Page 24 of Cut Me Down

Through woods grown behind the park

I asked God who I'm supposed to be.

The stars smiled down at me

God answered in silent reverie

I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream.

That I could fly from the highest tree

I had a dream.”

I watch as her hips start to slightly sway at the thought of the missing tune behind her voice, and it’s taking every fiber of my being not to grab those hips and sway with her. My fingertips tingle at the thought. Wishing more than anything that I was the one sitting in her chair right now, looking at the front view of her gorgeous face and pursed lips.

She begins to sing solid notes in place of the missing lyrics, and it’s as if the siren is howling, piercing my heart and my dick with every note. Her humming, stretching into a seductive smile, showing off her canines.

My little wolf…

I can already feel her vibrating throat on my cock as I shove it down her throat, and the howls that will escape her as I make her come. I’ve had an epiphany. An awakening of sorts, as if every shattered piece of this cruel and vile world suddenly glued itself back together. She’ll sing this at our wedding, and then to our kids at bedtime. Her smooth voice plays through my head like a movie, and each scene is a piece of the life we’ll have together. She’s everything I’ve been searching for, and I'm not waiting to have her any longer. Not after she calls to me like this.

“Now I’m old and feeling gray

I don’t know what’s left to say

About this life I’m willing to leave.

I lived it full, I lived it well

There’s many tales I lived to tell

I'm ready now

To fly from the highest wing.

I had a dream.”

The next time she sings this song, parts of it will be true. So far, she hasn’t lived a full life or lived it well. Her life has been nothing but darkness, casting its shadow over anything good that dares to slither its way in. The thought of that actually jerks sad emotions into my mind. After everything I’ve watched and read, was there ever a time where she was happy? Has she ever had fun that wasn’t orchestrated by her friend? Seen any place she actuallywantedto see? I’m going to guess and say no. I’ll be sure to change that for her.

There’s a very slight moment of silence before Charlie claps and brings me out of my trance, drawing my gaze away from my little wolf.

“Beautiful as always, my dear. Thank you very much. I'll see you tomorrow for the usual.” He shakily stands, and I reach out to offer him a hand, but he politely rejects, holding his hand out in protest and nods lightly in thanks.

“Apparently, I'm not working tomorrow.” She says, attitude laced in her voice as she moves her head from side to side. She’s not? Now that is strange, but her off tone suggests that it wasn’t her idea. I’ll need to find out why. She finally looks up and over to Charlie. “Where are you going? I don’t see Jamie.” She starts to walk away from Carter with concern etched onto her face.

“Lucille is picking me up.” He says slyly as a mischievous grin creeps on his face, and her eyes widen in surprise.

“How old is she, Charlie?” Ashia says in disbelief.

“Much younger than me darling, and that’s all that matters.” He says as he walks out, and we all start laughing. I stand up to relieve the pressure of my hard cock up against my zipper and walk over to the half wall near her. Her smell is intoxicating. Even though it’s late spring, she smells like fall. My favorite season. Where the decaying earth releases its sweet scent, and my favorite orange color swarms the trees. The best complimenting scent, sweet vanilla, fills my nose the closer I get and it’s hard not to take a bite out of her.

“What are you doing tonight?” I ask her seductively as I lean against the half wall, determined to get as close as possible without alarming her.

Chapter ten

Ashia

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