You Can Run But...

Blake had eased the pressure that she was applying to James' chest but she continued despite the fact that he had told her to stop because she wanted to clean him off. She knew that he would feel better while relaxing and trying to rest if he was cleaned properly. When James moved away from her, Blake flinched, seeming to realize that hse should have reacted sooner. She hung her head, a frown deepening on her features as James snapped at her.

She hesitated for another moment before throwing herself to her feet, rushing into James' room to get a fresh pair of shorts. She thought they would be easier for James to put on rather than sweats or anything. Chewing on the inside of her lip, Blake returned to his side and held the shorts out to him.

Blake took a small step forward when James struggled to stand, trying to figure out whether she should offer to help or not. SHe had already upset him, she didn't want to make it worse but she didn't want to be useless either. Swallowing Blake settled on standing back and simply following him into the bathroom. A bowl of chicken soup rested beneath a cloche on James' night stand. Blake lingered by the foot of the bed before glancing toward the door. "I will leave you to rest, sir," Blake whispered, turning to leave the room.

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"No." James said sternly as Blake mentioned leaving. He pushed himself up in the bed, trying to get more into a sitting position. Though everything he did, he struggled with. After a few moments, James let out a sigh and eventually gave up on trying to really sit. "I want you to stay here with me. I want you to feed me, bring me a bottle of scotch and then stay the night with me. You are going to help me, and you are going to stay right by my side, do you understand?"

James knew that he sounded harsh, knew that he was not being as nice as he might want to. But, James was in pain and he wanted what he wanted and he wanted it immediately. He knew that having Blake around him would make him feel a little better, and having her there to help was something that he felt like he needed.

Once Blake said that he understood, James nodded and pointed to one of the chairs near them. "Then grab a chair and feed me. I can't eat this soup by myself."

Blake took another half step before she came to a stop when James spoke out. She hesitated for a moment before she turned toward him, frowning as she watched him struggle to even so much as sit up in bed. Giving a hurried nod of her head, Blake lingered in her spot even as James directed her toward one of the chairs in the room. She was a bit confused but ultimately, she knew that her confusion didn't really matter. If James wanted her here to help him, then that was what she was here for.

Pulling the chair up to James' side of the bed, Blake situated herself so that she could begin feeding James the soup. She kept her head lowered, staring into the bowl before scooping up another spoonful to offer to James.

"I had them make chicken noodle soup. The... the vegetables, and the meat, will be good for you to heal," Blake explained quietly. She never quite looked up to James, reminding herself that she was here to do whatever James asked of her. Nothing more, nothing less in the long run.

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"Thank you." James said softly as Blake started to feed him. He was quiet in between a couple of spoonfuls before whispering to her. "I do not mean to be a hard ass, I just need your help... And I don't want you to leave me." After everything that had happened that day, James did not want to suddenly start pushing Blake away with his sour mood. He knew that he was not being easy on her, but he also knew that he was struggling. Everything hurt and doing simple things were too much right now. But, luckily, werewolves healed much faster than humans. He should be able to at least get around tomorrow morning.

After a couple more spoonfuls, James turned his head away. "No more." He was not particularly hungry anymore. All the man really wanted to do was chug some liqour and head off to bed. A sigh came from James and he slowly sunk down into the bed. Today had not gone the way the he had planned.

Blake gave a hurried nod of her head when James thanked her, confused by the sentiment but she wasn't about to question James on it. It wasn't her right, even if she wanted to ask. She felt like James wouldn't be angry if she did but she didn't want to overstep the boundaries that were still in place, despite how close that they had grown. But she was left in complete stunned silence while James attempted to apologize. She blinked, her confusion more than evident as she dropped the spoon into the bowl of soup.

"You... you don't need to do that," Blake mumbled, sounding unsure of herself. Her heart was racing as she shifted around in her chair, chewing on the inside of her lip. She gave a small nod when James said he was finished. She set the tray of food out in the hallway before returning to James' side with a bottle of bourbon.

"Can I.. is it okay if I grab something a bit more comfortable for the night? I will only be a few minutes before I return."

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Once Blake came back, James reached over and grabbed the bottle from her hands. There was no need for a glass today. Especially since he just planned on chugging too much and passing out. The hangover would not be great but at least he would be out for the night while his body tried to heal itself.

"Yes, you may." James said. He didn't care if the girl got changed as long as she came back before he ended up falling asleep. Once Blake started to make her way out of the room, James spun open the top of the liquor and started to drink from it.

