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Ben Solo is a vampire.

Well… He’s kind of a shitty vampire but still. Her point stands.

Rey sips at her warm beer and stares at him from across the room, trying to squint through the dimmed overhead lights, the crush of bodies, and the bloody fog machine that someone had set up in the common room of the Lambda Phi Nu house for the bi-monthly Friday rager.

First of all — an absolutely absurd name.

Second of all — who had trusted these idiots with a fog machine?

Solo is hard to miss, all things considered. He’s currently shirtless and screaming while he holds up Armitage Hux’s legs in a keg stand, a grungy pink ball cap backwards on his head. His chest is — wow. Yeah. The boy works out way too much. Rey licks her lips. Pale and broad and speckled with dark moles and freckles. Muscles. Everywhere.

And also totally, totally a vampire.

It started like this: Solo is in her Modern Women Writers class. A night class. One Rey had only taken because it fulfilled her diversity credit requirement and didn’t conflict with her full schedule of engineering lectures and labs.

She has the misfortune of sitting directly behind him, distracted at every turn by the perfect wave of his dark hair and the unfair width of his shoulders. Apparently no one ever taught him how to pick clothes that fit because his shirts are always a size too small, stretched tight over the muscles of his back.

Back to the point — ENG-230 is a night class. It starts at 8pm. The last dying rays of sunlight have already retreated behind Alderaan’s famous mountains by the time they all trickle into that fluorescent-lit classroom once a week.

This is not compelling evidence, she knows, but she has more to submit to the jury: she has seen Ben Solo crush the solid wooden top of one of those long, shitty lecture hall tables in his hand like it was no more than styrofoam.

When she’d goggled at him, mystified and horrified and yes, a little turned on, he’d just blinked and asked her to please repeat her thoughts on Alice Walker using smaller words this time.

Then — then! — she’d spotted him lurking in Aldera quad just outside of her dorm building, watching her with glowing yellow eyes as she’d stumbled home from a too-late night in the library.

So, to summarize: super strength? Check. Only seen at night? Check. Golden eyes? Certified vampire.

Rose understandably thinks she’s insane, her brain rotted by too many rereads of Twilight (it had been one of the few young adult series available at the tiny, shitty public library in Jakku — and a younger Rey had desperately needed to read about true love and people who came back in the end) and too many physics equations taking up space in her cognitive processor.

Rey knows what she’s seen, though, and she knows that Ben Solo is more than the dumb jock frat bro he appears to be.

Sure, she hasn’t actually seen him drink blood but it’s only a matter of time. That’s why she’s here, in the Lambda Phi Nu frat house when she would rather be literally anywhere else because honestly, this kind of sucks. The whole place smells like beer and feet mixed with the oddly chemical smell from the fog machine.

She’s going to leave… Just as soon as she gets proof of Ben Solo doing something more suspicious than absolutely dominating at flip cup.

Rey sighs and swirls her awful beer around in its cup. She doesn’t even like beer. She doesn’t like any of these people, except Rose, who had vanished about twenty minutes into this terrible idea and hasn’t been seen since.

“Rey!”

She startles, beer sloshing, and her head snaps up in time to see Ben pushing through the crowd towards the patch of wall she’s been shyly occupying for the past forty minutes.

Oh, he is hammered. Absolutely sloshed. She’s surprised he’s so steady on his feet considering how red and watery his brown eyes are. He smiles as he approaches her, revealing charming dimples in his cheeks, as if they haven’t spoken for a mere collective total of fifteen minutes in their single shared class.

Honestly, she’s kind of surprised he even remembers her name.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming,” he says, almost breathless as he comes way too close into her personal space.

Rey shies away because vampire. And also because he smells like the inside of a hot brewery and he’s still shirtless and there’s a little bead of sweat rolling its way down his pec and she does not need this. He feels like a furnace beside her. A humid, sweaty, kind of funky furnace.

She tries to stare down at the floor but her eyes get caught on the low-slung waistband of his shorts and the little trail of hair leading down from his bellybutton. His feet are huge, flipper-sized Nikes dwarfing her battered, off-brand keds.

Vampire, she reminds herself as she tries to work moisture back into her dry mouth. A bloodsucker.

“It’s not really my scene,” she admits, inching backwards until her shoulder blades bump the wall. “I came with a friend.”

Not a lie. Rose had invited her with absolutely zero expectation that Rey would accept.

Ben leans a little closer, bracing one hand on the wall above her head and blocking out the rest of the world with his big body. His face is too close to hers. She finds herself staring at his mouth, trying to glimpse his teeth while he talks. He peers into her mostly full cup pointedly. “Yeah? What if I get you a new drink? Think it’ll be more your scene then?”

“I really doubt it,” Rey says, swallowing thickly as she attempts to recompose herself. She could not imagine that any drink in this entire house would be better than this lukewarm beer. Quantity over quality with these boys.

