Chapter 5
Hope lets her eyes flutter open, then immediately snaps them shut once again, blinded by the bright sun pouring through her window. Slowly, she opens them again, glancing at the clock on her bedside table. It’s almost 7, and they still need to get ready for school.
Briefly, she considered just letting Maya sleep in. She had had a hard night, she deserved to get some rest. And Hope didn’t want to stop cuddling her, anyways.
Maya had an arm slung loosely around her waist, her face buried in the crook of Hope’s neck and a leg tangled in her own. She looked so small, so sweet. Hope could watch her sleep for forever.
She brushed a stray lock of hair out of the sleeping girl’s face, tucking it behind her ear gently. She stirred slightly, making a small, whiny noise, her face contorting into a pout.
God, why did she love that pouty face so much?
“Good morning.” Hope whispered, a smile creeping onto her face.
“Hi.” Maya finally opened her eyes and lifted her head a bit so she could face Hope. Her hair was messy and her face was bloated from sleep, her eyes still not fully open. Hope thought that she was nothing short of stunning.
“We’ve gotta head to school soon.” She reminded the sleepy girl, her voice taking on a soft, airy quality. “How are you feeling?” Maya just groaned in response, rolling partially onto Hope and burying her face in her neck once again.
“I do NOT want to deal with school right now.” The girl’s breath was hot on her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
“I would much rather stay in bed with you.” She added. Hope could feel the girl’s lips unintentionally ghosting the skin of her neck as she talked. Her eyes fell closed, her head involuntarily tilting back, almost arching up into her. She prayed that the other girl couldn’t feel her racing heart, but considering their current position, she doubted that she had any such luck.
“I…um…” She stuttered. Get it together, Hope.
“I could ask Dr. Saltzman for permission to skip today. He’d probably say yes.” She suggested, willing her voice not to betray just how affected she was by Maya’s closeness.
Maya hummed in agreement, the vibrations traveling easily to the sensitive skin of Hope’s neck. She nearly choked on her air at the feeling, and sat up quickly to try to avoid any further chances to embarrass herself in front of Maya.
“I’ll go ask!” She nearly ran out of the room in her panic.
She found her principal sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and poring over some supernatural monster index.
“Maya’s in the house, you know that, right?” She remarked, giving a pointed look at his book.
“Good morning to you too, Hope.” He drawled sarcastically. She ignored him.
“So, Dr. Saltzman…” She began, not quite sure of the proper way to ask your principal for permission to ditch school.
“You can call me Ric.” He interjected, his nose wrinkling slightly in distaste. “I hate being called Dr. Saltzman, to be honest. Makes me feel old.”
“Okay, Ric.” Despite how much he had treated her like an adult over the past few years, it still felt weird to call him by his first name.
“So, as you know, Maya had a really rough night.” Hope began, as emphatically as possible. “And my life hasn’t been a cake walk this week either.”
Ric raised an eyebrow at her. “What do you want, Hope?”
“Fine.” She sighed. “Can Maya and I take the day off of school? Please?” He pondered that for a moment, then turned back to her.
“I’m okay with that. I think the two of you deserve a break.” He agreed.
“Thank you SO much.” Hope turned and ran back up the stairs. “See you later!”
“Bye!” Ric chuckled to himself.
The girls spent the morning cuddled in bed watching Netflix. They were halfway through the movie when Hope’s stomach started to growl a bit too loudly to be ignored.
“Do you want lunch?” She asked the dark-haired girl.
*
Maya dashes up to Hope, grinning like a giddy little kid, holding something behind her back that Hope couldn’t quite see.
“I have an idea!” Maya proclaimed. Hope couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face at the girl’s unbridled excitement.
“What’s your idea?” She asked, trying to match her enthusiasm. Maya pulled a box of cupcake mix out from behind her back and held it out for Hope to see.
“Cupcakes?” Hope asked. Maya just smiled wider in response.
Ric’s kitchen was still completely unfamiliar to her, so she found herself rifling through every single drawer and cabinet in search of measuring cups and mixing bowls. She finally managed to gather everything she needed while Maya just stood there and watched, entirely unhelpfully.
