns that show a path through the area.

You follow the crowd, and you look up at the moon in awe.

It's so big, and bright and it's the source of the most light, and it makes you feel so small in its radiance.

Past the fountain, and you see the edge of the forest, where Frank, and Curtis stand under the nearest tree.

There are mysterious glowing objects hanging from the tree, it looks like rocks of some kind, but you're not sure that rocks are supposed to glow like that, a range of blues, purples and greens with hints of white light emanating from each object.

"Moonstone." Maria explains, "It glows in the moonlight when there are wolves around."

You notice it too, the closer the crowd gets, the brighter the crystals glow until they twinkle like stars right above your head.

There are chairs on either side of an aisle, and you take your time, sitting in the second row beside Maria.

You watch Frank's eyes as he sees his wife, his eyes flashing yellow for a brief second and you know she's smiling back at him.

You wish it didn't hurt to look at them, you wish it made you happy. You really, really wanted to be happy for them. Your bottom lip wobbles and your throat tightens.

Something distracts Frank, and he looks up and you see his expression change from sincere love- to shock. He does a good job at masking it, and does an even better job of jabbing Curtis in the ribs with a subtle motion to look behind you. In your peripherals, you see Maria's head turn in confusion, and then she stiffens as well.

Confused, you turn to look back, only to freeze, and face forward once again.

Frank promised, he reassured you that there was nothing to worry about, that there was no way, Billy Russo was coming.

Yet, there he was, walking toward Curtis and Frank as if he had no cares in the world.

You keep your eyes fixed to your fingers, trying to keep yourself calm, but ever so often, you catch someone turning to look at you in confusion and you know that your distress was rolling off of you in waves.

You debate looking up at him, if only for a second, wanting to just see him when you know you shouldn't.

One glance, you tell yourself and you look up.

He's not focused on you, busy taking Curtis into a hug, most likely congratulating him on the occasion.

He looks... a little tired, and the more you look at him, the more you think you can feel it.

Your eyes fall back down to your hands when he moves to stand beside Frank, not feeling ready to meet his eyes yet.

.

Thankfully,  you hear another bell, followed by some light music and everyone looks back.

Karen comes in first, smiling at you when she sees you, walking down the aisle at an easy pace to stand on the opposite side of the aisle from Curtis.

Then, in a casual silver dress, Rebecca, Curtis' bride comes through next.

She looks lovely, even though she isn't dressed to the nines as she will be tomorrow, she still stuns, and you can't help glancing back at Curtis to smile at the way he looks, with his eyes alight with emotion.

Your lip wobbles for a second, watching the couple join hands, and you fight your body, stopping yourself from looking over at him.

You want to, you ache to look, to meet his eyes and have him look at you but you're so scared.

Scared you'll look at him, and there'll be nothing in his eyes when he looks at you.

Frank takes out a red ribbon of some kind and wraps it around the couple's wrists, binding them together.

The ceremony starts, and you try to focus by the words sound muffled in your ear. All you can feel is a deep pull in your stomach, to look at him look at him look at him, and eventually you can't resist, sucking in a deep breath to sneak a glance.

Your heart slams into your ribcage when you find his eyes already on you.

On you is an understatement, his eyes are burning into you, scorching, your stomach flutters and your throat closes because how could someone who doesn't love you look at you like that?

Your lip wobbles yet again, and you look away, feeling your heart ache with the reminder, with the pain of being so close to him and not having him.

You wish it was different, you want him so bad.

Looking up at the moonlit crystals as your eyes fill with tears.

You dab at the corner of your eyes and hope that everyone around passes it off as tears of joy over the wedding.

You take a couple of deep breaths , refocusing on the sweet display of love around you.

.

Agony.

It's all Billy knows.

Since he lost you, he's been in so much pain again and again and again.

He didn't lose you, he was just too much of a coward to hold on to you.

He's not going to make that mistake ever again.

He stands there, with his eyes fixed on you, begging and tugging at the bond, aching for you to look at him again.