So admittedly, the fact that he’s drunk and happy and offering her drinks is kind of punching holes in her theory but Rey will not be deterred. She knows what she saw!

“C’mon,” Ben says, apparently not about to take no for an answer. He grabs her wrist, skin hot on hers (okay, maybe that is also bad for her hypothesis but if Twilight taught her anything, it’s that if vampires can sparkle, they can do anything), and drags her through the crowd. People call out to him as he goes, making Rey want to die a little under all the attention. It seems like everyone knows him.

He brings her into the kitchen and, without asking permission, places both hands on her hips and lifts her up onto the counter. The sticky counter. Rey tries not to shudder with disgust as her thighs cling to the granite.

“Stay,” he says happily and then turns around to rifle through the fridge.

She stares at the bumps and valleys of his back, entranced by the way they move as he shoves aside 24-packs of beer. There does not appear to be any food.

“Here!” He pops back up with a bright red bottle clutched in his hand.

A wine cooler. Rey blinks, uncertain if she should be offended or not. On one hand, she’s no quitter. On the other, strawberry daiquiri does sound a hell of a lot better than whatever is in her long-abandoned cup.

With a resigned sigh, Rey snatches the bottle out of his hand.

Or tries to. Laughing, Ben holds it away from her. His freakishly long arms put it well out of her reach and her eyes narrow. None of the old myths ever mentioned vampires being obnoxious himbos but here they are.

She lunges off the counter, driven by instinct over logic, and jumps for the bottle. She remains tragically unsuccessful. He is tall in a way that she’s fairly certain counts as discrimination against the vertically challenged and all she manages to do is press herself against his bare chest. Repeatedly.

Once she becomes aware of this fact, she scrambles back against the counter, red-faced and glowering.

“You gotta pay for it,” Ben says, smirking wide enough to show off his teeth. Crooked but not vampire-sharp. At this moment, Rey cares less about his potentially preternatural origins and more about how incredibly punchable that smug expression is.

“You’re the one who offered me a drink!”

“A kiss,” he continues, as if she hadn’t even spoken. “That’s the price.”

Rey is certain her face has turned redder than the plastic cups stacked on the counter next to her. She should feel insulted, harassed even, but instead her body goes hot and tight and her eyes dip down to his mouth and—

Yeah. Yeah, she could kiss Ben Solo. Vampire or not.

She swallows, flushed right down to her toes. This is one of those Bad Ideas that Rose likes to go on about, the kind where Rey does things before her brain can catch up with her.

Rey licks her dry lips and leans closer, drawn irresistibly into his orbit like a circling satellite. The air between them crackles with heat and electric energy; enough that the hair on her arms lifts and her skin tingles and she has just enough self-awareness left to think that can’t be normal before she’s kissing him.

Fireworks. That’s what she thinks about as soon as her lips touch his. Lightning, thunder, sparks; all those things she’s read about in her guilty pleasure novels in the dead of night but never experienced in the few times she’s tried kissing other people.

His lips are as soft as they look, no trace of fang to be found. She buries both hands in his hair and that’s also soft, silky and perfect. His gross pink hat goes tumbling to the ground. He groans as she tugs him closer except it sounds more like a growl—

Glass shatters at their feet and then he’s got both of his big palms on her ass, squeezing and massaging like he can’t get enough of her. He kisses her like he’s devouring her, open-mouthed and rough. His tongue pushes past her lips to stroke her own and it should be wet, sloppy, and terrible but fuck, Rey loves it. Every wet slide sends lightning down her spine, all the way to her clit, where it settles with a persistent throbbing.

“Rey,” he rasps but anything else he might say gets lost because he can’t seem to keep his lips off hers. Or maybe it’s because she keeps yanking him back to her. “Fuck.” He kisses her again. “Fuck.”

She agrees. She so, so agrees. He tastes like cheap beer and cinnamon, somehow, and Rey could spend the rest of her life kissing him.

Ben’s grip on her ass tightens and he drags her tight against his body. Tight enough that she can feel the hard ridge of his erection against her belly as one of his thick, lacrosse-built thighs slides between hers.

It suddenly doesn’t matter that they’re standing in the kitchen of a disgusting frat house and that any one of his brothers or their guests could walk in and catch them. The only thing that matters is the pressure on her clit and the little growl that chases each of his breaths.

Rey grinds against him shamelessly. If Ben Solo is a vampire then… Well, he’s a really hot vampire and he kisses like they’re the last two people alive, so who can really blame her for letting him shove his tongue down her throat? These are extenuating circumstances. She claims not guilty, amen, the end.

He nips at her bottom lip and his teeth feel sharp on her tender flesh. She hardly notices because he licks away the sting and she’s lost again, humping his thigh and whimpering when his thumb presses into the soft spot in front of her hip bone.

