Chapter 5 : Sucker Punch

Ash's POV "Come on, baby." Suzy's fingers glided down my neck, the rounded edge of her pearl pink nails digging in just enough to leave red welts in their wake. She was sitting pretty on my lap, with rose-tipped breasts in my face, as I exhaled into another gentle thrust. She whimpered, the soft clench of her honeyed walls sucking me in, stroking my cock in its velveteen grip. "I'm almost there. Get me there, Ash." "O-o-okay. I ca-can do that, y-yeah." Sweat slid down my brow, plastering my ash blond hair to my head. The urge to fuck her rough coiled in my gut like an adder, all quick venom, and stark brutality. But, I wasn't going to treat Suzy rough like Hurt might. Suzy deserved nice things, a gentle hand, and I wanted to fuck her in a way that meant something. Show her the ways in which she meant the world to me; what her kindness to the little casteless freak of Dustland meant. How much I'd grown to love her. I breathed deep, putting all the strength I had into holding her slight hips steady as I bucked into her gently but demanding. A rolling rhythm that ground her clit right into my pelvis, cockhead kissing her womb. And her moans were what I imagined the chorus of heaven to sound like when I kicked the proverbial bucket. "Ash!" It was a barely voiced prayer, back arching into my hips, jutting breasts out, coppery hair burning in the glow of warm sunshine. She slid her eyes closed, mouth ajar as I could feel her getting closer to the edge. That made two of us. "Oh, Ash!" "Suzy!" I was too far gone to remain a gentleman any longer, and I speed up, balls slapping against her pert ass as I raced toward the edge. I hugged her close, cheek smashed to her chest, hearing the steady thump of her heart as I kissed her feverishly. "Suzy!" "Ash!" Her voice was a surprisingly deep yelp of surprise, but no less sweet for it as I felt her thighs quake against mine, grip strong as she pulled my hair back. "Fuck!" "Suzy…" And it was like coming home after a long day in the cold, the tickle of warmth that comforted my body as I came in her silken walls, cum flooding over to well sticky between us. She stroked my hair as we both came down into the afterglow, clutching weakly with a soft coo that ended in a loving kiss. "I love you, Ash," she husked. I opened my eyes, wanting to see the glow of dawn framing her lovely face, and found steel blue eyes instead of burnt sienna. "I love you, Ash," Kenny O'Rourke repeated, the rasp of his stubble feeling alien across my face as he kissed me deeply. His thick hairy thighs clutched my hips as his gigantic cock pulsed hot between us, splattering white across the hollow where my abs should be if I were healthy. I wheezed, horrified, as his rough tongue invaded my mouth tasting of tangy spice and Lucky's— *** "Goddess' bear ass!" I jerked my hand off my spent cock like it was going to bite back, legs tangled in the plaid of my comforter and twisted briefs. My cum cooling on my stomach, the imaginings of either Suzy or that interloper nowhere to be found. I shakily exhaled, pawing blindly at my nightstand for my towel and asthma pump. Thirty-seven days. It had been exactly thirty-seven days since I saw Kenny O'Rourke having sex with David Hurt in the back of the latter's prized red Lincoln Cosmopolitan and I hadn't known peace since. I'd run the moment David's head fell back, boneless. Gravel skittering in my wake as my pulse thundered in my ears and all my blood seemed hell-bent on traveling southward. I'd never run with an erection before, but you did what you had to, to survive. I passed Suzy on the way, as she tried to flag me down under a forgotten mistletoe arch leftover from Yule, but I dodged her. It would have been the perfect opportunity to confess, and I kicked myself in the ass for forgoing the Goddess-sent moment, but there was a high possibility both David Hurt and Kenny O'Rourke were coming to beat the ever-loving shit out of me. If I wanted to get more kisses in the future, I had to make sure I was alive enough to do it. I ran all the way home, ignoring the fireworks, and right back to Ma, who had been sitting on the stoop waiting to apologize. There had been a talk, a bunch of hugging, and a pinky promise to no longer keep secrets from one another before I could breathe again. Speaking of which… I brought my pump up to my lips, breathing deeply as I clumsily tried to clean myself one-handed. "All right, so you keep thinking about counterfeit James Dean while you masturbate…" I leaned into my pillows, the strength sapped with the shrinking of my shamed dick. I took another puff of my inhaler, tossing the towel to the floor. "You're a teenage boy, you get horny if the wind blows wrong. It doesn't make you a—" I tripped over the word, panic nearly making my lungs seize again. But what if I was? This wasn't the first time Kenny had invaded my imaginings in the waking or sleeping world. He was becoming a real permanent fixture in my fantasies, and the alarming sense of normalcy from it all was beginning to frighten me. What if I was—"A knot-breaker?" Some people in the world were