Seth's POV:

I can't remember the last time fear felt like that. It ran through my body, hot and persistent, until it settled in my gut. I couldn't even begin to imagine where all that blood was coming from. I was dumbfounded and frozen.

A million thoughts ran through my mind though and if it weren't for my need to be near her and assure she was safe, I would have hunted down that vampire and dealt with it myself.

Instead, I laid beside her all night. Pressed into her warm back, listening to her steady breathing as she slept. I couldn't sleep, not really. I was too scared something would happen to her.

Early in the morning before it was very light out she woke up needing some pain relief. I got her settled back in bed and I expected she'd want me to move to the couch, but instead she patted the bed beside her. She rested her head on my shoulder and was back asleep in minutes.

For me though, that's when mating season seemed to click back into place.

For hours I was so worried and scared so mating seasons seemed to vanish, but clearly it was temporary. My cock has been aching for hours, even after getting up three times in between now and then to relieve myself in the bathroom.

Each time I cum it seems like I just need it again sooner. It's horrible and I can hardly keep my hands off myself and yet Gwen is right beside me.

I had a lot of time to imagine Gwen showing up at my empty house during mating season to surprise me, but none of those fantasy's involved blood spilling from her neck.

I squeeze my eyes shuts, hoping to push away the memory all together. If I were already imprinted to her I'm not sure I would have held myself together so well. I'd have probably run off, ready to rip the throat out of the vampire, no matter if they were a friend.

Gwen's breathing changes and her arm stretches out over me before it settles beside my neck on my pillow. She runs her cheek against my shoulder, moaning as her legs stretch. She remains tangled to me, placing her leg back in between mine.

"How'd you sleep?" She asks hoarsely.

I didn't. "Okay, how about you? Are you hurting?" I'm quick to question.

"I feel okay, just a bit sore. The medicine works pretty damn well." She snorts. I feel her finger drag along the side of my neck in a taunting sort of way, though I don't she means much by it. Still my cock, which was already hard, twitches in my pants.

Images of her licking and biting at my neck while she's on top of me consume my mind for a minute. "Does some breakfast sound good?" I respond weakly.

She hums and I feel as her hand trails from the side of my neck to where my hair reaches. She runs her nails through it, playing with the pieces. Images of her grabbing onto my hair while I'm on top of her break into my mind next.

"If it's okay I think I'll shower quickly, I still feel a bit gross."

I nod my head slowly. "Of course, do whatever you need. I'll leave out clean clothes and make some food for when you're out." I offer.

She lets it go and climbs from my bed. "I'll be quick then." She motions to the hallway.

"Take your time!"

I grab my phone to get an update about the vampire situation, running through the groupchat. It seems like everything is taken care of and everyone's resumed mating season. Lucky assholes.

My cock remains hard and pressed to my boxers, begging to be touched. It's been over an hour since I last came.

I glance at the door, which is cracked and consider it. A hot thrill courses through my body at the idea of her walking in and joining me. Not having the energy to hold off any longer I slip my dick out of my boxers and wrap my hand around the base. It's all so sensitive, especially from cumming so many times already. The head of my cock is nearly too sensitive to even brush over.

I'm firm and quick as I sweep my hand up and down, my eyes glancing to the door every few minutes. I don't want to disgust her with what I'm doing. I want her to feel safe here, taken care of. Gwen can't help but invade my fantasies every damn time. Most of them revolving around her waking up next to me. She'd wake me up with a breathless kiss, biting at my lip like she does. Her hand would find my cock already hard for her and she'd smirk at me.

Then I'd push her onto her back gently and move down her body, kissing and licking. I like the idea of teasing her, of having control over Gwen's pleasure. Just having had made her cum once is something I'll be proud of for years.

A struggled moan escapes my throat as my thumb brushes over the sensitive head. I picture Gwen rolling her hips into mine, moaning in my ear as she thrusts herself against me. I picture Gwen naked in Quil's creek, her nipples hard and her cheeks red. I picture Gwen begging me to make her cum, her legs spread and shaking.

That's does it.