He can feel it, and smell it, the waves of distress and frustration and hurt rolling off of you in waves and his wolf is raging in his head.

He's barely in control, the full moon above him tears at his sanity but its every thought of you that holds him together. Each memory of your kiss holds the ripping seams of him intact.

It's what holds his wolf back tonight- the knowledge that he's going to do everything he can to get you back, to comfort you, to keep you safe and happy the way mates deserve to be treated.

That's what you are to him.

His soulmate.

And though the thought scares him, it also liberates him.

The ceremony comes to an end and you swear that when Curtis and Rebecca kiss, the moonstone glows even brighter.

Everyone begins to filter back toward the house slowly, sometimes mingling around to greet one another, or the bride. You sneak another glance at Billy, he and Frank are locked into an intense conversation that stops suddenly when Billy turns around to meet your eyes. You blanch, and as he begins moving in your direction, you look around to find Karen. Desperate, searching, where is she? There.

You're trying to avoid him as best as possible, weaving in and out of small groups of people and gluing yourself to Karen, offering to help her with any extra duties. You smile and willingly help distribute beverages to some of the family and friends while you're aware of Billy looking at you in your peripherals from his spot at the edge of the room.

.

As much as you try, Karen eventually disappears for just long enough for Billy to find his way to your side.

It happens quickly, one moment you're giving out your last beverage and turning to the kitchen, the next, his scent is in your nostrils, your heart is in your throat and his voice is in your ear.

"How have you been?" He asks in greeting.

You wonder if exes usually worry this much about each other. You pause for a moment, trying to figure out how exactly you knew it was worry.

"I'm fine." You say easily, still deep in thought.

"You're not. I know you're not." Is his response.

You look up at him in surprise, his amber eyes meeting yours.

"What do you mean?" You ask, looking into his face and memorising all the details.

Billy casts a look aside, and you do too, seeing Frank's stern gaze, looking angrily at Billy from his spot at Maria's side. You wonder what that is about.

"Let's talk outside." He says, no room for question.

You should say no. You should deny him anything he wants simply because it's him that wants it. He offers his hand out to you, and instead of taking it, you wrap your hands around his forearm so that you don't lose him in the crowd, without actually having to touch his bare skin. He leads you outside, into the chilly garden. You can still hear the soft music and the muffled sounds of laughter coming from inside, and you sit under the little gazebo you saw earlier, he steps a bit away from you, and you hate it, but try to accept it.

"I can smell the frustration on your skin." He says finally, looking out at the garden and not at you. Your eyebrows raise in question.

"So?" You ask casually.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You press your teeth together angrily. How dare he ask a question like that.

"Why are you asking this. What does it matter?"

Billy's heart hurts. Because it matters, of course it matters. He wants you happy, he wants your body hot with the overabundance of orgasms. It's what you deserve.

"I can sense it. Your frustration. And I want to help."

"Help?" You ask curiously.

He nods, "Let me take you back to the hotel. Let me take all that frustration away."

You look at him, really look at him, and your stomach burns with need. This was too good to be true. You don't think you have the strength to say no to him, the craving you have is beyond more than you can bear.

"Is this a joke? Are you joking?" You ask, unable to fathom why he would offer to help you if he broke up with you. Your teeth chatter with fear and rage and need and hurt and everything in between.

He turns to look at you, taking steps to finally sit at your side. His eyes are so dark and open, you feel like you can see right into him. He looks.... almost desperate, needy. You wonder if it's all for you. Probably not. Your shoulders drop.

He senses the denial and groans internalls, tries to fight it by getting his body as close you yours as possible. You close your eyes when his scent wraps around you, feeling a strong pull in your chest, and you can't fight it, pressing your head into his neck- leaning forward until there's no space between you and you finally relax against him.

"I'm pathetic." You murmur into his body.

His arms wrap around you, crushing you into him and you love the way it feels, to be back in his arms once more.

"You're not pathetic. You just need some care and attention, and I want to give it to you."

He noses into your hair, mouth pressing to your ear.

