The vibration of Ari’s low chuckle freezes you in place momentarily.
You thought he was deep in sleep. Sated after hours of using and filling your body. Partially, if you were being honest with yourself, your own brain was shut off enough that you didn’t even consider he might wake up and catch you in the act.
An act that, now that you are back to full consciousness, is foreign to you.
Resting against Ari’s warm, solid body, something in you awoke with a need to track. You can’t even say exactly what you were investigating, but your own body followed a ghost of an instinct.
You leaned more into him, face buried into the crook of his neck as your nose rubbed against his neck. It was as if you were in a trance, needing to take in all of the scent and sate yourself with it similar to the way Ari’s cum placated the burning demands of your womb.
Scenting. The term comes to you suddenly.
Ages ago, when the designations were still in full capacity of their traits and instincts, people supposedly smelled in specific ways. Nuzzling into someone’s neck or wrist in chase of that scent was either an invitation to sex, or a way to soothe yourself. It especially worked between Alphas and Omegas.
But there are no scents anymore; nothing beyond perfume, anyway. Ari doesn’t smell of anything special. Just remnants of sweat, transference of your own body wash, and his typical scent. You didn’t see his bottle of cologne - not that you were looking for it - but whatever he used had distinctive ozone notes.
And you definitely wouldn’t be seeking comfort in the Alpha who took you so brutally, reshaping your future to his desires.
“Take your fill, Snowdrop,” Ari hums, treading his fingers through your hair and pushing your head back into the crook of his neck.
A Gospel of Jesus that includes blessing without suffering is a false gospel. It's a lie from the pit of hell, and those who propagate it are false prophets.
My friend just got Pinterest( she’s not a social media person) and I told her that it’s only a matter of time before she sees all of the second hand Tumblr, gets it, and falls into the pit of hell. She doesn’t think it’ll happen. Let’s find out
So the school I go to is called JWB. That stands for Jail Without Bars. Not legally of course, but that’s a popular nickname. The other and probably the most popular is The Pit of Hell. And we’re on break right now, making it The Break of Hell. Not to mention the fact that over said break MORE than 80% of my friends have pretty much given me the finger and walked off. Laughing with their new fake friends. Thanks for the pepper spray, Life. Definitely not still burning from the last 5 times.