I bite down on my lip, hard, trying to suppress my moans and whimpers. As soon as the first bit of cum flows out of me I become nearly too sensitive to touch, but every time it's like my orgasm keeps coming and coming. It's nearly unbearable and yet I'll want to do it again and again for the next couple days.

I shudder as I come down from my orgasm and quickly clean myself up. I shouldn't have done that, what if she wants to take a nap after her shower. What if she can tell I did that?

I embarrassed myself enough the day I came in my pants, I ruined everything. Now she wants nothing to do with me except be friends. I'm not mad, I just wanted something more so badly. It's my fault though, I'm the one who can't seem to imprint.

Once I'm cleaned up and dressed I make my way into the hallway. The bathroom door is shut but the water has stopped, she's gotta be wrapping up. I tap gently on the door. "Gwen? What are you hungry for? I'll make something."

There's a long pause. "Um, I'll uh, anything is fine!" She stutters, which is unlike her.

My eyebrows tug together. "Are you doing okay? Do you need help with the bandages?" I worry she's in pain again, but she just took the medicine not long ago. She can't over do it.

"I think I got it!"

I let it go then, not wanting to rush her. Heading downstairs I busy myself with making some waffles, my favorite. I collect some fruit from the fridge and make us each a plate. About three minutes into cooking my cock is hard and throbbing again. I swear every orgasm makes it even harder not to touch myself the next time. An itch that just won't go away.

I do my best to focus but fuck it's unbearable.

I finish the waffles and toss them onto a plate before I charge for the downstairs bathroom. I shut the door and lock it, quickly tugging down my pants. My cock is reddened and dribbling precum already because I made myself wait just a few more minutes. I wrap my hand around myself again and my lips part, a tingling sensation running over me. I hear shuffling and pause, trying to understand where the noise is coming from. I listen closely, but it's not coming from outside the door.

So where?

I glance around but it's a small bathroom, all I see is a vent in the ceiling. I stare at it for a moment, ready to rule that out too but I hear a strangled whimper that sends a rush of heat through my body. The whimper is followed up with panting, and low moans. Holy fucking hell, it's Gwen in the upstairs bathroom. She's touching herself.

My grip tightens on my cock as I listen closely. "Oh god." I hear her mutter under her breath. "Fuck." She whines.

I shouldn't be listening, I shouldn't be so sneaky. My cock tells me I have no choice as it throbs in my hand. Slowly I begin stroking myself again, a shiver running up my spine from the thrill I get of listening to her.

Her moans and whines are consistent, but every time she sounds especially struggled my cock threatens to spill cum earlier than I want it to. It sounds like she's getting close the way her moans are a little more breathless and desperate.

She's probably working herself so good up there. "Fuck, it's not happening." I hear her whine, sounding frustrated. She lets out an angry groan before I hear the sink running and the bathroom door throw open.

Reluctantly I give my cock one more squeeze before I shove it into my pants, still rock hard, and give my hands a quick wash. I exit the bathroom and get back to preparing our plates right as she comes back down the stairs.

I glance up at her to find that she went into my room and chose a clean t-shirt to wear. It's so long on her, I'm curious if she even bothered finding shorts..or panties.

I press my waist against the kitchen island, hiding myself. I manage a bright smile. "Feeling better?"

She looks a little caught, like she forgot I was down here.

She forces a smile. "Yup!"

I motion that we should sit at the dining table and she agrees. I'm quick to sit, trying to hide my erection. I need to adjust it, make it not so evident. That would scare her off pretty fast. "How's your neck feeling?" I shove a mouthful of food in my mouth. I'm starving, I'm working up a sweat nearly every hour.

Her fingers reach up and graze over the gauze absently. "Fine with the medicine, mostly just a bit tender. It hurts less than this." She touches her stomach. "It's just frustrating healing naturally. I see everyone else get much more hurt and still be able to handle more, but I was hardly coherent yesterday." She snorts, like she's failed herself.

I wipe my mouth, staring at her as her eyes focus on her plate. "None of us have been bitten by a vampire and managed to do all of what you did to survive, all the while ripping your fresh stitches open. I couldn't have done any of that. You even tried to save Beth alone in your condition, you're amazing."

She looks caught off guard and a small smile raises on her face, just for me. "You're sweet."

