Vixy seems pathetically desperate to get into your bed.
“I wouldn’t say that--she’s just been relatively friendlier to me than most, is all.”

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Vixy seems pathetically desperate to get into your bed.
“I wouldn’t say that--she’s just been relatively friendlier to me than most, is all.”
How would you fuck Juliette if given the chance?
“...I suppose since there’s no denying it here...”
“Juliette would not be a one time fuck; there’s no such thing as a one night stand that involves her. Not for me. She’d be treated like a mate; an omega to my alpha.There’d be an entire weekend where she didn’t leave the sanctity of our bedroom, if I had things my way. I’d take her slow and sweet the first time; the first time you make love to the woman of your dreams should be special, right? I’d press her legs up against her stomach so that she was nearly folded in half and I’d take her in deep, long thrusts. Every time she was on the brink of coming undone, I’d pull away and start again. Slow. Sensual. Tender. Achingly brutal in how drawn out it was. And only then--once she’d come and was flushed and trembling beneath me, covered in love bites and the proof of our coupling--would I flip her onto her stomach, use my hand to curl around her hips and bring her onto all fours, and then would fold my body on top of hers so that we molded together. Then, I’d fuck her as intimately and roughly as those of us in packs do in the wild.
“I’d do everything in my power to make sure that weekend counted for her. I’d be slow and teasing when she was too tired to hold herself up; rough and brutal when her cunt was crying out for more, more, more. I’d use my fingers to drag her to the height of pleasure and my cock to send her crashing over the edge. I’d use my tongue, lips, and teeth to explore the hottest, most honest part of her. I’d lick, suck, and tend to her clit with my mouth until she was a writhing, sweaty mess, and would only pull away when her pussy juices were coated along my lips and beard.
“In short, you don’t want to know everything I’d do to bring her happiness and ecstasy in the privacy of our own flat.”
So hook up with her already. what's the hold up?
“Maybe you missed the memo, but someone has to be interested in you to choose to ‘hook up.’ And it’s never been about sex; that’s not what this is.”
What is your favorite activity in spare time?
“I like going for runs a lot, if that counts? I also like reading about human history; I find it fascinating.”
Would you be interested in doing anything sexual with anyone beside juliette?
“Such personal questions...”
so how would your best friend feel about the fact you clearly want to fuck his younger sister?
“We do realize Juliette she dated a man six years older than her when she was still underage, right?”
you're literally thirty, why the hell are you hanging out with an eighteen year old girl?
“She was my best friend’s younger sister, dumb ass.”
“What would be the point of stopping?” Rodney asked the man, slight confusion in his tone. "If you want something, go for it. That’s my motto anyway,“ he added.
“It’s more out of respect than anything else,” Alexander replied, running a hand through his curls. “I’m a firm believer in perseverance, but this is different.”
Ellis cocked his head, his lips pursed in confusion. “Why?” was his simple question.
“Oh, you know how it goes,” Alexander answered evasively, giving a shrug that he hoped echoed nonchalance. “Something happens that knocks you down and you come to a point where you have to decide whether it’s worth trying to stand up and head back into the ring or to pull back and collect yourself before it’s too late.”
“It sounds like you’re already there Darling.”
“Maybe...maybe not. I’m still trying to decide if bowing out is the respectable thing to do or not. It’s a bit sticky.”
– ♔ “Did you not hear me when I said you both need to smarten up? I don’t fucking care who started what or whose doing shit. This is about a woman who’s heart is being pulled in too many directions and it’s tearing her up inside.”
“Don’t pretend like you understand what’s going on here. I’m doing everything I can to make sure that Juliette is safe. That’s my top priority. Don’t assume I’m some selfish prick willing to upset her by dragging her into the middle of something.”
“Oh, ouch.” Wesley put a hand on his heart, staggering backwards in a mocking manor. “You’re hittin’ me right where it hurts, big shot. Right in the ol'thumper. Man,” He took a deep breath, shaking his head back and forth. “just makes me wanna go and…cry in a corner about it like I hear you do.”
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“You just don’t get it, do you?” Alexander asked, his face filled with complete and utter disgust for the clown standing before him. “You don’t get to call a girl your own when you abandon her without a second thought. You don’t get to return from said abandonment and claim that you still maintain some sort of strange, sexist ownership over said girl just because you’ve confused her with your presence, and you definitely don’t get to act like what you did was something that can easily be laughed off or excused. This isn’t an episode of Full House; you can’t have someone else just tie up your sticky, loose ends for you with a neat bow and make everything better with some PG-friendly lesson on morality and integrity every time you fuck up. Sometimes you have to own up for your own misgivings and apologize heartily for what you did, all the while understanding that you might not even deserve someone else’s empathy to begin with. Your inability to do this not only shows how cowardly and self-serving you are as a sentient being, but how worthless you’d be within a functioning wolf pack.”
“Above all else in the wild, we learn how to respect the hierarchy of wolf relationships; they’re as close to kin and familial bonds as one can develop in most cases. Wolves mate for life; they remain loyal to those who they’re left in charge of protecting. They don’t run off and flake out of a commitment at the first sign of something better. I’m telling you this as someone who was an alpha for years, and as someone who has loved and lost: if you had ever--ever--genuinely loved Juliette, you wouldn’t have left her hanging without an explanation. If you had truly imprinted on her--if you truly believed she was your mate--you wouldn’t have abandoned her without a valid explanation for doing so. And you certainly wouldn’t have done it for the sake of joining your own pack and pretending to be a big kid. Let’s be honest here, Davy Crockett; the only person you genuinely love is yourself. You can look out for yourself, whatever--it’s a dog-eat-dog world, maybe in another life, I could’ve even sympathized with some of your selfish tendencies. But I won’t allow you to act like you love Juliette as a wolf would their soulmate. We both know your actions have proven that isn’t true.”
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Don’t let it in with with no intention to keep it Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to it. Honey don’t feed it, it will come back.
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