She got to work setting out the ingredients, pulling the bag of cupcake mix out of its box, when she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist from behind, a chin slotting itself over her shoulder. Her breath caught, and oh god, was Maya preheating the oven or something? The room just got ten times hotter.
Apparently, she squeezed the bag in her hands a bit too hard, because before she could even comprehend what was happening, a giant cloud of cupcake mix erupted into her face.
She could hear Maya dying of laughter behind her and spun around in her arms, still dusted in a thin layer of the powdery mix.
“This is your fault!” Hope exclaimed with no real malice, then promptly tossed a handful of the mix into Maya’s face as well.
The girl stood frozen for a moment, flour-covered eyes glued shut and mouth hanging wide open, slowly morphing into a devilish smile.
“Oh, it’s on!” Maya replied in mock indignation, grabbing the bag of cupcake mix from behind Hope and flinging the remainder of it’s contents onto her.
Hope had already dipped a hand into the tub of frosting they had planned to decorate their desserts with later, and smeared a generous amount down Maya’s face. The frosting-laden girl stood frozen to her spot for a moment, before wiping her eyes quickly and lunging for the sink behind her. She grabbed the sprayer and aimed it at Hope, showering her with freezing cold tap water, but not before the auburn-haired girl could launch an egg directly into her chest. Hope tried to block the water with her hands to no avail, so she ran to the dark-haired girl, grabbing the sprayer and quickly turning it on her.
Maya let out a small shriek at the ice-cold water that was now thoroughly soaking her clothing. “Okay, okay, okay, okay, truce, truce, truce! Please, Hope!” She squealed at the smaller girl.
Hope relented, dropping the sprayer and leaving it to dangle by its hose from the edge of the sink, and the girls’ heavy breathing was finally interrupted by uncontrollable giggles as they took each other in.
Maya looked like a wet puppy. A wet puppy with a faceful of frosting and bits of eggshell clinging to the front of her shirt.
Hope hadn’t fared much better. The water had combined with the cupcake mix that coated Hope’s clothing, creating a cold, slimy mixture that she was more than ready to rid herself of.
“I need a shower.” Hope remarked, her nose crinkling in disgust.”
“Can I join?” Maya asked, a teasing lilt in her voice. Hope’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, her mouth opening and closing uselessly.
“Relax, it was a joke.” Maya assured her, her smirk not concealed whatsoever.
“Oh. Right.” Shit, was she really being that obvious? Maybe she had been too touchy with Maya. Maybe she had noticed all of her staring. Oh god, Maya probably thought she was some kind of creep. Tone it the fuck down, Hope.
*
’Toning it down’ lasted a grand total of 10 minutes. The girls had taken (separate) showers, Maya using the one in the guest bathroom.
She had dressed herself in the same outfit she had worn 2 days prior, and was in the process of toweling her hair off when she heard a voice behind her.
“Hope?”
She turns to find Maya in her doorway, wrapped in a towel. Only a towel. She gulps audibly, her eyes following a drop of water that was trailing down the girl’s neck, across the expanse of tanned skin that peeked out above her towel before sliding down the valley of her-
“Hope?” Maya repeated, the same smirk gracing her face once again.
“I just need clothes.” I forgot to ask you for some.
“Oh, uh. Yeah. Clothes. You need clothes. Um.” Hope mumbled, tripping over her broken words. Get it together, Hope! Stop acting like an idiot!
“I don’t have clothes.” Hope blurted out, unhelpfully. Maya just raised an eyebrow in response.
“I mean, since I moved. I don’t really have any clothes. I’m wearing what I wore to school a few days ago.” She explained, starting to regain her ability to talk like a normal person.
“Sounds like we need to go shopping.”
*
It took a bit of convincing; Hope had never been big on clothes shopping with friends (Or clothes shopping at all. Or having friends, for that matter), but she needed clothes regardless.
She, begrudgingly, allowed Maya to dress her up in whatever she wanted. As much as she hated feeling like a living mannequin, she decided that Maya’s constant stream of complements made the activity worth it.