She leans forward a little, knocking her butterknife onto the floor. It thuds over near my foot and I lean down to grab it. Stretching out my arm, I manage to reach, but I get distracted.

Her thighs, which are bare, are rubbing together tightly as she shifts around in her seat. The scent of her arousal is so strong, I can't believe I hadn't caught it earlier. I inhale deeply before grabbing the knife and sitting upright. She's uncaring of what I was doing, diving right into her waffles. Dear god.

We finish breakfast, just chatting loosely about pack stuff, and then we decide to watch some movies. I expect her to head to the couch, but instead she heads straight to the stairs. My room?

My bed isn't small but I do take up a lot of it, there's not much distance between us when we lay side by side. Hardly any at all really.

"Do you mind if I borrow a hoodie or something? You guys keep it freezing." She smiles sweetly at me, pausing at my closest.

"No of course! Help yourself." My body feels even hotter than normal, my loose t-shirt and shorts are nearly too much.

She frowns at me though, "Are you okay? You look red."

I swallow shaking my head. "If I'm honest it's a bit hot in here." She laughs at that, shaking her head.

"God you guys are crazy. It's like a freezer in here." She rubs her hands together before grabbing a black hoodie. She slips it on with ease and it lands down her thighs. They look so soft and smooth, they shine a bit in the daylight. She laughs at the length of my hoodie. "You can turn the air colder if you need though."

"I don't want you to be cold." I say shyly. "Would you be uncomfortable if I took my shirt off for a bit? Just to cool off-"

"Seth it's your house, do what you want." She shoos me, like it's nothing. I guess it doesn't matter much to her then. I kind of wanted my body to have an effect on her like hers does for me. Whenever I see just a bit of her cleavage I feel all hot and bothered.

I peel off the shirt and fold it on my nightstand before slipping into the bed. I pull the sheet to my waist, not being able to stand much more than that. Regardless I need something to hide my boner.

Gwen follows my lead, but piles the comforter on top of her. She situates herself before she yawns, laying on her back. I start flicking through Netflix until I click on the first new release that looks half decent.

A comfortable silence falls upon us as we watch the movie. I'm a bit distracted. I never got to finish earlier and that seems to have been the wrong call. My dick is so hard it feels like it's about to burst with release at the slightest touch.

I excuse myself to the bathroom and take the edge off quickly only this time when I finish my cock doesn't soften. Not even for a moment.

I brush my hand over it and dear god that felt good. Before it was just my tip that was sensitive but now the whole thing is. Clearly this time I just need to get two out if my system..

I make quick work the second time around, although it's harder not to make noise. It's just that sensitive. The second orgasm is so strong it's nearly unbearable and it leaves me shaking and twitching.

I clean up again, but I can't help but notice I still don't soften. I carefully push my cock back into my shorts but even that touch is erotic. It's all fucking erotic. The way my cock presses against my shorts is even starting to feel a little too good. Oh this is bad. This is so so bad. I shouldn't have suggested she stay, there's no way I'm going to be able to keep my hands off of myself for much longer.

I splash cold water over my face and pat it dry before I muster the courage to get back into bed with Gwen. She smiles up at me when I join her and I shyly meet it.

She has no idea what I'm feeling right now.

I causally bunch up some sheet on top of my lap, trying to help hide myself.

"I'm freezing." She shivers, before turning onto her side and cuddling into me. She places a cold hand on my bare stomach, rests her cheek on my chest, and rests her knee on top of my thigh.

It's innocent and sweet, but my body feels like it's about to explode.

Still, I can't help but run my fingers through her hair. It's so soft. That makes her shiver as well, so she scoots even closer to me, absorbing my heat. It's all innocent for about ten minutes, but then she starts to play with the hairs along my happy trail. It's leaving me hot, bothered, and breathless.

"Are you sure your okay?" She mumbles, shifting so she can look at me. I frown in question. "I thought the mating season stuff was supposed to affect you guys for the whole weekend."

"It does, yeah."

She raises an eyebrow. "You seem okay though."

"I'm fine." I force a smile, not wanting her to worry.

She doesn't let it go. "So it's not that intense?"

I chew on my lip trying to think of how to answer. "It..is." I say carefully. "I can control myself though."

