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Post by Decoii on Apr 24, 2021 2:35:59 GMT -5
Ivan hated that she cried so easily now. He hated that she seemed weight down by the world and he hadn't been there to stop it from settling down so heavily on her shoulders. He hated that she was so deeply hurt and vulnerable while he had wasted time doing nothing but dying on her and being the cause of one of her children's lost. He hated how deeply he felt her pain through the simple tone of her beautiful eyes, how her full lips seemed to smile a little less.
He hated it all because he knew he was at the core of all her problems. As his eyes shifted, fighting all his thoughts, he found resolve in the sacred tone of silver in her eyes. He gently hugged her and waited until she was done talking before he maneuvered them unto the ground, laying her delicately against the carpeted area. "You failed no one, V. You just hit a little hick-up that's all and I'll do everything and anything to give you back the world that you lost." He whispered, moving down to capture her lips with a gentleness that felt foreign to him.
He parted her lips, licking across her tongue briefly before pulling away. "My death took a lot from you, I can see that now, and I promise you Ventia, I promise that I'll fix everything that I've fucked up by leaving you and the kids behind."
He knew now that she had opened herself back up to him again. He didn't deserve that, not after how he had treated her and everything that she had. Not after he questioned everything about herself and had put her through a fucked up relationship. Ivan knew how he was better than anyone in the world and the fact that she had accepted him back, so easily, spoke volumes about who she was as a person.
It spoke volumes on her dedication, her love, and Ivan had been so stupid for fucking things up all those years ago. He would never find someone more perfect for him than Ventia, even if he had tried. When he came back, he hadn't trusted himself to come visit her. He hadn't trusted himself not to hurt her. But laying on top of her, her legs on either side of his hips, he felt as if he was insane for having ever hurt her the way that he had.
"Promises are meant to be broken so I swear on everything that I am that you can trust me this time. To stay, to commit, to rebuild everything that was taken from you. Give me a week, you'll have one if not both of our girls back in a week." Maybe that promise was too big, Ivan hadn't been around for some time so he would face trouble and walls in his journey but he wouldn't rest until he made true to those words.
Sighing, he lowered his blue eyes to her lips, capturing them once again in a deepened kiss. Pulling away, he trailed kisses across her cheeks, towards her ears, then down her jaws and across her neck, finding the dip to the side where her neck curved out into her shoulders. He worked the area hotly, sucking kissing and licking. One of his hands held him up from crushing Ventia and the other moved to pull his boxers down.
He grabbed the hard length of his dick, pressing his body between her legs until he was steadily pressing against her warm entrance. His fangs extended on their own and Ivan felt himself pressing his canines into the softness of her skin, breaking it as he marked her there. To distract from that pain, he plunged into her at the same time, burying himself deeply inside with a growl.
((.... Yeah I'm not sorry.))
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Post by Ventia on Apr 24, 2021 4:54:39 GMT -5
((Sorry not sorry guys mwhahaha nothing to see here keep walking <3))
Ventia could do nothing but cry as Ivan spoke so gently, she made no noise just silent tears running down her cheeks, as Ivan’s words curled around her, the only thing keeping her anchored and together. How had she survived up to this point? Now under Ivan, barely twelve hours after he walked back into Ventia’s life, the thought tore at her heart. She knew the answer though, just barely.
Ventia managed to scrape on by, everything around her just falling apart by the seams, while just trying to get through the day. Her one light in the world was random short phone-calls with Jareth whom after five or ten minutes, decided he had to go. Ventia let him, not wanting to be that mom that nagged on him, when he was her only child that Ventia could still talk to. Then she had Lue but it wasn’t the same. Ventia had closed herself off to the woman, only going out of need and warm arms. They grew attached, both lonely souls with nothing else in their worlds. But it wasn’t enough. Would never be enough. Because she wasn’t Ivan.
Ivan was meant for Ventia, he was her soulmate, everything she needed and wanted and everything that would push Ventia to be the most of herself. She knew most of their fights were just that, Ivan trying to make Ventia into the person he knew she could be. But Ventia had always been scared, since she was a little girl who lost her mother and had her father beat her to death. Rape her. When she lost her first child when she herself was only a child. So Ventia drew back from the world, trying her best but not doing enough, not doing what she knew she could accomplish. Yet still feeding herself lies that Ventia was happy with what she got.