“You have a really nice figure.” Maya commented once after zipping up a mini-dress that she had all but forced Hope into. She brushed her fingertips along the auburn-haired girl’s waist, as if to emphasize her point, making Hope’s breath hitch and sending a shiver down her spine.
“This would look amazing on you.” Maya boldly remarked another time, holding up a black lingerie set. She smiled triumphantly when the tribrid’s face flushed a deep crimson, leaving her speechless for what felt like hours.
Was Maya picturing her in lingerie? The thought alone made her head spin.
She ended up buying it, but definitely not because of what Maya said. She just needed more underwear.
“Oh my god, you have abs.” Said Maya in yet another store, after convincing Hope to try on a cute cropped sweatshirt. It was the only time the auburn-haired girl had ever seen her cool, calm demeanor falter (with the exception of their conversation the night before), the only hint that the other girl had given her to suggest that she might be as affected by Hope as Hope was by her.
The dark-haired girl had zoned out completely, her eyes fixed on Hope’s toned stomach. She raised her hand a bit, as if she was going to reach out and touch the enthralling six-pack before her, but dropped it just as quickly.
Her oh-so-obvious reaction gave Hope a small boost of confidence; Just enough to catch Maya’s wrist and place her hand just above her navel.
She felt cool fingers flex against her stomach, a small gasp escaping her mouth before she could even attempt to stop it.
The tension in the room was thick; Maya’s hand was halfway up her shirt and both girls were completely frozen, silent; The only sound was their shaky, uneven breathing.
“Do you girls need help with anything?” A sales rep called through the door, snapping the girls out of their stupor. Maya jumped back, getting her head on straight enough to call back, “No, we’re all good in here, thanks!”
They grabbed the clothing they had tried on and hurried out of the dressing room in complete silence.
Needless to say, Hope bought that sweatshirt too.
After all of their shopping was complete, the girls found their way to the food court. In the midst of everything that had happened that day, they had completely forgotten to eat.
They found a small table on the edge of a coffee shop, and ate in awkward, vaguely tense silence.
Hope couldn’t help but think that something had shifted between them, couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened had the sales lady not interrupted them.
Would Maya have kissed her? Would she have slipped her hands further up Hope’s shirt, or downwards, touching her where she wanted her, needed her the most? Heat pooled in her abdomen at the mere thought.
She shifted uncomfortably, crossing her legs tightly, stealing a glance at the girl across from her. Maya’s phone was held in front of her face, but her thoughts were apparently elsewhere as well, because when Hope looked up, she caught her eyes for the briefest moment, before the dark-haired girl averted her eyes back towards the screen.
She heard the other girl clear her throat softly. “Um, Hope?” She asked, her voice far more timid than the tribrid had ever known it to be.
“Yeah?”
“Um, there’s this party tonight, it’s kind of a tradition to throw one after Stallions-Timberwolves games, and, um…” Maya finally raised her eyes to meet Hope’s. “I was wondering if you’d want to come with me?”
“Mmhm!” Hope managed, nodding her head so enthusiastically that it was borderline aggressive, barely managing to contain the huge grin that threatened to appear on her face.
What the hell was this girl doing to her? There wasn’t a day in Hope’s life where she hadn’t flat-out refused any and all party invitations thrown her way. Hope Mikaelson did not party.
And yet, here she was, grinning like an idiot, jumping at the chance to fraternize with a bunch of drunk, horny teenagers.
All for Maya.
*
The girls hurried home, eager to get ready for the party.
Hope kept it casual, pulling on a pair of black athletic shorts and the new cropped hoodie that Maya had loved so much, while Maya donned a much nicer white halter top paired with a pastel pink skirt that showed off a breathtaking amount of smooth, tan skin.
Maya made quick work of flat-ironing her hair, while Hope just let hers fall in its natural waves, opting to start on her makeup instead.
“How do I look?” She asked the dark-haired girl, once she had put the finishing touches on her makeup. She felt her face burn as Maya’s eyes raked up and down her body, beholding her as if she were a precious work of art, not some teenager looking to get wasted.