While wolves had a much higher tolerance for alcohol, James still needed to be careful that he didn't drink the whole damn thing alone. He chugged a good portion of the bottle before beginning to just take random gulps from it while he waited.

Blake nodded, thanking James quietly before she spun around on her heel and rushed out of his room. Heading back down to her room, Blake was quick to change into a pair of her pajamas. It was a simple tank top and a pair of pants, nothing spectacular. Chewing on the inside of her lip, Blake headed back toward James' room with her head lowered the whole way there.

Stepping back into James' room, Blake noted that the tray of dishes had disappeared. She moved over to James' side, taking a seat back into the chair she had last been sitting in. She didn't suspect that she should lay beside James, simply that she would be expected to wait by his side throughout the night in case James needed something from her.

Twisting her fingers in her lap, Blake glanced up for a moment. "Can I get you anything else or do you just want to relax for the rest of the evening, sir?" Blake kept her voice lowered, not wanting to disturb James too much.

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James let out a sigh as Blake sat down on the chair besides him. He took another long drink of the liqour before setting it down on the bedside table. With that, he reached over and grabbed onto Blake's arm, grabbing onto her a bit tighter and pulling her down on the bed on top of him. He let out a bit of a huff as she landed on top of him. The liqour was already going to his head, having made him think that it was a good idea.

"I need you to stop acting like that." James said as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Stop it." He said as he moved his face into her neck. James took a deep breath of her scent before letting out a satisfied sigh. Now this was much better. "Don't you get it you dumb girl? I want you near me. You are mine and I want you to act like it. Stop acting like a boring proper little slave when it's just us."

He took another deep breath of her scent before moving in closer. James took a light nibble on her neck before pressing a little kiss against her collarbone. "I protected you today and I want you."

When James simply sighed in response to her question, Blake opted to go quiet as she waited for whatever came next. She'd decided that once James had fallen asleep, she would do her best to get more comfortable before falling asleep herself. Not expecting James to reach toard her. Blake would have at least braced herself so that she wouldn't have fallen on top of him given all of his injuries but she hadn't been able to stop herself.

Opening her mouth to apologize, Blake was quick to shut it when James began to speak. She shifted her weight around for a moment so that she could ease off of him, instead cuddled into James' side. Her brows pulled together as James continued to speak, confusion sinking into her core as he all but demanded her to be less subservient. "I.. I don't..." she trailed off, unsure of what was even expected of her. She could handle her slave role a lot easier. She was to keep her head down and mouth shut while doing as she was told. That was simple.

Blake was a bit relieved when James declared his want for her because it was easy for her, she knew what James liked. She knew what made him gasp in a delicious sort of way, what made him shudder as she did her best to please him. Giving a short nod of her head, Blake sat up, shifting so that she could move onto his waist. Her movements were still slow, careful because she didn't want to poke any of his wounds.

"How do you want me, sir?" Blake's words came out breathless as she gave a small roll of her hips, her eyes roaming over his features. Lifting her hips just enough, Blake pushed her pants down her lips, sure that James would want this to be quick so he could rest.

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James let out a bit of a low groan from his chest. He wanted Blake in so many different ways. And, if he were honest, he wanted her roughly. Wanted to pin her down and fuck her silly. To spank her, and make her skin a bright beautiful red. Though it was not going to be possible tonight. Even in this drunken state, James knew that he was not going to be able to do anything remote to that. Though his mind was going to be full of ways to do it when he was a bit better.

"On top of me." James said with a bit of a groan. Normally he did not like his woman on top, but with his state, he needed her to do all of the work. Slowly, he turned over on his back more so, groaning out as he grinded his hips back into hers. His hands moved down to her hips, pulling her pants down more on her body. "Just fuck me"

His lips continued down her body, now pressing kisses against her chest and on her breasts. His fingers pressed into her skin before moving up her body, beginning to pull her shirt off to get more of a look at her gorgeous body. Once her shirt was off, his hands moved up to her hair, pulling her head back a bit roughly as he did so before biting at her neck again.

Blake kept herself steady as James shifted beneath her, causing a shudder to run down her spine. She exhaled slowly, letting her own desires take over a bit more. Normally she was far more focused on what James wanted and what would make him feel good but he had said for her to loosen up a bit and she thought it would be easiest to do so right now. Besides, if James got upset with her during this, Blake thought that he might overlook it given his state and what he was wanting from her.