"Wouldn't it feel better if I helped you? If I got on my knees and kissed that pussy the way she deserves to be kissed?"

Your breath stutters at his words, you can feel your body responding to his words.

"You-you don't have to-"

"I want to." He murmurs, cutting you off, "I want to bury my tongue between your thighs and feel the way you pull my hair when I get you off on my tongue. And I don't want anything in return. I just want to help you."

Your eyes flutter, raising your head to look up at his now golden eyes. He's beautiful. He always has been.

"You can't stay." You say, trying to have some semblance of control about the situation, "Please don't make me ask after."

He nods, and you smile, pulling him to a stand.

"I'll meet you at your car. Gotta let my date know where I'm going."

Billy tries not to feel too jealous with you calling Karen your date. He was the one about to warm your bed after all. He smiles, and moves to bid Curtis and his wife farewell, before stepping out to wait at the car.

It's where Frank finds him.

Before Frank can say a word, Billy opens his mouth.

"I'm gonna tell her. Everything. Soon."

Frank's anger dissipates easily. He claps his brother on the back.

"I knew you had some balls somewhere down there, Russo. Welcome back."

Billy rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, now get outta here before I hit you."

.

Karen looks a little worried when you tell her that Billy's taking you home.

"Are you sure?" She asks, eyes staring deep into you.

You give her a smile and a nod.

"I trust him, Kar, I'll be okay."

"Okay," she says after a moment, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

.

Billy's waiting at his car, leaning against the jeep looking very much like the hottest male model on the face of the earth. When he sees you, he gives you a boyish smile, one that sends butterflies scrambling in your stomach in every direction. He opens the passenger door for you, and holds your hand to support you as you enter. He kisses the top of your hand before closing the door.

It feels so normal, and if you close your eyes and take a deep breath, you can imagine that the last three months didn't happen.

The drive starts off quietly, but you can sense that Billy wants to speak, and you wait patiently for him to talk.

"I know I've said it before, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I handled things. I broke up with you like that because I knew I could never do it in person. Truth is, I'm crazy about you, head over heels and it's scary."

You feel anxiety surging through your system and you keep your breathing even. A few moments pass as you try to soothe the feelings inside you.

"I broke up with you because I was scared." He says finally.

You don't look at him, trying to allow his words to sink in.

"I started to feel a way I've never felt before. I- I've had a bad history with people that were supposed to love me, hurting me instead."

You hear his sigh.

"My, entire life, has been one big let down after the next. From my mother, to other people that tried to take advantage of me when I was in the system- the only people I trust, are Curtis and Frank... and it took literal war, to trust them."

He reaches for your hand, and you let him take it, you feel his lips on the back of your hand.

"In my head, I thought I was doing the right thing- the safer thing. I thought a little pain now would save us both leagues of it later."

He waits for a moment, hoping for a response, but you say nothing.

"I'm sorry. You told me that friends don't lie to each other, and I'd really like to be your friend."

More if you'll have me. He adds as an afterthought, but he doesn't want to scare you away.

You try to think, to formulate a response that embodies the way you feel.

"Thanks for telling me," you start, "but I'm not sure if- if I'm ready to forgive you for hurting me. I'm still deciding on that part. I wish you would have talked to me, but I guess I understand that it's hard to trust people, I can't compete with literal war." You say with a small laugh and he squeezes your hand.

"I think I could trust you." He says, pulling into a parking spot, "I don't think I'd need war, but maybe some time."

You smile, "I can give you that, Billy."

When the car switches off, he turns to you, pulling your hand to his chest so that you can feel the muffled thump of his heart.

"You- I- The words are hard to say, but I do want to say them."

Your heart aches for him, and you can't help but lean over the console and pull his face to yours. Your mouths touch hesitantly at first, but only for a second, the chasm of yearning need getting smaller between you.

His lips are... amazing. They feel so good and safe and you can't fight the way you fist his shirt to get more of him. The sparks fly easily, as if they were never gone to begin with. He moans into your mouth and tries to tug you over the console but you're still wearing your seat belt and you squeal in protest when the belt resists his pull.