Then Ivan came into her life and Ventia found herself wanting someone more than she had ever felt before. Even in the arms of Decoil, who Ventia had flirted with for years upon years, finally sharing her bed, to wake to royal blue eyes watching her. The moment she had looked into those eyes, Ventia felt her whole life change. At that moment, her very essence of herself, had craved the stranger with the gun.
At his death, at his loss, Ventia died inside each day. Staying alive purely for the need to keep her remaining babies alive. Elena’s loss just almost doing it some nights, where Ventia sat in the corner of her bedroom, holding on to herself and rocking on her heels, staring blindly at the gun on her desk. Those nights Ventia wouldn’t sleep, finally getting up at the sounds of Katie and Jareth waking up. She sobbed into his kiss, thanking God she had never picked up that gun. That she didn’t have the guts to end her life and lose out on the last thing she had.
So she clung to life with greedy tired fingers and now? Ventia knew why. For this very moment, for Ivan to swear to be everything that Ventia had always wanted out of him. A mate. A father. A man who could do the imposible. A man who vowed to bring their girls back.
“Oh Ivan.” Ventia sobbed as he kissed her all over, having no words for what Ivan had just vowed. Just that it was everything she had wanted to hear. Ivan had no clue how much those words tugged at her heart, ripping apart old wounds and burning hope for it all anyways. Ventia clung to his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, fingers digging into his skin as he entered her and bite her.
It was such a overwhelming primal sensation that filled Ventia until her teeth ached, growing longer until Ventia bit Ivan where she had so many long years ago. The taste of his blood, darker now, filled Ventia’s mouth and she swallowed, wanting every part of him in her, her eyes glowing brightly, as Ventia felt the bond, once dead and dried up, now bursting into life within her, connecting her back to her mate. Ventia sobbed harder, her hands against his back now, hugging him, still filling herself with him.
After a while, when her head whirled, Ventia pulled back, kissing her mark and lapping at the few drops of blood. Her tears slowly came to a pause and Ventia rubbed her face against his shoulder before leaning back down, gazing up at him with red silver eyes.
“I love you.” She breathed him in, feeling strength pouring into her from the bond, and from being so close to Ivan. “Thank you for everything. I’ll be with you every step of the way.” There were no more worries in Ventia’s mind if Ivan had wanted her. He had marked her first and therefore? Ivan was stuck with her. She was going no where, her place was with him. There would be many things to overcome and work out, but Ventia would do it with a smile and always go to bed to Ivan.
“You know Ivan,” she said a little shyly, “If you keep this up, you might have more babies before any grandbabies.” Ventia smiled wide though, showing off the hidden dimples on her cheeks, “Well that doesn’t sound too bad actually.”
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Post by Decoii on Apr 24, 2021 10:05:26 GMT -5
((Yeah, skip this post too cause I don't know how to stop him once he starts, lmao.))
Ivan didn't stop her from crying, he let her vent it all out in front of him. He allowed her to talk, to sob, to just get it off her chest because he didn't know when the last time she had been able to express her guilt was. Marking her this time felt different to him. Something deeper and stronger than before. He wasn't fucking around like last time, having lost too much at his thoughtless actions and words.
No, Ivan was for real. This time, he was ready to be here and commit to her the way he should have done the first time around. He knew it was a miracle that he had found himself back into her arms again and found that humorous because the efforts that made this possible had come straight from hell. He stiffened on top of her when she marked him, a groan leaving his throat as he pulled his own teeth out of her skin and sucked hungrily on the blood that pooled out of the wound, his saliva working on closing her wounds, tongue working slowly in an apology for the pain the bond had to endure in order to get created.
(...)
It was as if the bond intensified every feeling inside of him, sexual and not. Although to be honest, his mind was more consumed with the sexual thoughts than any other at the moment. Huffing, he slid out of her slick core and thrusted back inside, face moving down to her breasts so he can take one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily, before taking in the next. He pulled away from her breasts and licked up her chest, over her neck, until he reached under her chin, moving to take her lips in as she talked.