Gasping as James pulled her hair, Blake lifted herself up enough to reach between their bodies. Her fingers teased James' cock, wrapping around him loosely as she lowered herself on him. Blake gasped as her lips parted, her nails digging into James' chest. Slowly rolling her hips, Blake whimpered as her eyes found James'. Blake thought that going slow might have been better but she couldn't quite place why she just needed... more.

Blake's movements quickened as she leaned down, capturing James' lips in a rough kiss. Sliding her hands down James' arms, Blake sat back up as she urged his hands to her hips. Blake let out a moan as she rocked against him, one of her hands slipping between her legs. "S-sir, please..."

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A low growl came from James as he grabbed onto her even tighter than before. He thrusted up into her, slowly at first, trying to be more mindful of his injuries. Though as Blake started to get faster, so did he. Soon he was pushing up into her as fast as he could in his current state. Pain moved up and down his body, but it was mixed with immeasurable pleasure. His lips pressed roughly into hers before he bit down on her lower lip, pulling it a bit as he did so.

James hands moved down her body, one hand on her hip as his other moved in between her legs. After swatting her own hand away, James moved his fingers in between Blake's legs and started to rub at her sensitive little nub. Soon she was tightening around his membrane, and James started to groan out against her lips.

"Cum for me, my little pet." James groaned out as he thrusted into her hard and deep, staying there for a moment to feel her wrap around him. Though, quickly, he moved back to thrusting, trying to get Blake to explode.

Blake cried out as her orgasm hit, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. She slumped forward, letting out a series of incomprehensible moans, rocking her hips lazily as James chased after his own orgasm. She gasped as he came, tightening around him for a second time. Her nails dug into his chest, whimpering as she slowly pulled away from James. Shifting around slightly, Blake leaned down to pull the comforters up onto their bodies before she pressed into James' side.

She was careful not to press against his bruises, not wanting to injure him. Blake wanted to say something more but she kept her thoughts to herself, not wanting to say something that would upset James.

"Do you.. need anything? Want anything else?" Blake's words were sleepy and she began to yawn, covering her mouth to conceal it the best that she could. She would get up to grab anything that James wanted, she hoped that he would know that.

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"No." James mumbled as he shifted in the bed a bit. Now that he was satisfed, he felt as though he could now get some sleep. Slowly, James wrapped an arm around Blake before closing his own eyes. Within minutes, the man was settled and soon after that, he was fast asleep. The fight, his injuried, the drinking and the orgasm had essentially knocked James out for the rest of the night.

As the night went on, James' body started to repair itself. Wolves had a great advantage in being able to heal almost twice as fast as a human. His bones even shifted in the night to slowly mend themselves back togheter. Some of his bruises already were beginning to fade, now looking more like he had had them for several days. And as time went on, it was easy to tell that he was feeling better, even in his sleep, as the man started to roll and shift in bed.

When morning came and James started to come to, he pulled Blake's body closer into himself. His face buried into the back of her neck as he let in a deep breath.

Blake gave an immediate nod of her head when James said that he didn't need or want anything else. She fell silent, letting james wrap his arms around her. She hesitated, not sure if she was supposed to wrap her arms around him or what. Ultimately, she settled on running her fingers through his hair gently. She didn't think that it would upset James and the continuous motion eventually managed to lull her to sleep.

By the time that James had started to come to, Blake had been wide awake for nearly an hour. Even before she ahd been captured, Blake was used to being up with the sun and going to sleep at sundown. Now that James typically expected her to be up and ready to go by the time he was in the dining room, Blake's body was still used to it. She knew to not be late, she didn't want to ever upset him and end up being punished for something that was a mistake.

When James took a deep breathe, Blake hesitated for a moment longer before she continued to twist around so that she could face James. She was careful, not wanting to bother his injuries. "Morning, sir," Blake whispered the words, quiet as she leaned to brush some of his hair back. "Why don't I go fetch us some breakfast? You should eat soon, it will help you heal," Blake murmured, resting her head against the pillow.

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A small grunt came from James as Blake mentioned breakfast. It sounded like a great idea to him, but he needed a few more moments. His body had done a lot of healing during the night and it was taking him some time to adjust. He pulled Blake into his body tighter and pressed his face against her chest. After taking a deep breath in, James let go and rolled onto his back. His arms stretched out on the bed as he exhaled a large breath of air.