You break apart with a laugh.

"Sorry. I'm too eager." He confesses and your heart squeezes in your chest.

You quickly unclip the seatbelt and open the car door. He gives you a sinful smile and copies your movements.

Billy wants you so bad that he considers just taking you on the hood of his jeep out in the parking lot, pushing your skirt up and fucking into you while you moan in bliss. He knows you'd let him too, which makes him that much more feverish for you.

He wants this to be special though, he wants to have you completely unwoven and boneless beneath him, and he wants to take his time unravelling you. It's what you deserve.

It's hard to keep still beside you, when all he wants to do- all his wolf is pulling at him to do- is to take you in his arms, and hold you so tightly.

He can't resist when you both step into the elevator, and he wraps an arm around you  pulling your back into his chest and you let out a small sound of excitement.

"I can't get you out of my head." He whispers into your ear, "And I don't think I want to anymore." His arm tightens around your middle until there's no space between you. His beard rubs along the shell of your ear, sending sparks down your spine.

"Is your pussy ready for my tongue, princess? Will you lie back and let me taste you?"

Fuck. Fuck his words are absolute sin.

"Yes, Billy. Please."

He hums in delight, the vibration tickling your ear.

"Good girl." He says, just before the elevator doors open.

You interlace your fingers with his and you pull him along to your room, giggling all the way when he runs a warm hand under your skirt to cup your ass in his hands.

He presses you against your room door and he dips his head to kiss at the tops of your breasts, snatching the key card from your hands and using it to open the door.

You both laugh as you stumble in, kicking off shoes and shedding jackets. He picks you up, hands supporting your ass as he presses your back into the wall. His kisses are needy and mind-blowing, it feels like a much longer time than three months.

"Do you like this dress?" He asks between kisses and you smile.

"I like it, but not that much."

He's moving again, this time to sit your body on the large desk in the room. You look down as he fists the material at the top of your dress in either hand. It tears like paper under the force of his hands and you keen when he immediately attaches his mouth to your collarbone, his teeth elongating, scratching over your skin and he stops when his tongue touches the base of your bite mark. Sparks sizzle through your system at the barest hint of a touch to the scar. You let out a long moan at how good he feels.

He freezes and pulls back to study the silvery lines, deep in thought before he redirects his mouth to yours.

You're so in tuned to him that you think you can almost feel his pleasure, and the way he wants- no not want- the way he needs you.

It's crazy, absolutely insane that your mind can falsify this feeling.

You're hands are tugging at his shirt, feeling the planes if his body as you fumble with the buttons. Eventually, you huff with frustration.

"Do you like this shirt?" You ask seriously and he smiles against your mouth.

"I fuckin' hate this shirt, princess." He mumbles and you giggle into his mouth.

You press your mouth back against his, and you pull at either side of the shirt until the buttons are ripping away and falling to the floor, scattering everywhere haphazardly. He lets out a low hiss at your frantic movements, loving the fact that you want him as much as he wants you. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, biting down a little as you release it. He growls loudly before stripping your bra from your body and moving his hands to his sides to let you slip the shirt off his broad shoulders.

He picks you up then, your soft breasts against his chest and you make a small sound as your body hits the bed.

He wastes no time, covering your body with his, feverishly kissing every inch of you he can get his mouth on. He runs the tip of his tongue slowly over your stiffened nipples, groaning with the way he feels your body arch off the bed.

"I fucking missed these gorgeous tits." He gasps, sucking one peak into his mouth while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. You mewl in bliss.

He continues to cover your body with kisses- even going as far as to kiss the tips of each of your fingers before he's hooked your panties and are sliding them down your legs.

The smell of your cunt hits him, and his mouth waters immediately. He takes a slow breath in, letting your arousal fill every inch of his body. He feels like he's tearing at the seams, and you're the only thing holding him together- and the very reason he's breaking apart. He sees the glow of his eyes reflected in yours. You look at him in awe and adoration.