"I'm dead," he stated, laughing at her own words. "Is that even possible?" The idea was appealing in some way but Ivan wasn't opened to creating more children until his lost ones where found.
He pulled out, slamming in and pressing against her until it was impossible to press any deeper. With a groan, he repeated his harsh thrusting until he could feel himself losing control, slowly. "You know," He huffed into her ears, biting one of them before moving his attention to the next. "For someone in your position you're definitely thinking and talking too much, I'm taking a blow to my ego."
His hands moved to her knees, pressing them up against her while spreading them apart. Her readjusted himself over her and with a wink thrusted himself roughly inside of her over and over, relentlessly.
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Post by Ventia on Apr 24, 2021 15:02:59 GMT -5
((I’m trying to be good here you’re making it really difficult haha))
Ventia trembled under Ivan’s touch, each new stroke of his filling her up and making Ventia feel whole. When he pulled away, she groaned in protest, only to shudder at his desperate thrusts forward. She clung to him, feeling that if Ventia let him go, she would lose herself to the emotions and sensations she was feeling. Ivan was her anchor, the only strong point in Ventia’s life, and she would die before letting go of him once more.
She rubbed against him, meeting his thrusts, grabbing at his arms, his back, running her fingers through his hair, kissing him when he kissed her, pressing kisses against her mark, all while moaning lowly under her breath, the scent of their lovemaking-of Ivan-filling the room and making Ventia feel heady with desire and pleasure.
She rolled her eyes playfully at him, even if his words brought a stab of pain along with it, “A lot of the Nightstars are dead, and there’s been babies.” Ventia craved more children from Ivan, she had always wanted a lot of kids but either way was happy with the three that she got. Even if Ivan couldn’t reproduce anymore Ventia didn’t care. She had her babies, they were all grown up now yes, but they were hers. And his. Ventia bit back a loud moan, loosing thought for a moment, as pleasure sizzled throughout her. Ivan was huffing against her ear, telling her she was talking and thinking too much and Ventia laughed softly, suddenly desiring to see Ivan with little children, having him around this time as they grew up, their older siblings chasing after them.
Ventia closed her eyes and then opened them again, bright silver glowing. “Maybe you’re not doing enough.” She teased, despite the fact Ivan was doing more than enough. Her whole body was on fire, she was soaking as Ivan filled her, little tremors shook her legs as he palmed them wider and snug against him. She bit her lip and felt her eyes roll back as Ivan hit a spot that made Ventia want to curl up and cry with her climax. He kept hitting that spot until Ventia became mush in his arms, only needing pleasure and whining for him not to stop.
Rio drove up to the Beta’s home, about a hour after she had gotten a message to go shopping. She rolled her eyes at herself, wondering how she had gotten to this point. Where she was going grocery shopping for Pack members. Rio got out, popped the trunk, and grabbed two handfuls of bags before walking up to the porch. She dropped them there, knocked hard three times, then went back to get more.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 24, 2021 15:28:25 GMT -5
((You know, I'ma be a good girl and not fall for your trap))
Afterwards, Ivan brought down a couple of warm moist towels and helped Ventia clean herself from their mess. He didn't know how he got to the point of being so gentle but he didn't find himself minding at all as he moved to clean her thighs, fingers teasing her sensitive marks as he seemingly innocently would extend them out against her. He couldn't fight the grin on his face or the glint in his shinning blue eyes. He brought her back up to the couch, laying her and placing a blanket over her when someone knocked at the door, the door squeaking and sliding open slightly.
With a frown, he remembered that they had broken it earlier and busied himself with putting on his discarded pair of pants before planting a kiss on Ventia's temple and moving to open the door. There, he saw who he assumed was Rio and frowned at her clear discontent. She was upset that she went on a grocery trip? The brat was useless at her other job and this pack was spoiling her. "You couldn't be frowning any harder." He stated dryly, crossing his arms in front of his naked chest. "This pack must be really harsh on you for asking such a small favor with everything it gives you in return. You should leave it, find another pack where the Beta would expect you to lick their shoes clean and eat dirt at their command."
He wasn't being snappy, he really wasn't... Okay, maybe a little but Ivan was still Ivan and the whole thing still bothered him. He wasn't about to change the way he spoke to others simply because he had promised to stay with Ventia.