Without a word, Maya reached into her makeup bag, pulling out her eyeliner and holding it up to the auburn-haired girl with a questioning look.
“Go for it.” Hope responded. Maya stepped cautiously, respectfully into her space, placing a crooked finger underneath her chin to keep her face steady.
As the other girl painted thin dark lines along her lashes, Hope thought back to the day they met, how Maya so carefully did her eyeliner, just as she’s doing now, and how she so completely overwhelmed Hope’s senses, just as she currently was.
“Done.” Maya all but whispered, retracting her hands slowly from Hope’s face and laced their fingers together. “You look perfect.”
Hope ducked her head, grinning bashfully, a light blush tinting her cheeks. “You do too.”
The girls held each other’s gaze for a moment, slipping back into the same trance they had found themselves in in the dressing room.
Hope felt the air become thicker, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. It would be so easy, she thought, to take just a single step forward, to press her lips to Maya’s own, to devour her like she was destined to do nothing else.
But besides Ric, Hope didn’t really have anybody but Maya. She shouldn’t kiss her, couldn’t kiss her. The people she loved had a tendency to die on her, and if she lost Maya after everything that had happened in the past few months…well, she just might break.
Hope cleared her throat, ending the moment abruptly. It’s for the best, right?
“Come with me.” She led the dark-haired girl by their already-joined hands down the stairs and to the cabinet in the living room, where she knew Ric kept his endless supply of liquor.
“I think I’m gonna lose my mind if I show up to this party sober. You down for some pre-gaming?” Hope asked, revealing the wide variety of drinks before them.
“Always.”
Hope decided on a bottle of vodka that was tucked away on the bottom shelf, in hopes that it was one Ric wouldn’t pay any attention to, at least not enough to notice some missing. She poured them two shots each, enough to at least get Maya tipsy. Stupid tribrid blood.
They downed them without issue; Maya had always been a bit of a party girl and Hope took after Ric a bit more than she might like to admit when it came to drowning sorrows in alcohol.
“Be right back.” Hope held up a finger, signaling to Maya to stay put. She rounded the corner, and the moment she was out of sight she raised the bottle to her lips, chugging no less than half of it. Even with her vampire lineage, that should be plenty to at least take the edge off.
“Okay, let’s go!”
*
“You didn’t tell me they would be here.” The tipsy tribrid borderline growled, gesturing at the hordes of drunken Salvatore boys roaming the house.
“Hope, what part of Stallions-Timberwolves football party did you not understand?” The other girl joked. “Relaaaaaxxxxx.” She jabbed at the tribrid’s arm playfully. “Let’s go get a beer.”
Maya dragged her unceremoniously through the house, weaving in and out of ‘dancing’ couples and stumbling, obnoxious fuckboys until they reached the kitchen.
A beer was offered to her, which she gladly accepted, while Maya took one for herself as well.
They wandered back towards the direction of the living room, Maya wandering off to greet a group of friends and Hope finding a small pocket of space where she could lean against the wall, sipping her beer and taking in the sights around her.
It’s not like this was her first party ever, she wasn’t a total loner. She had been to plenty of birthday parties in her middle school days.
And, okay, maybe this was a bit different, maybe Hope didn’t quite know what to do with herself. Maybe the almighty tribrid was feeling a little overwhelmed and more than a little insecure, lurking in the corner like some kind of clueless idiot.
A stumbling Maya made her way towards her, no longer holding her beer, so Hope could only assume that she had already finished it.
“Loosen upppp.” The other girl slurred slightly, grabbing Hope’s hands and swinging them to the beat of the blasting music that surrounded them. “Come onnnn, dance with me, baby.”
Hope brought her bottle to her face to conceal her flusterment, finishing her drink off quickly.
Hope Mikaelson did not dance while sober.
Maya dragged her by the hand to where the other couples were dancing, Hope abandoning her empty beer on a random side table.
She could feel the alcohol starting to take effect, a wave of warmth spreading throughout her body. Just enough of a buzz that when Maya threw Hope’s arms around her neck and planted her hands on Hope’s hips, she just went along with it, giggling and pulling her closer, following the other girl as she moved to the beat of the music.