traditionalists and emphasized breeding pairs as being the only relationships that should hold weight. Two non-breeding Alphas—especially given the small amount of them and how necessary they were to an Omega's survival—was a heavily frowned upon pairing. Worse still was casteless like myself taking a fertile Alpha away from the gene pool. So, knot-breaker, breaking the knots of the Lycan nuclear family with their heathen desires. Besides the more obvious double meaning of the word— "Ash? Sweetheart!" I nearly jumped out of my skin as Ma called up from the stairs. "Billie's here! Are you ready for school? Breakfast is getting cold!" Shit! Was it seven-forty already? I scrambled, trying to correct the state of my undress, cursing myself stupid for getting distracted after my shower. "Ash, honey?" I heard the knob rustle and I kicked the incriminating evidence under the bed, leaning against the door so she could only peer through a slit. Ma was frowning. "Ashford, you look flushed and clammy. Remember what Dr. Goldstein said if you're not feeling well—" "I won't push it and that's not what it is!" I slid myself through the door, grabbing my school bag as an afterthought, and the door slammed shut behind me with a note of finality. My mother, unimpressed with my antics, eyed me with a critical amber eye. "Honest! I'm not sick!" "Ash—" "I'm late," I kissed her cheek, noting how she seemed paler than normal. I wish she'd just let me get a job and help her. "You're not doing a double tonight, are you?" "All day this week, sweetie." Bags were beginning to develop from her extended hours, and I had to bite my cheek to stay as neutral as possible. "So sorry, it's going to be leftovers for a while, kiddo." "It's fine. I'll cook." She looked like she wanted to protest, but I was having none of it. "I'm not five, the least I can do is make sure we're both eating right." "I…I appreciate it, Ash." But the suborn set of her jaw said she hated the implication, that she couldn't toggle seamlessly between being a sole provider and a mother. That she was only mortal. "You're a good kid, you know?" "The best!" And that got a genuine laugh out of her. "I'll be fine, Ma, promise." "Well, all right… Knock 'em dead, kiddo." "Doorknobs!" And I was out the door, Billie laying hard on the horn to make my legs move faster. *** "Are you dying? You'd tell me if you were dying right?" Billie flicked the signal to make a left, hands at perfect ten-and-two. Her tight brown ringlets were pinned back with a yellow ribbon that matched her polka-dot dress and cream cardigan. "I'm not going to look over during Math and see you slumped over right?" "You might see that even if I wasn't dying." Mr. Wilson's monotone drone filled the space between my ears with bizarre concepts like imaginary numbers and algebraic notations. In my humble opinion, letters weren't meant to be next to numbers. "I'm not, by the way. Thanks for asking." "Then why are we acting like you just found out you have Eclipisa, and only have three weeks to live?" Sacred Heart crept into view, the looming gothic architecture looking out of place in a desert. Like the carcass of some mythical beast left to rot in the elements. "Because you definitely have an air of death around you." I've been murdered by my hormones, who are taking our collective missed Elvis concert disappointment and twisting them in the most Freudian of ways, this is what I wanted to scream back. Instead, I said, "Do I really?" Like a dumbass, which was exactly the brand of disdainful look Billie was pinning me with. "You. Have. Not. Called. Me. Back. In. Days. To. Hang. Out." Each pause was a punch in the arm as she threw her little second-hand Mercury Eight into park. A bruise was forming under the layers of cardigan and button-up, I know, but I also knew better to bring that up with Billie. If there was one thing she hated more than bullies, it was whiners. She crossed her arms as I rubbed the tender spot she created, and gave the mother of all stink-eyes. "Ashford Wells, we are not leaving this car until you talk to me about why you are keen to become a hermit." "Suzy." It wasn't really a lie if it was kind of true. It had all started with my love of Suzy Sykes, after all. "Oh, my Goddess!" Billie smacked her head on the steering wheel, closing her eyes against my supposed stupidity. Probable stupidity. "Will you just kiss her already? It's becoming embarrassing." "As soon as you go after—what did you call him—The Knot Da—" "Ashford Wells! You better run!" Her eyes flashed a rare wolf silver, mouth a mess of crowded fangs. "Because you don't want me to catch you today!" I laughed and leaped out of the car like a jackrabbit, dipping inside the school past clusters of kids and teachers alike, Billie hot on my heels. And ran straight into one of the two people I was trying to avoid. "Oh, the spud." Acid, David's voice sounded like acid burning through the lightheartedness of the day. He shut his locker so hard that it rattled in its hinges. "Been meaning to have a chat with you." And then he sucker-punched me with all the force of an Alpha in a full-blown rut.