"Also, a little tip? Guarding the boarder means 'guarding the border'... No one is going to be trying to break into the territory by standing out in a clearing and being obvious."
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Post by Ventia on Apr 24, 2021 16:00:44 GMT -5
((Goood girl!!))
Ivan’s smile was infectious and Ventia in her happy hazy daze just gazed up at him, her lips trembling, smiling every now and then at either his gentle caress, slight teasing, or simply his good mood. She pouted when Ivan pulled away from her, but smiled at the kiss and snuggled into the couch, feeling tired and hungry all in one. Her eyes watching him move to the door. A part of her wanted to tell Ivan to put a shirt on, that he was hers and she didn’t want any other females looking at him.
But then Ventia saw his chest and back, which was red from all her scratching and digging, saw her mark that was still fresh and visible for all to see. She supposed it was fine then, her beast happy that Ivan was visibly marked for all to see that he was hers. She watched with lazy eyes their encounter.
Rio glared at the stranger, smelling the Beta all over him. It was a surprise, everyone knew Ventia was always alone. Rio would have said something snappy back at the man but her eyes caught on Ventia, watching them from inside. Her eyes sharp silver, daring her to say something rude. Rio swallowed and rolled her eyes.
“Just a tip.” Rio nodded, feeling her anger spiking but putting the last’s of the bags on the porch. She didn’t feel comfortable going inside that steamy scented house, only coming here when she had to. “Other Packs suck.” She said simply and walked back down to her car, getting in and getting out before the man figured out all her secrets. And Rio had too many secrets. She always was wary around Ventia, knowing the woman was smart just broken, but the man she was with? Rio could tell he was dangerous and not one to fuck with. She got the hell out of there.
“Look, you scared her away.” Ventia said amusingly from her seat on the couch and was about to get up and help Ivan with the groceries but her legs laid limp underneath her. She blinked at them and tried again, feeling them shaking now. Ventia stayed put, not wanting to embarrass herself by falling. A couple more minutes she thought, before she would try to move again.
“I’m hungry.” Ventia smiled at the soft whining sound to her tone as she drank in her mate.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 24, 2021 16:15:24 GMT -5
Ivan was still glaring at the retreating car. This brat was supposed to protect the pack and here he was, proof of her failure. He growled softly, but let it go, hearing Ventia finally admitting that she was hungry. He turned with a grin, picking up half the bags and moving to the kitchen. "Would you look at that, took you long enough." He teased, digging through the bag so he could find her sub and a drink for her.
Slowly, he moved to her and dropped the food on her stomach. Giving her a knowing teasing smile but not mentioning the fact that he could literally see her legs shaking under the thin material of the blanket. "You know I was just trying to make a friend." He said slowly, moving to grab the rest of the bags and placing them on the counter, kicking the door close when he was finally done.
Ivan grabbed his lukewarm burgers, fries, and a soda. "My god I thought I thought I was going to die of hunger." He complained, moving to sit on the floor, leaning against the couch Ventia laid on. He felt content as he unwrapped his burger and took a big messy bite from it.
He was absolutely worn out by this point, the greasiness and heaviness of the food settled extremely well in his stomach. "This is a life worth fucking living." He commented as he ate.
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Post by Ventia on Apr 24, 2021 16:53:04 GMT -5
“Oh hush mister.” Ventia lick her bottom lip, tasting Ivan on her lips. Her stomach made a sound at the smell of fresh food and Ventia tried not to see his teasing smile or the fact that the food was shaking in her lap. Because of her damn legs. She smiled to herself, trying to calm them and failing, and then taking apart the wrappings of the sub.
“Thank you Ivan.” She winked at him and took a bite, feeling hungrier than she had thought she was after swallowing. Ventia took another before saying “Rio doesn’t have that many friends despite how many years now?” Ventia thought to herself, “About five I think?” Something nagged at her about the girl in the same way it had towards Annie. But Rio hadn’t made any moves that would give Ventia cause for suspicion.
“Anyways,” she disregarded the girl from her mind and took in Ivan, leaning against the couch on the floor. The man looked comfy enough and just from looking at him, Ventia could feel her lips stretching into a smile.