Just enough of a buzz that when Maya spun her around, snaking her arms around Hope’s waist and laying her hands flat against her exposed abs, she didn’t panic, just placed her hands on top of Maya’s and started grinding back into her.
Just enough of a buzz that, when she locked eyes with Josie Saltzman of all people, she barely even faltered, just guided the other girl’s hands downward, trailing them back up her inner thighs, focusing solely on the feeling of Maya’s breath, coming out in short, little pants, felt and sounded so incredibly hot right against her ear, rather than the scent of the siphoner, which, somehow, she could still pick out amongst everything else.
Fucking werewolf senses.
*
Oh my god, what was it with those two and being so fucking horny in public?
Seriously, it was disgusting.
And where the hell was Landon? He had been standing right behind her a second ago.
“Here, babe, I got you a drink.” The curly-haired boy was walking towards her, two red cups in hand. Josie grabbed them both, knocking them back as quickly as possible. She needed to get the horrific images of Hope and Maya defiling each other on the dance floor out of her head before she puked.
“Uh, Jo? Everything okay?” A hesitant Landon asked. She stared him down, venom in her eyes, giving a sharp, “I’m FINE” through gritted teeth.
“Really? Because when I came back, you stole my drink. And you looked like you were about to cry-“
“I said, I’m FINE!” Josie growled, grabbing the hand that Landon had placed on her arm and throwing it off of her, crossing her arms fiercely and turning to face away from him, pouting in the other direction.
Of course, that’s where those two stupid sluts were “dancing”, so Josie ended up with an eyeful of that instead.
Fuck this stupid party.
She shoved Landon down onto a nearby couch, straddling him unceremoniously, then fisted her hands into his shirt and kissed him. Hard.
Her blood was boiling. She felt like she couldn’t even fucking breathe. She thrust her hands into Landon’s chest, knocking him away as abruptly as she had pulled him in.
“Why do people think they can just be all over each other like that in public?” She exclaimed in a high-pitched, annoyed tone. Landon’s face contorted in confusion.
“Uh, I’m sorry, Jo. But you were the one who kissed me-“
“Shut up, not you.” She turned to throw an icy glare behind her. “Them.”
Landon followed her gaze, his eyes falling Maya and Hope.
“Don’t look at her!” Josie hissed, shifting in her position on his lap to create a barrier between him and Hope. Landon’s eyes widened, raising his hands in surrender.
“I didn’t…I-I wasn’t…”
Josie cut him off by crashing their lips together once again, rolling her hips down into his.
Her mind wandered to the way she had seen Hope touching Maya: Soft, gentle, almost reverent. Landon could take a page or two out of her book.
He was such a terrible kisser. His tongue drifted around her mouth limply, his lips were dry and cracked, and the way he pawed at her hips just felt repulsive.
Once again, she broke the kiss suddenly, shoving him backwards by the shoulders.
Landon would be so much more attractive with blue eyes. Blue eyes and lighter hair. Not blonde, though, she couldn’t date someone that looked that much like Lizzie. Maybe like a light reddish-brown; That color goes so well with blue eyes. Everyone with red hair and blue eyes was gorgeous, in Josie’s opinion.
Well, almost everyone, that is.
Hope probably thought that she was sooooooo attractive. She probably just expected to have guys and girls falling all over her constantly, since she always looked so fucking flawless.
Josie was sick of it.
She slipped a hand around the back of Landon’s neck, hoping that she could hide the brief red glow of her hand from sight that way.
“Jo, are you siphoning me?” He hissed, glancing around to make sure nobody could tell what was going on.
She ignored him.
“Jo, what are you doing?” He tried again, placing a hand on her arm. She sent him a silent glare, apparently one fierce enough to shut him up.
She set her sights on the cup that Maya was handing Hope, muttering a quick, “Evomo” under her breath, sitting back, and watching chaos ensue.
*
“What the fuck?” Maya screeched, as the drink she had just handed Hope exploded, soaking the tribrid from the waist up.