"Yes, breakfast. Bring a lot of it." James told her, now opening his eyes up to the world. The man started to stretch out the rest of his body, getting a feel of his pain. Things were definitely better than the day before but there was still a ways to go. But now James could breath freely and he was able to move without major shots of pain. There was still some soreness and walking would not be easy. However, at least he would be able to be still without pain or soreness.

After a few more moments, James pushed himself up in the bed until he was sitting up. James glanced down at the body, seeing all of the bruises that marked his skin. It would be best not to go to work today. It would only upset his pack members. Though not seeing him would also upset them...

Blake let out a squeak when James pulled her back into his chest. Her eyes widened momentarily, she hadn't been expecting that sort of reaction out of him. She bit back a sigh, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. Blake was quiet as she did so. It just seemed like the right thing to do, to comfort James as he started to wake up a bit more. She knew that he was a powerful werewolf and he would heal a whole lot faster than she would in his position but still, James had to be sore. She was sure of it. And it was all because he had been defending her. She felt guilty.

"Yes, sir. I'll be back shortly," Blake promised the moment that James had let go of her. She was reluctant to climb out of bed; in part because it was so warm and comfortable but in part because she was enjoying being held by James. She would never admit it to a single soul; not even herself. Heaving a sigh, Blake climbed to her feet and was quick to pull on James' shirt and her pants from the night before before she left the room.

It wasn't more than ten minutes later that Blake wheeled in a whole cart full of food. James' staff had expected him to wake soon so they had already prepared a large breakfast for him, sending along a plate of food for Blake as well. She smiled a bit as she shut the door behind her. "What do you want first?" Blake asked softly, raising an eyebrow. "I can feed you.. if you want. So you can rest a bit more."

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James glanced up at Blake as she re-entered the room. He watched her cart in a massive amount of food and James could not help but to smile a bit. The cooks in his kitchen were part of his pack. This only showed that they knew what he needed, and that they were worried about him. He would need to let everyone know that he was alright before they started to show up at his home.

Though James' thoughts quickly moved away from his pack when Blake started to speak. He could not help but smirk when she mentioned feeding him. At this point, James was well enough to be taking care of himself. However, he did not hate the sound of having Blake nurse him. "Yes, I think that sounds like a good idea."

He motioned the woman over to him, wanting Blake to sit next to him in bed as she fed him. As she positioned herself to do so, James looked over at the food on the cart. There was more than enough options but he knew what he needed the most. "Country Fried Steak to start with."

As soon as Blake had spoken, she felt a wave of anxiety wash over her. She hoped that James wouldn't take her offer the wrong way, that she was trying to baby him or anything silly like that. James was a well known, strong alpha. He knew how to lead his pack and how to care for them... he was never one that was taken care of in that way. She breathed a small sigh of relief when he seemed to take well to her offer.

Blake maneuvered the cart over to the bed so that she would onl have to stand and take a small step instead of making her way across the room to grab something else. Plucking the country fried steak from the cart, Blake cut off a few pieces before she turned toward James and fed him a bite. "Let me know if you need something to drink," she spoke softly, making sure to keep her gaze lowered as she continued to feed him. James seemed to be healing well and to be in a good mood but Blake couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to lash out at her in time. She had been the whole reason that fight broke out... and even if James didn't, surely one of his pack would and there would be nothing she could do to stop it.

Exhaling, Blake set the emptied plate down as she eyed the various options still on the cart. She was hungry but she was insistent on James having his fill before she even considered eating herself.

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After Blake had fed him the country fried steak, James motioned for her to stop. It had been fun for the first plate, but having Blake feeding him was taking forever and he would prefer to wolf his food down when it was still warm. "Thank you Blake but i think I can handle it from here." He assured her as he reached out and pulled the cart closer to himself.

James pushed himself farther up into bed and glanced over the cart. There were plenty of options to choose from, but soon enough James had three plates in his lap and he was starting to each quickly. With all of the healing James was doing, he knew that he needed to eat even more than he normally would, and was now working on three different meals at the same time. In between that, drinking the liquids that the chef had placed in the cart. The water, juices, pops, smoothies ect were for James to continue to keep up.

After a few bites of his food, James motioned to Blake again. "Go ahead, sit down and eat. Grab whatever you want from the cart." James told her before going back to eating his food. There was more than enough food that James was not worried about her eating a good portion of it. This was not something that he could finish by himself.