Billy's knees would wobble if he were on his feet, the sight of you open for him, something he wasn't sure he'd ever get to see again. Every mark and curve on your body, building up into a fierce definition of you. His hands smooth over the outside of your thighs, unable to fathom how he let himself let go of something so soft.

"Billy?" You call out to him in question, curious as to why he stopped kissing you. His gold eyes meet yours, and you watch as they flicker back to their dark brown.

"Princess?" He asks.

"Having second thoughts?" You ask, even though you know that's not true, you know how he feels. Your heart squeeze painfully for a second for no good reason, before he's shaking his head vigorously.

"Never. It's just that- I forgot how soft you were."

You give him a small smile and watch as he hesitantly presses his face into the inside of your thigh. He moans, rubbing his face into your sensitive skin, and you sigh in response and the sight and feel of him nuzzling his face so close to your intimate parts. His beard deals a gentle scratch that makes you let out a moan of his name.

He looks up at you, eyes glowing once more, and gives you a wicked smile, showing off a hint of his fangs, that would drop your panties instantly-if you were wearing any.

"I believe I promised this pussy a kiss." He says, pushing your legs up and apart as far as they will go till you're open for him, you feel your core throb and clench in response of his amber eyes on you.

He carefully drapes one leg over his shoulder but keeps the other one pushed up as he looks at you for a second to make sure that you want this. When you nod your head, he smiles again, licking his lips before lowering his head.

His tongue is warm, and slides against your wet centre embarrassingly easy. You both moan at the first feeling of each other.

His tongue is dextrous, amazing, and doesn't leave an inch of you untouched.

"So good." He pulls back for a moment to moan, before continuing to lick you slowly from entrance to clit, his hands squeezing your thighs firmly.

He whines for a second, before reaching up to grab both of your hands. He puts one of your hands into his hair, and interlocks your other hand in his.

"Bill." You sigh, tugging on his hair gently so that his mouth is back on you.

He licks you slowly for what feels like a really long time, he doesn't speed up, until he knows you're aching for it. The bond between you helps to tell him exactly how much pleasure you're feeling, how much frustration. He lays little licks to your clit to rile you, he wants to make you feel exactly how you make him feel- mindless and needy and aching.

His cock is swollen and leaking in his pants, rutting his hips against the bed and he thinks that making you cum is going to undo him. His movements become more desperate now, remembering the way it felt when you couldn't cum, and he needs to make you feel better, he's desperate to have you cum.

You feel your toes curl, and you know you're close, so close to hitting a peak that you haven't hit in months.

You let out a little gasp of his name.

He hums into your pussy, laying a few expert licks to your clit and it's all you need.

Your hands tighten as your vision goes white. You shatter under his tongue and he uses the same appendage to put you back together. You feel something more, an extra spike of pleasure in the back of your head that has your orgasm stretching into minutes of mindless bliss.

He comes too.

In his pants, like he did once when he was fourteen. Your pleasure sinks into his skin, and it's the first time he's feeling you cum since the night he bit you and the denial from the day before is too fresh and he hasn't cum in literal months. So when he feels his soulmate cum on his tongue as she screams his name, he forgives himself for releasing with you.

Ethereal.

It's the best way to describe his view, your body arched, your mouth open, your breasts moving as you heave in air, and he languidly continues to lick you, the way he knows you love, drawing out your orgasm.

Your fingers are tight in his hair and he feels his cock stir when you pull his head a closer to rut against his tongue a little.

He moans into your pussy, before pulling back with a little smile.

Billy sits up and leans over to kiss you slowly. His mouth tastes like you, and you sigh blissfully into the kiss.

Your head lifts in confusion as he slips off your body and into the bathroom.

"Are you alright, Billy?"

" 'M fine princess, just got a bit carried away."

You sit up, eyes following him as he comes back without his boxers on.

Your eyes drift lower. His cock is soft, where you know it was hard earlier and a question puts itself together in your head.

"Did you-?"

"-Yes." He says swiftly, giving you a shy smile.