Drinks don’t just explode on their own. And there was only one witch within her line of sight.
Josie.
Josie, who was sitting in her boyfriend’s lap, arms crossed triumphantly and a satisfied smirk painted on her lips.
They locked eyes for the briefest of moments, Hope searching and scanning Josie’s face for the tiniest shred of remorse or regret or anything.
But the brunette never faltered. Not even for a moment. When Hope looked into her eyes, she saw nothing but darkness.
And she didn’t know why, she didn’t know how, but the Josie she had fallen in love with was gone.
“Come on.” She heard Maya mutter under her breath, tugging on her hand. She dragged her down the hall to the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind them.
“What the hell just happened with your drink?” Maya asked, guiding Hope to sit on the sink and tossing her purse onto the counter next to her.
“No clue.” Hope lied, a pang of sadness hitting deep in her chest.
A pang that was quickly replaced with a swarm of extremely overactive butterflies when she noticed Maya toying with the hem of her soaked shirt, seeking silent permission to take it off.
Hope was damp and sticky and this whole situation was objectively un-sexy, but her hormonal teenage brain didn’t seem to get that message.
Maya, on the other hand, seemed rather unaffected by the prospect of taking the tribrid’s shirt off. That is, until…
“Is that the lingerie I told you to buy today?” The dark-haired girl gulped audibly, her eyes trained on Hope’s chest.
“Like what you see?” The tribrid replied in the smoothest, most casual voice she could manage, cocking a single eyebrow upwards.
Maya just cleared her throat and chuckled slightly, placing a hand absently on Hope’s thigh as she reached past her for her purse, pulling out a small pack of makeup wipes.
One hand made its way up to the tribrid’s waist as she began to clean the streaks of black makeup off of her face with the other. She was acutely aware of their close proximity, the way she could see every single wrinkle of concentration that had appeared on Maya’s face as she tried to scrub off her waterproof eyeliner, the puffs of Maya’s breath hot against her lips.
Josie hated her. Not only did she not remember her, she hated her. The girl she loved hated her.
You know, as much as she had tried to convince herself that she needed to leave Mystic Falls, she knew that she couldn’t have gone through with it.
No matter what she had tried to tell herself, she wanted to stay. She wanted to stay because she was holding on to the tiniest bit of hope, hope that Josie would remember her.
Or maybe she didn’t even need all her memories of Hope, maybe she would just fall in love with Hope all over again. Because if Josie had loved her before, why wouldn’t she love her now?
Maybe Josie hadn’t loved her. Maybe it was just a misplaced childhood crush, overshadowed by Josie’s resentment towards her for stealing her father and provoking Lizzie and whatever else she had fucked up with Josie over the years.
Because she had fucked up so many times with Josie.
She didn’t deserve her. She was crazy to think that she might.
Landon was good for her. Landon would give her all the love she deserves, and he wouldn’t screw everything up like she would.
For the first time in her life, Hope understood what people mean by, “If you love her let her go.”
It was time to let Josie go.
It was time to move on.
“Maya?”
The girl locked eyes with her in response, her persistent scrubbing coming to a halt.
“Are you still drunk?”
“No.” She whispered, still holding the unmoving makeup wipe against Hope’s face.
Silence.
“Are you?”
“No.” Hope responded, her whisper even quieter than Maya’s.
“Good.”
“Yeah. Good.”
Hope had never kissed a girl before. She hadn’t given it much thought, but she had never really considered that it might be any different from kissing a boy.
She’d never particularly liked kissing, never been fond of the feeling of rough lips against hers, using a little too much tongue and leaving a little too much slobber for her taste.
Kissing had always felt like the last class of a long week, impossible to be mentally present when all you can do is wonder when it will be over, when you can move on to things that you actually enjoy.
But when Maya brushed her lips against hers, feather-light and impossibly slow, it sent shockwaves through her body, every single inch of her skin on fire. Despite having met Maya mere days ago, she feels like she’s been waiting years for this moment.
The dark-haired girl pulled back, barely an inch, locking eyes with Hope and once again asking for silent permission to proceed.
