All the love songs were about you.
Warning, mildly sexual content by the end of this chapter, if you feel uncomfortable, please stop reading. Hope you enjoy it.
It’s the weekend, which means it’s time for Blake’s birthday. In about 2 hours it will be Saturday and I have checked that Blake is asleep.
I’m outside, waiting for the signal.
Came the text from Chris, I had asked him to come a little early to help mom and me set the living room birthday special way.
I went down, opening the door and letting him and Asher in, making sure they don’t make any noise.
“Have you got everything?” I whispered to them. Instead of saying anything, they nodded and made their way towards the living room.
Instructing them on what is to go where, I shoved Asher out to get the cake from his car. He went out as silently as he came.
Adam and Ryder didn’t come, they didn’t do much of anything nowadays, or so I’ve heard. I know they are a little miserable but things with Wren are going good and tomorrow is the day they will get back together, hopefully.
Asher came back with the cake and placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch, carefully. He stood by my side as I went through the decorations one more time to make sure everything is in place. Mom did the same beside me, making sure that the candles were placed carefully around the cake making sure it doesn’t cover the photo printed on it of me, Blake and Chris. We took this 2 days ago for this purpose only. Blake stood between me and Chris with Chris’s head leaning on his shoulder and my hand clutching his, while he stood there smiling. This felt like a perfect moment, seeing he wasn’t really close to the others and they wouldn’t even have been interested if I would’ve tried to talk them into this.
Over our heads was written a quote that said, “Old enough to know better (I’m hoping)” with an 18 gracefully written below the quote.
“Time check,” I asked Chris.
“11:58” he said and we made our way towards Blake’s room as quietly as possible. He was knocked out. He must’ve been very tired to fall asleep at 10 today. Wonder what he did. “It’s time,” Chris said and we lit up the candle on a small cupcake that I baked for him, to start his birthday nicely and sweetly.
As we entered the room we started singing ‘Happy Birthday’ which made Blake wake up with a startle as he stared at us like we’re aliens.
As our song came to an end and he realized what was happening and smiled that million-dollar smile of his that made me so happy that I couldn’t stop myself from hugging him tight.
“Happy birthday handsome. It’s finally here!” I said as he hugged me back with the same enthusiasm.
“Thank you so much, baby girl. You’re the best.” He said with a soft kiss on my cheek.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend. Keep your hands off.” Came Asher’s voice from behind who came up to Blake giving him a pat on his shoulder and wishing him.
Next was mom with the cupcake with a candle. He blew the candle and took a bite out of the cupcake, hugging my mom in the process. “Happy birthday, dear. You are the best thing that has happened to me after Ava. Love you.” Mom said giving him a kiss on the cheek which made him and me tear up a bit.
“Oh gorgeous, you made me cry. Thank you so much.” Blake replied with a cracked voice and noticed the lingering presence of Chris by the door. His smile seemed to have grown a thousand times brighter at his sight and suddenly it felt like they didn’t know anyone else was even there in the room.
“We’ll be waiting outside,” I said and made mom and Asher follow me out to give the couple some privacy.
We went downstairs to the living room and mom walked towards the kitchen, leaving me and Asher alone.
“You seemed a little too cuddly in there.” He commented with a not so serious yet adorable pout.
“Don’t do this right now, Ash.” I jokingly rolled my eyes at him as he pulled me into his arms.
“What? My mate happens to kiss and be kissed by another guy and I’m supposed to stand there?”
“Yes, you are because that happens to be my best friend who happens to be not interested in me,” I replied by wrapping my arms around his neck. He tucked his head in the crook of my neck and inhaled my scent.
“I love you.” He sighed smiling softly down at me.
“I love you more.” Came my response with a kiss on the cheek.
“Doubt that.” He pecked my nose and started to lean in for a kiss just as my mother came back with plates and a knife for the cake.
“None of that in my house.” She replied as she saw me and Ash making him pull away from me and I silently laughed at him while he gave me the stink eye.
“Oh, don’t pout, we’ve got time,” I told him while patting his cheek jokingly.
“You will pay for this.” He said and made his way towards the living room and I followed behind him seeing everyone was waiting for the cake to be cut.
We stood around the table in a circle, Blake blew the candles and we started singing happy birthday again like 5-year-olds in a party.
He cut the cake and fed it first to me and mom and then Chris who made sure to feed it back to him, which involved less of eating and more of shoving his face.
“Thank you, guys, so much. This is the best birthday ever.” Blake said and came for a group hug, which Asher was not interested in joining but I pushed him in any way. To say that he was uncomfortable would be an understatement, but I loved every second of it.
After an hour or so, we all retreated to our rooms, mom didn’t mind Asher and Chris staying since it was already close to morning so Ash followed me into my room.