“Mighty hungry for a dead man.” She teased, enjoying his remarks and moving one still shaky leg to press against Ivan’s back. Ventia felt a need to touch him constantly and would act on it. She took another bite and thought of his earlier words.
“A week?” Ventia said thoughtfully, knowing that Katie was somewhere in the deadlands. She remembered the tall redhead man who had come to her club, smelling like her daughter. She had pictures of him in the file, being the last clue she had gotten on Katie. Elena on the other hand was just dead ends. Dead ends that Ivan could count off, while looking elsewhere.
Ventia felt that smile falter as years of her failure weighed her down. But she pushed past it, smiling wider, knowing that Ivan could accomplish what she couldn’t. “Eat up love, you have your work cut out for you.” She trailed her fingers through his hair, petting him, and taking another bite-thinking of possibilities.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 27, 2021 12:29:50 GMT -5
Ivan stopped eating and toyed with a French fry as he thought. Obviously going in and demanding that Katie came home wouldn't help anything if she didn't even return for the mother she knew, why would she return for a stranger that claimed he was her father? He would have to do something drastic, he realized. As for Elena... Ventia wasn't going to like what he had to say about that situation.
He chewed his food after a while, settling into silence as he thought the situation over and over. He didn't speak for nearly an hour as he slowly ate his burgers and fries, eating the cold food just to avoid the inevitable. Slowly, he turned towards her and sighed, getting up to sit on the couch next to her. He glanced her over, smiling at his beautiful women before his eyes hardened and his face turned strict.
"Alright, here's the deal. We're going to have to do some damage control when Katie gets back. You know her best, so she's going to be the most upset with you and you're going to have to not let it get to you, think you can do that? Stop feeling so guilty and just stand up for yourself on this one because it won't be easy on you emotionally, but you're most definitely not going to fold and let her go again, you got that?"
He shifted so he could face her more head on. "As for Elena there's a chance that she's already dead and has been dead for a long time. I know you don't want to hear that and I don't want to sound like a cruel jerk but there's definitely no way you would have found her on your own regardless on how you think about it and you're going to have to prepare yourself for that because it's the most probable outcome when it comes to her. Depending on why she was taken, she could have easily ended up dead a week after and at most a year or two after her abduction.
"You have to not kill yourself for that, V. They killed me to get her and I was safe, that tells you a lot about these people. But I will find her, dead or alive, and I will find who's responsible and I will be leaving them for you if I can't bring my baby girl home." He sounded like he was a detached stranger spitting facts but he knew Ventia needed the bold truth and he hoped she could pick up on the care in his voice.
"And finally... You're not going to come with me. I know I said I wouldn't leave, but I have to leave for this one. You're a liability as Beta of the New Dawn. A bigger one with the Alpha dead and I can guarantee you that everyone you meet while trying to find answers know you, even if they don't show it. You've been heavily misguided on your investigation because of your status and even if you leave the pack to do this, that won't change. I bet people always have leads when you come knocking and they've all led to dead ends because everyone is trying to survive for themselves and I bet that when you went back everyone of them had vanished into thin air."
"It's not your fault," He said softly, "But if you want to even find out if our girl is alive or dead, you're going to have to sit here alone while I'm out there and prepare yourself for some very bad news."
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Post by Ventia on Apr 28, 2021 21:45:29 GMT -5
There were only a few people who dared to speak to Ventia the way Ivan was right now. Few less got away with it. Ivan was definitely at the top of that list, as he told Ventia what he had been chewing on for the last hour. By this time she had already finished with the big sub and the water Ivan had given her, content to just idly play with Ivan’s silky hair.
Now listening to Ivan’s words, Ventia could feel both her heart sink down into her gut and the hope soar up, catching in her throat. She stayed quiet for a moment after his words, wanting to cry at the thought of Elena truly being gone from them but then stubbornly as she had for the past fifteen years, ignored that possibility and hope that her child was at least healthy and happy.
It helped hearing Ivan’s vow for vengeance to whomever had taken her babe and she nodded at him, fingers curling on his pant leg.
She felt so tired then, knowing Ivan would be leaving soon and Ventia would be left all alone once more. Just for a while, she tried telling herself but the nasty negative voices told her otherwise.