Hope’s hands found the back of her neck, crashing Maya’s lips against hers, breathing her in and devouring her lips with such passion and fervor that she may as well have been born to do nothing else.
She felt a skillful tongue swipe her bottom lip, practically begging for entrance, and couldn’t help the embarrassingly loud moan that escaped her in response.
She wrapped her legs around Maya, drawing her closer, while Maya planted her hands firmly on the tribrid’s ass, pulling her flush against her at the edge of the sink.
Hope was made painfully aware of just how thin the layer of lace covering her breasts was when Maya’s chest bumped her own, the shockingly pleasurable sensation it brought her leaving her gasping, inadvertently breaking the kiss.
The dark-haired girl wasted no time in connecting her lips to the underside of Hope’s jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone, her teeth scraping lightly at the skin there.
Her wolf nearly took over at the tiny sensation, Hope squeezing her eyes shut as tightly as she could, seeing gold against the back of her eyelids. She could barely contain the growl that threatened to escape her throat, barely suppress the need to take control of Maya, to dominate her.
She tightened her legs around the girl’s waist almost subconsciously, rocking forward in desperate search of some kind of friction.
Apparently Maya shared her urgency, because the kisses on her neck made their way up to her ear, the other girl teasing her earlobe with gentle teeth and lips.
“Wanna get out of here?”
“Fuck. Yes.” Hope gasped, the other girl stepping back, eyes darkened and panting heavily.
Hope saw gold once again and turned quickly to pull her shirt on in an effort to momentarily conceal her eyes (and, of course, her mostly bare upper half).
They nearly ran the few blocks back to Maya’s house, barely breaking stride as they burst through the front door.
This time, Hope didn’t even try to suppress her alpha instincts. She slammed into Maya, pressing her against the inside of the door, interlocking their fingers and pinning Maya’s hands by her head.
They hadn’t even kissed, and yet Hope’s chest was already heaving at the feeling of Maya’s body pressed against hers, their faces so close that their foreheads were almost touching.
Maya shifted forward to connect their lips, but Hope forced her back, a low growl forming in her throat.
She was in charge. She would be the one to kiss Maya, not the other way around.
The dark-haired girl leaned forward once again, dipping her head down to Hope’s neck, licking a long stripe up the column of her throat, and fuck, because, of course Maya would have no way of knowing it, but that is exactly how wolves submit to their Alpha.
And god, the idea of Maya submitting to her drove her absolutely crazy.
She was itching to touch, to feel, to claim her, and finally, nothing was stopping her.
She fisted her hands into Maya’s hair, crashing their lips together, leaving the other girl moaning helplessly into the kiss.
And Hope was desperate for more, desperate to make sure that Maya never stopped moaning like that.
She felt the press of cool fingers against her abs once again, scratching so hard it stung, making heat pool low in her abdomen.
She nearly tore Maya’s shirt from her body, the other girl doing the same to hers, and Hope was pressing herself back into Maya in an instant, slotting a knee between her legs and dragging the dark-haired girl against her thigh roughly, making her cry out in pleasure.
She let her head fall to Hope’s shoulder, breathless and panting as she began grinding down on Hope’s leg, her skirt riding up until she could feel the other girl’s wetness on her thigh.
This only spurred her on further, her lips connecting with the underside of Maya’s jaw, nipping and sucking every single inch she could reach.
She felt a trembling hand come up to cup her breast, swiping a thumb over her sensitive nipple through the thin black lace and sending a jolt of pleasure through her entire body that knocked her knee into Maya’s core. Hard.
“Fuck, Hope” The girl whimpered into her ear. “Fingers. Please.” She begged, her hips moving more and more erratically against Hope.
She gladly obliged, sliding her hand up the girl’s skirt and swiping her thumb against her clit through her panties, making Maya’s entire body jolt.
But Maya’s eyes shot open, shoving Hope off of her with a panicked expression on her face.
Apparently it wasn’t Hope’s doing at all. It was the front door being opened underneath them. Opened by a puzzled Sheriff Mac and a very amused Ethan.