Your heart melts and you open your arms, a silent request for a hug.

You know that a few minutes is all he needs before he's able to go again. He crawls into your arms easily, and you love the way he feels against you, his skin is warm, flushed pink with arousal, you run your palms down the muscled expanse of his back and down to his soft behind. He leans more of his weight on you, and you let out a little squeal as your back hits the bed.

"Who said I was finished kissing that pretty cunt?" He murmurs into your ear and you gasp in surprise when he moves down your body once more.

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"Fuck Billy!" You cry, body arched, fingers wrapped tightly in his hair.

Both of your legs are slung over his shoulder as you have your third orgasm on his tongue.

There's a worry that you're hurting him, with your hand tugging at his hair, you move instead to grip the sheets beneath you.

A grunt of disapproval comes from between your legs before his hand moves from your hip to tug your hand back into his hair.

His tongue doesn't stop its skilled torment, dipping down to your entrance where his other hand is, two of his large fingers pumping into you slowly, scorching you from the inside out.

You're shivering, writhing, gasping for air, unsure how you're still alive after experiencing so much pleasure. Surely, you must be dead by now? No human could have Billy Russo's tongue on them for this long and survive to tell the tale.

"You are-" you gasp. His movements slow to hear your words clearly, but slowing down only succeeds in making you whine.

"Say it, baby." He encourages, a slow lick over your clit.

"You're perfect." You groan mindlessly, unable to think or filter your thoughts.

I love you, you chant in your head, on the brink of another orgasm and too busy gasping for air to speak.

Billy feels a warm tug in his chest, urging him to get as close to you a possible.

His movements speed up, and your fourth orgasm slams into you, sending shockwaves through your body. He takes his time, helping you ride it out on his tongue and fingers. But when he doesn't let up, an indication that he wants another orgasm, you beg.

"Mercy." You gasp, hoping he obliges.

You feel him pause, raising his head.

"What was that, princess?"

"Mercy, please, Billy."

His face comes into your vision.

"Too much?"

"Mmm- hmm." You sigh with a nod of you head.

His hand reaches up to wipe at your teary cheeks.

"Sorry princess, was just trying to make up for those last couple of months."

You let out a little giggle.

"You'll kill me." You say, raising one hand to cup his stubbled cheek.

He leans down to kiss the top of your head, your eyes flutter closed.

"It's what you deserve, baby. 'M just giving you what you're worth."

Another laugh from your mouth, you look up at him, he's smiling along with you.

Your heart wants to burst in your chest, looking up at him, having him here, the way you've been wishing for, for the last few months.

He dips his head, and when his lips meet yours, it feels like the first time all over again. A calm settles over you, cupping his cheeks, silently pleading that he never stops kissing you. His hand leaves warm tingles over your cheek and you sigh blissfully as it trails lower over your neck.

You let out a sharp cry of pleasure as his hand drifts over your bite mark, his thumb pressing into the scar. Billy pulls away in surprise, to watch the way your breathing speeds up as his hand makes contact with the healed bite.

"You alright?" He asks, and you suck in a breath, trying to get your body back under control. His hand moves back up to your cheek, which gives your brain the opportunity to recalibrate itself.

"Sorry," you say between breaths, "That's never happened before."

A soft smile on his face, and he's kissing you again.

You wrap your legs around his hips tighter, pushing your aching core to his erection, he stutters out a moan, one of his hands slip down to grip his cock. He takes his time, kissing your cheeks and forehead, gliding the swollen head of his cock against your clit. His mouth wanders down your neck, and you tilt your head reflexively.

His eyes are glowing again as he lines himself up just right.

"Missed you." He whispers, just before pushing into you.

He slips right in, as if it's where he's always meant to be, filling you so slowly that you can feel every inch of him.

"B- Big." You squeak.

"Shhh, princess, I know. Let me take care of you." He leans down to kiss your bite, groaning when he feels you clench hard around him, a stuttered sound of pleasure leaving your throat.

He pushes in inch by inch, rocking his hips to let your wetness coat him well enough before moving in another inch.