She seems even more confused. "But-"

"I've taken care of myself plenty times already, but every time I do it's like the effects get worse. It's an intense feeling and it won't go away, but I can still control myself." I don't want her to worry that I'll try to push her to do anything. "If I was out of control I wouldn't have you stay here, but I'm still in control of myself. I'm just.."

"Horny." Her lips curls. I nod meekly. "So every time you cum you're just as horny?"

"More." I feel my face get hot. Gwen has known me my whole life and I've spent most of it pining for her. I've always been her friends little brother, it feels so wrong to be talking with her like this. "More horny, more sensitive. It's not fun."

That seems to get her to falter, but she seems intrigued. "Sensitive?" She smirks a little.

I groan, throwing my head back. "This is humiliating."

"You don't have to be embarrassed around me." She says slyly, her fingers still petting at my lower stomach. My insides twist with need.

I shake my head. "You're the only person I feel embarrassed around." I correct. "I'm always making myself look like an idiot in front of you."

She makes a face. "I showed up yesterday high on blood loss." She snorts.

I grin at that. "Which is deeply terrifying. No I mean I really always make myself look do dumb in front of you, I've done it for years. You just make me feel nervous, shy even."

"I've known you since we were babies-"

"Yeah and I was the dorkiest kid ever." She laughs at that, agreeing a bit.

"You were so cute. You had that gap in your front teeth and you'd always wear the baggiest clothes. You were always so sweet to everyone." She gushes. "Remember when you'd get mad at Leah for not letting you play doctor with us?"

I throw my head back with a whine, covering my phone. "Don't remind me!" She just giggles harder at that. "I had a crush, I was persistent."

"Remember when we would all kiss our stuffed animal's to practice when we were like nine?"

I drop my hands in my lap, smirking a little. "How'd my practice work out?" I tease, poking at her arm. I can't believe I just asked her that. She just established she wants all of this to stop, and yet I can't help but flirt with her.

Her teeth brush over her lip as she smiles widely at me, looking a little devious. "Clearly you put in the work all those years, it paid off." Her hand rubs up my chest ever so gently as the sultry words spill from her lips.

All I can do is stare at her, admiring her natural beauty. The way her hair falls into her face. The way her eyes are a bit hooded, from what, I don't quite know. Her skin is so soft, I just want to touch her, but I don't want to ruin this.

Her pink tongue darts out, running over her bottom lip, enticing me. My own lips seem to tingle in response, wanting to press them to hers. "I wish I never fucked up that day." I start, licking my own lips. I watch her eyebrows string together. "I know I embarrassed you. I'm inexperienced and it's not what you're looking for, I get that-"

"Seth." She stops me in my tracks. I struggle to meet her eyes, but I watch her shake her head. "You did not fuck up that day and that's absolutely not the reason why I called things off." She huffs out a breath.

"I-"

"Let me explain." She gives me a stern look and I shut up, letting her talk. "You're the first guy who's ever made me cum. I find you incredibly sexy and I would love to continue what we were doing, trust me. I called things off because you are going to imprint someday soon and it would crush me to have gotten more attached to you, only for you to leave me for someone else." Her words are slow, allowing me to digest them. "If you weren't a wolf there would be no hesitation for me to sleep with you. It's taken a lot for me to not move things along today alone considering you've been hard the whole morning and we're talking about how sensitive you are."

Both of us share a red hot blush at the topic at hand. She wishes we could? Does that mean she has feeling for me? Does she want to date me?

"I had a talk with Leah and I think it's for the best that we don't have sex..even if I want to, badly." She gives me a sort of pained smile.

Leah? She told Gwen she shouldn't sleep with me? Leah knows how much I like Gwen, how I always have.

"Badly?" I find myself saying, my lips curling a little bit, even if my heart sinks.

She makes a face, her fingernail now scratching down my stomach. My muscles seems to contract beneath the touch. Swallowing thickly, I watch it claw down to my waistband. I don't breathe as her finger runs along the band, dipping under just slightly.

I didn't even notice she leaned into me until her lips press against my ear, just slightly. "Badly." There's heavy suggestion in her tone.