“I can do that, all of it.” From being stern with Katie which God help her, Ventia had always been firm with her daughter and still she went on her merry way. To accepting the possibility of Elena’s death. To not blaming it all on herself. Ventia could do all of it but at the same time, she felt like she could do nothing.
Ventia stood up, feeling desperation clawing up her throat and the back of her eyes burining. But she would not cry. Not anymore. She hated the feeling, hated the ugly voice that was trying to convince her that Ivan was disappointed with her. That Ivan hated how weak she had become. That Ivan never truly wanted her.
“One second.” She told Ivan and then ran away, escaping back upstairs, into her room, locking herself into the bathroom. She left it unlocked though, not needing another door to be broken through in case Ivan had picked up on her desperate scent and came following. Ventia threw water on her face rubbing at her cheeks and eyes as her whole body began to tremble.
It was such a stupid reaction. Ventia wasn’t even mad at Ivan, his words making perfect sense. She knew he worked best alone, knew he wouldn’t stop until he had answers. Knew that in a week or less, she would see results. Yet why was she feeling as if she wanted to crawl out of her skin? Ventia bit down on her lips, tasting blood and letting it calm her down. She wanted to cry. Wanted to scream. Wanted to run away. Yet all she could do was nothing. She would have punched the mirror had Ventia been younger but instead she just stared tiredly at herself. Seeing the silver strands peeking through the darkness of her hair and old grey eyes.
Ventia groaned, mentally kicking herself before leaving the bathroom and getting dressed. Putting pants on and a bra, throwing her hair up into a bun, socks and her boots came next and so did her weapon. When Ventia glanced at herself in the mirror, she saw the old Beta she knew, her eyes were guarded, walls up, and with it all, Ventia Black felt slightly better. Back in control. Sighing she went back downstairs, flashing Ivan a smile to let him know she was fine.
“When are you going to go?” She asked, moving into her office and looking through the files until she found all three of them.
Ventia walked back to the back of the couch and bent low, putting the files nicely in front of Ivan. She sat on the edge, tapping her boot on the floor and reaching out to touch his cheek. “Stay alive or undead or whatever it’s called these days. Just not dead dead.” The words were funny to her and Ventia smiled sadly.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 28, 2021 22:12:23 GMT -5
Ivan wanted to run after her, he felt this deep need to help her get through this moment and his rough words. Still, he found himself staying put and respecting her need for space. After a bit, he worked on throwing out their trash and cleaning the kitchen up for her. It was the least he could do with how rough he had sounded. Ivan sighed in frustration before drying his hands and settling back on the couch. Not long after, he sat down and when she came back to him, he grabbed the files, smiling at her jokes.
"You're hilarious." He said teasingly, opening the files and glancing through them. It was enough, more than enough, to get the girls back.
"I'll leave in the morning after I fix your front door." He said, placing the files down so he could study them, page by page. He hadn't realized that he had gotten wrapped up in all the information he was reading on the pages until his eyes burned and nearly two more hours passed by. Groaning, he rubbed his dry eyes and turned to find her. "This is good. You've done a great job, V." He reassured his mate.
Getting up, he went to give her a tight hug, yawning into her hair. "We should get some rest." He said, pushing them towards the room while holding on to her, he wasn't tired, but she needed some rest. He planned on resting a bit before fixing her door and leaving while she slept. It sounded cruel, but that was the easiest way for him to depart without having her reaction burning in his mind. It would make him want to return to her and the chances of him getting sloppy because of it where high.
"In the meantime you should sort out some pack affairs incase we need to step away. You should also get everything ready on your end and if you finish that up before I come back," He stopped talking long enough to place a kiss on her head. "Maybe you should think it through... If you're ready to have more children, I mean." He was offering her something and he hoped it would keep her mood high during his absence.
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Post by Ventia on Apr 29, 2021 0:54:21 GMT -5
“ I know. I’m sooo funny.” Ventia teased back sarcastically and nodded at his next words, not surprised in the least. She knew Ivan’s ways, remembering all the days she would wake up to him being gone. Ventia patted his head, just a few soft thumps before sighing and letting her fingers roam softer. After a while she stopped, glancing down and seeing Ivan studying the pages. Ventia left him alone then, not wanting to distract him and be the reason anything went wrong.