Your nails scratch at his back, bearing down when he goes deeper, and holding him in place when he pulls out.

"So good for me, baby, doing so good. Gripping me so tight. I might come later just from the memory of this."

You groan helplessly, unable to say another word as his cock rubs you just right, for just long enough, and you can scream from how good it feels.

"Billy" You say his name in warning, trying to let him know, but your voice gets trapped in your throat.

"I know, princess, let go for me. Give me what I've been dreaming of."

His thrusts grow a little rougher, his beard scratching your ear as you listen to his deep grunts and groans while he pumps his cock into you.

It's too much and not enough, it's white hot and ice cold and it temporarily blinds you when you come.

You can't stop shaking, your entire body exploding around him. You grip the back of his head to pull his face into your neck, groaning blissfully as he kisses gently over your bite scar. Sparks dance over your skin and you come to the realisation that your bite mark is sensitive to his touch.

"You're amazing, baby." Billy groans into your neck, the heat of his breath sending new tingles down your spine.

You groan as he resumes rocking into you. There's something about the ample size of his cock, pressing every inch of you open until he feels like he's deep inside you that's so potent- you swear you can feel everything he's feeling- right on the tip of your tongue. You tug at the sensation, like there's a cord connecting you to him and he groans, his thrusts growing harsher.

"It's all for you." Billy murmurs inexplicably, "It's always going to be all for you."

The words fill your chest, spills over. You say his name like praise, like devotion.

Like love.

He raises his head from your neck with a gasp, his eyes are amber rimmed, his fangs are bared for you to see.

You can't help tilting your head to the side, hoping for another bite. If he notices, he doesn't oblige, gripping your jaw instead to press his lips to yours.

"I'm close." He gasps into your mouth, and your nails press into his shoulders, indicating that you're the same.

With a few powerful thrusts, he roars, his body shuddering as he releases right into you, filling you to the brim with his cum. He pants hotly into your mouth, thrusting a few more times and watching as you come undone once more on his cock.

You pulse around him, encouraging every drop of cum he has to fill you. Billy feels so good, like the best version of himself as he slips out of you, kissing you eagerly.

You return his kisses eagerly, remembering in the back of your head, what you made him agree to before starting this endeavour.

"Don't make me say it." You murmur against his mouth, he pauses, to look up at you, you heart beginning to ache slowly in your chest.

"You promised," you reminded him, "Please don't make me ask again, I don't think I have the strength."

You wanted him to leave.

You'd made him agree to leave after and like a pathetic fool, eager for any crumb of your attention, he'd accepted.

He was feeling it now, the pain of what you were asking.

You wanted him to leave. You hadn't really forgiven him yet.

So many things float through his mind, at the forefront, is pain.

You wanted him to leave.

"Billy." You urge, his eyes dart to meet yours, he can sense how hard it is for you, but he knows you're probably still trying to hold onto any semblance of control that you still can.

He resigns himself to it, nodding with a sigh.

"I promised." He agrees, leaning down to impart one final kiss to your lips. His heart feels like it's soaring and plummeting all at the same time.

His eyes fall to the silvery scar on your neck as he pulls away from you. You raise your head to watch him. He reaches for his shirt, and then his pants, going commando instead of wearing his cum-soaked boxers. He feels a little used, but he tries not to let it get to him- it's the least he deserves after all.

It hurts to watch him leave, but you know it's what's best for you. You're not going to fall back into his arms so easily, not after the ways he's hurt you. You let it hurt, reminding yourself that this is necessary.

At the door, he pauses when you say his name.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" You ask, extending an olive branch in hopes that this hasn't made him resent you in any way.

He sucks in a deep breath, you gulp, noting his eyes are extra glassy.

He gives you a nod, and a hopeful smile.

"Tomorrow." He confirms, before he's out the door.

Gone.

Leaving you behind on the bed you've just made love on, his cum still damp between your thighs.

You suck in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting it all out.

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When you write your fave chapter yet and realize you don’t get to post it immediately 🙃