Despite how pathetic it looks I shudder under her word, letting out a struggled breath. "Especially when your dick was pressed into me all night. And it can't help but be on my mind when you keep touching yourself in the other room, so close to where I am." Her breath tickles my ear so deliciously it's all I can seem to think about.

Her relentless finger continues to leisurely stroke across the top of my pants, teasing me. When I catch my breath I stare down at the finger as I say "I heard you touching yourself in the bathroom." I want it to come out sexy, but it's breathless and choppy.

Her finger pauses for only a second, and then her hand presses into my stomach, smoothing it up and down my chest.

"I had my hand in between my legs when you knocked on the door." Her pinky finger runs over my nipple, teasing me. "I pictured you walking in and helping me, I couldn't get the tension to go away by myself." Her teeth scrape my ear, which has my fists digging into the comforter beside me.

Her hand goes souther and souther until she brushes over my hip, down my thigh. Her hand then rises back up, finding its way within my pant leg. She rubs my inner thigh with her nails, up and down. So taunting. So evil.

My cock is twitching relentlessly just a few inches from her hand. I can feel precum dribbling already as my stomach goes hot and tight.

"I haven't been able to cum quite the way you made me." She brushed against my earlobe. "But what has my attention the most is my curiosity over what your face looked like buried between my thighs while you came with your mouth on me. If there's a next time I'd want to watch you."

If.

I want to growl at the teasing. My cock is so sensitive, the scratching at my boxer is driving me crazy. I can't help but lift my hips, desperately wanting pressure. Gwen only puts weight in her grip, as if to keep me bound to the mattress.

"What made me cum that day." I begin, panting out. "Was the way your pussy kept tightening on my fingers, like it wanted me to stay inside of you." Its her turn to turn breathless against my ear, but it only works me up further. "Then I pictured how tight you'd be around my cock."

Her light whimpered moan in my ear sends my cock twitching again. I can't stop myself as my hand finds its way to my bulge, gripping my cock in my fist.

"Let me watch." She begs in a husky voice, her other hand wrapping around me, her nails running along the back of my neck. "Please."

I squeeze myself again before I pull back my boxers, letting my cock spring to life. It's reddened and the tip has a dribble of precum. Her breath becomes choppy in my ear as I run my thumb along the base to the tip.

She's never seen my dick before, but her irregular heart beat makes me think she likes it. Normally, without the mating season affects, I'd be incredibly shy about this. I just have no time to think, all that's on my mind is getting to cum again, and Gwen.

We both moan at the same time as my fist wraps around my cock, giving myself a hearty squeeze. With one stroke I realize how fast this show is going to be over. In just a minute I might find myself humiliated all over again.

Painfully slow and gently, I run my fist up and down my cock, trying to resist the sensation.

She watches in silence until her touch is gone. I think she's going to walk out for a moment before I watch her scoot in my line of vision beside my thighs, facing me. She tugs off her panties and then teasingly lifts up my shirt on her, revealing her pussy. Even from the distance I can see it shining with slickness.

Her hand snakes down her body suggestively before she finds that spot between her thighs. I watch her fingers run from her entrance to her clit, circling the little bud. My pulse goes wild as I drop my fist from my cock, feeling the sudden closeness to finishing all too fast. Right as my cock is away from my fist it trembles, needing to cum. We both watch this.

"Take the edge off." She instructs me. "I want to watch twice." I moan.

Holy fuck.

I can't deny myself another second. I wrap my fist around my cock, and in just a few tight strokes my abs are tightening. She's watching my face for a moment til her eyes widen at the sight of my cock. I can't help the whimpers and groans that fall out of my throat at the sensation. The orgasm is so strong it's nearly unbearable. I can't imagine the strength of the next orgasm.

I'm panting as I gently clean myself up on a towel before tossing it to the floor and carefully touching my cock again. It's so sensitive it nearly hurts, but it's so hard and needy.

Gwen's panting excites me as I look to where her hand rubs wildly at her clit. The sound of her slickness fills the room. It's a tough call at what I should focus on, her hand or her face. But when my eyes land on her face it's nearly my undoing all over again. Gwen's lips are parting as moans of pleasure escape them. Her eyes are planted on my cock and her cheeks are red hot.