So instead Ventia walked around the house, noticing that Ivan had cleaned the kitchen up. Honestly Ventia had left the kitchen alone for days now, cups plates and utensils piling up despite her one day meals. Such a simple task and yet Ventia just left it alone. Now with her kitchen clean, sink visible, kitchen counters cleared off and organized, her fridge surely packed from all the groceries she had seen Ivan haul in, and Ivan’s scent all throughout the house, Ventia felt her heart break even more. How had she gotten to this point?
Ventia knew her life was a long one, knew of younger wolves than her who had grown themselves old just from their mental health. It would deteriorate and crumble, making those wolves lose their sanity, causing them to be a liability to all. Maybe she was overthinking it, like Ventia did with everything, but suddenly she grew very still. Staring at the clean kitchen in front of her, knowing that Ivan had come at a good week, having left the kitchen in worst shape before. Slowly the embarrassed feeling cut through the numb and Ventia widened her eyes, turning back and staring at the back of Ivan’s head.
Ventia really just had a epiphany over a clean ass kitchen. She chuckled ever so softly to herself, seeing the gun on her hip. Ventia had no use for it, having grabbed it on auto during her desperate search to put up walls. She shook her head at herself, what a silly thing to do, but left it on her hip. Ventia would put it back later, for now enjoying the cold weight of the metal.
Ventia moved to the living room then, getting comfortable on a rocking chair, the one she had personally used while pregnant, and rocked to the sight of Ivan. Ventia watched him for the entire time, sketching his bold lines to memory; his very kissable full lips, dark eyes framed by long black lashes, high cheekbones and a not so straight nose. Then his arms, thick and corded with visible veins, she liked that. A wide chest, broad shoulders, his stomach tight with abs, the v cut that dropped into his jeans. His big lap. Ventia loved sitting on his lap.
She was lost until his eyes focused on her, telling Ventia she had done a good job. The words sounded fake in her head but Ventia ignored it and gave just a tiny smile at her mate. “If you say so.” Was what she said before hugging him back, letting his strong arms hold her for a few precious moments.
Ventia laughed softly against his chest, as his yawn tickled her ear, and sighed a bit as he signaled they should rest. It wasn’t that late, Ventia confirmed with the clock on the wall, but knew Ivan would want a early start. So she walked blindly towards the foot of the stairs, knowing her home like the back of her palm. Her face still snuggling against Ivan’s chest.
His words had all type of questions popping into Ventia’s mind and she poked her head out from his chest. Raising her brow she asked about the one she cared most about. “I thought demon Ivan was too good for little half demon and wolves.” Ventia giggled at it, thinking it sounded absurd, even as flashes of little children dashed through her mind, sneakier and sweeter than ever. Just like their father.
“I know what you’re doing.” She said next, pushing a finger between their bodies and poking at his chest. “And I love you for it Ivan Trevor.” Ventia lifted on her tippy toes, needing to with Ivan, and kissed him deeply. Until she felt hot and needy. At that point, Ventia dragged her mate upstairs to her bed and sat him down. It was Ventia’s turn to pleasure Ivan and it was only right that she give him a devilishly wicked goodbye.
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Post by Decoii on May 2, 2021 23:25:09 GMT -5
Ivan enjoyed Ventia's willingness to always work with him. He thrived at the idea that his mate wasn't a nosy lady and never became a casualty because of him. She understood her strength and understood his as well, allowing him to move without restraint but always becoming his home when he came back to her. She was lovely, really, and strong. She had just lost her way a little bit with all the shit the world threw at her. Still, in the short while Ivan has been here, she's started to blossom into the women he knew and loved.
He allowed her to work her magic on him. Keeping his need of control at bay and allowing her to take rein and control over everything he had to offer. She moved slowly, prolonging every moment and he knew it was to keep him from leaving too soon. He knew she didn't like the idea, even if it was for the children. So he kissed, caressed, and fucked all of her worries away until she was too tired to do anything else but fall asleep.
He rested with her for a few hours before silently moving away. Fixing the door as he had promised and being gone long before she woke up.
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