He entered before me like he owns the place and went straight to the bathroom to freshen up.
“You seem to know the place a little too better,” I shouted from the room so that he could hear me.
“That’s because I do. This might not come as a surprise to you that I have been stalking you for the past few months. Which reminds me, you should check the locks on your window it’s too damn easy to enter, especially at night.” He shouted back leaving me speechless.
Possessive alpha male strikes again.
“You shouldn’t have been entering my room while I’m sleeping, that’s creepy.” I shuddered as I plopped on my bed, ready to fall asleep.
“I thought we covered creepy when I fed you Nutella in my room from my closet.” He commented, coming out of the bathroom and going towards my closet, again it looks like he’s the one that owns the place.
“Damn I’m hungry.” He said whilst pulling out my Nutella jar from my closet. “Now I know why you love this stuff. It is the perfect midnight snack.” He came to lay down on my bed while I observed his every move.
Being with him comes as a second nature to me. I have never felt this type of thing with anyone, not even Adrian. Like right now, knowing that he has been creeping over me and has been watching me while I sleep, I don’t feel my skin crawl with the thought of someone stalking me, knowing that it was him makes me want to jump and kiss him.
Even now when he lays down beside me, seeming all carefree makes my chest swell with pride that he only feels this way with me, he trusts me enough to let his guard down in front of me.
“What are you looking at?” He spoke with his mouth full which made me laugh in return.
“You. I love you.” I replied while looking at his reaction, this is the first time I’ve said those words first and it just feels right, like whatever this is, it’s right and no one can break us now. He realized that too and smiled widely, while getting up and giving me a kiss on the forehead.
When he pulled back, I noticed the hint of chocolate covering the corner of his lips and started giggling, “you got a little chocolate there,” I said while giggling and point to where the stain is.
“Oh, can you clean it up?” He asked, I gave him a look saying ‘why’ and he continued, “since you can see it, it’s better that you clean it up to make sure it doesn’t get more smudged.”
I giggled like an eleven-year-old, again and brushed my thumb across the side of his lip and licked it, “mhm chocolatey.” I commented.
Looking at his face would’ve been a big mistake in that moment, his eyes turned dark as night and his breathing seemed to have increased.
He came up to take my lips in his, making me respond immediately as I melted into his arms and laid on top of him.
Time seemed to have stopped in this moment with our bodies intertwined together and the feel of his lips on mine. It seemed heavenly, even after all these times and all those kisses, this one seemed to be more intimate than any other, as if we knew where this was going and there were still no regrets.
“Your mom.” He replied, unwillingly breaking our moment.
“Ssh, she’s asleep,” I whispered, wasting no more time and planting my lips on his.
Within a matter of seconds, our clothes seemed to have disappeared with neither of us knowing, he pushed my back on the bed with him laying on top, only in his boxers while I was lying there in my underwear.
“Are you sure? We can’t take it back once it’s done.” He asked, concern filling his lustful eyes making me smile at him.
“I love you, and I trust you,” I replied softly making him bend down to take my lips in his one more time. He pulled away, his hands moving down my body, knowing what waits for him and only him.
“Are you sure you’re sure?” He asked again.
“I swear if you ask me that one more time, I’m leaving you,” I said making him shut his mouth.
“Ok, I believe you.” He kissed my navel, pulling my underwear down my legs. “God, I love you so much.” He whispered in my inner thigh, making tingles shoot up my leg.
“Ash, please.” I pleaded, he wasted no time in getting rid of his boxers and coming on top of me.
“This will hurt, but I promise to be gentle.” He said, kissing me on my lips and simultaneously entering me, making a sharp pain shoot up my lower body, as I shouted in pain, but his lips swallowed my cries. “It’ll be over soon, I promise. I love you.” He said breaking away from my lips while kissing the tears from my eyes.
The pain subsided slowly as he stayed still. After a while, he started slow movements, making pleasure course through both our bodies as we moaned each other’s name.
“Ash I’m-” I couldn’t seem to complete the sentence but he understood.
“I know. Me too.” He panted, his lips kissing my collar bone as we closed in on our climax.
He wanted to mark me, his wolf wanted to claim me in the most intimate way, showing the world that I belonged to him by bearing his mark. But he hesitated, not sure if it is what I actually want.
“Ash, look at me.” He looked down at me, slowing his movement, “do it, mark me. I want you to. I love you.” That was enough for him to grow out his sharp teeth as they plunged into my collar, just as we reached our high, making it more pleasurable than the pain shooting down my neck.
He pulled away just as we rode out our highs, both of us panting breathlessly, looking into each other’s eyes with a new type of connection, like our souls have been joined together, forever.
In this moment, everything felt right, as we laid there embracing each other, it felt like we were complete, that nothing else mattered.
I love this feeling, and I love Asher and nothing will ever change that.