My fist is racing up and down my cock, not minding the slight pain. It only thrills me further. "You look so sexy cumming." She pants, pushing a finger inside of her while still playing with her clit. "Oh!" She cries as she enters another finger.

She struggles to keep up with her clit too, but she looks so incredibly sexy like this. "How wet are you?" I husk, barely recognizing my voice.

She whimpers at my words, the sound of her slickness answering for her. "I've been wet since last night." Her tongue licks over her lips. "I want to be the first girl to have her mouth on your cock." Her hand lifts from her clit, playing with her nipples.

I grind my teeth as my abs tighten again. "First and last." I finalize it. She moans deeply at that, pinching her nipple, bucking into her own hand. "Is your pussy clenching up yet?"

She nods desperately, "Yes, I'm so close."

My fist has focused on my tip now, making sweat rise up on my skin. I'm so fucking close too. Her hand drops back down to her clit and the noise that erupts from her throat at that touch is what sends me over the edge.

My body goes hot and my cock goes painfully sensitive as cum starts spurting out of me. I pant, moan, and whine as I finish. I never take my eyes off her face, but her eyes stay planted on my cock.

When I grow too sensitive to even touch I drop my cock from my fist but it stays harder than ever.

My eyes focus on Gwen's hands now, which have gone sloppy with movement. She seems to be struggling to use both hands on herself. I inch my hand forward, dying to help her finish. She moans, releasing her fingers from inside her pussy, bucking up toward my hand.

Two of my fingers run along her entrance, but she doesn't hesitate to sink down on them. Her tightness engulfs me, causing us to moan at the same time. Slowly I start to thrust in and nearly out, gaining speed every few seconds but it's not what she wants.

She pushes her hips down until my hand is pinned to the bed. She placing a firm hand on my bicep as she begins riding my hand. She goes from bouncing, to grinding, and back to bouncing again. She's lost in the pleasure of it, staring down at where my fingers are buried inside her.

"Oh god." She cries out, picking up speed. "You feel so good inside me, Seth." She shudders before her neck tilts back and shes moaning, her pussy clenching around me.

I groan, fisting my cock again before letting go instantly as it aches to touch.

I'm blindsides when her lips press against mine in a heated, desperate kiss. I knot my free hand in her hair, searching for her tongue.

Her pussy begins to flutter again and I'm about to start thrusting inside her again, when she pushes off my fingers and climbs into my lap. Our lips do not separate for a second as her slick pussy presses firmly against my bare cock.

I groan at sensation and sudden attention my cock gets. I wrap my free arm around her, firmly grabbing at her ass. It seems to drive her a little wild as her hips start thrusting back and forth, running her pussy against me.

She pants against my lips as she continues. I help move her up and down faster, finding my own orgasm begin to scratch at the surface. "I wonder how good it would feel, ah! Fuck. To have you cum inside of me." She pants against my lips. I try to kiss her again, but her lips part in a moan. Instead I find her neck, licking and biting. "Fuck, Seth!"

"You're so fucking wet." I groan against her slick skin. "It would be so easy to sink my cock inside you, let you feel me trembling inside your tight pussy." I husk. "God baby, I have to feel you cum with me inside you again, I can't take it."

Thats the only warning she gets before she's flipped on her back, careful of her wounds. She squeals with pleasure at the change of position. My fingers find her entrance within an instant, and I can't help but groan at the tightness.

I disregard my own orgasms as I thrust in and out, my mouth now finding her ear. "I belong inside you. Your pussy loves my fingers so much, wait until my cocks inside you." She clings to me desperately, her legs trembling more as I speak. My thumb rubs against her clit which has her squirming beneath me.

She looks perfect like this.

Her hand finds my cock and squeezes the tip, running up and down the sensitive area. I can't catch my breath as I pant madly in her ear, not containing the whimpers that bubble in my throat. "When I can properly be tossed around again." She pants, I groan at the idea of it. "We're going to try out every fantasy you've had of us, and then some of mine."

That does it. For both of us.

I shutter and tremble above her, while she cries out and quacks beneath me. Her pussy squeezes my fingers as aftershocks roll through her.