The rasping sound at the back of his throat has turned constant, like the purring of a big cat or a rumbling engine. Inexplicably, with no input from her higher brain functions, it makes her clench, slick coating her underwear until she’s certain she’s leaving a wet spot on his shorts.

“Rey,” he groans, and there’s something in his voice, something strange and deep and animalistic, but it just makes her burn hotter.

All at once, Ben suddenly tears himself away from her and Rey is left cold and bereft in his absence. Her arms hang in the air, hands still reaching for him. She blinks like a newborn, sluggishly trying to process how she had been kissing him and now she is not. It takes her too long to tear her eyes away from his heaving chest but when she finally looks up at his face, she finds nothing but wild-eyed panic.

Gold eyes. They’re definitely gold, molten and searing under Lambda house’s shitty overhead lights.

Rey’s brain stutters out. Gold eyes. Vampire. Kiss, kiss, kiss. She licks her tingly, swollen lips and presses the back of her hand over her mouth. She’d kissed him and she would absolutely kiss him again if he didn’t look like he was about to start hyperventilating.

Before she can try to say something, he’s just — gone. Rey blinks and it’s like he’s vanished, leaving nothing but her aching cunt and his hat on the floor in his wake.

Mortification sweeps over her once she processes what’s just happened, almost (almost) sweeping away the flush of unsatisfied arousal.

What the fuck, actually. He’d been the one to ask for a kiss! Rey doesn’t think she’s that bad at it, even if she hasn’t had a lot of practice. Ben had seemed like he was enjoying himself. Maybe he’d realized that she’d realized what he was and then realized she’d realize—

Rey presses her lips together and balls her hands into fists against her thighs. Her thoughts aren’t even making sense to herself anymore, scrambled like an egg from the thwarted heat between her legs.

Well, fuck Ben Solo anyway. And fuck this stupid frat and their stupid, gross house and their shitty beer.

She glares at her abandoned cup on the counter, still full of tepid piss-colored liquid, and then reaches out with one hand to smack it off the edge. It hits the ground with a splatter that is less satisfying than she’d hoped for.

Now she’s definitely going to figure out his secret, if it’s the last thing she does.

🌔 🌕 🌖

The next time Rose invites her to a Lambda Phi Nu house party, Rey agrees with the grim certitude of a soldier marching to war.

Ben has been avoiding her, she’s certain of it. He’d changed seats in their one shared class, ignoring Rey’s burning gaze boring into the back of his immaculately styled hair. He’d taken to sprinting out of the room so quickly when the clock ticked over that she’s surprised he didn’t leave smoke in his wake.

It all just makes her more suspicious.

There’s also an unfortunate, itching, familiar feeling of humiliation burning up the back of her neck that she’s desperately trying to ignore. Is she really so awful at kissing that he can’t even look at her now? Maybe her blood smells disgusting. That sounds like a vampire-thing.

He won’t be able to avoid her at his own house party though, which sounds like an insane stalker sort of thought out of context. Rey opts to ignore it, just like she’s been ignoring the twisting in her gut every time he refuses to look at her.

Her and Rose make it two steps past the front door before Rey sees him. Ben stands in the Georgian archway of this obscenely expensive frat house, shirtless and clutching a beer cup in each hand, and stares at her like she’s the vampire. Like he’s never seen anything like her before.

Then he turns and sprints across the living room, squeezing through the asses-to-elbows crowd gathered around the beer pong table setup where the coffee table should be, moving like the hounds of hell are at his heels.

Rey stares after him, jaw dropped. What the fuck? Is she really that terrible? They kiss once and now he can’t even tolerate being in the same room as her?

Fists clenched and snorting like an angry bull, Rey takes off after him. She ignores Rose’s startled protest. She ignores the annoyed shouts as she elbows aside some poor, unsuspecting sorority sister. All she sees is Ben Solo’s broad shoulders disappearing out the sliding glass door leading onto the patio and she knows, instinctively, that if she lets him get away now, she won’t see him for the rest of the night.

So she barrels through the door after him, out into the cool night. “Ben!” she yells at his back, officially abandoning her dignity when he ignores her. “Ben Solo — god dammit—”

The backyard is dark and the dewy grass is cold against her ankles as she practically jogs after him. If she were smart, she’d take the hint and let him go. Vampire or not, he’s just some dumb frat bro and he’s definitely not worth all this effort.

But she can’t. It’s like a magnet pulling her towards him, or some invisible thread stringing her along in his wake.

Or maybe she’s just a horny gremlin and she can’t get the way he tastes or the weight of his thigh between her legs out of her head. His body had felt so fucking good and natural pressed up against hers and she just can’t let that go without… something. An explanation. Closure, maybe.

Lambda house is situated at the top of a hill that slopes down into the woods that rural Alderaan is so well known for. She squints as her eyes adjust and she spots Ben scurrying towards the autumnal red-gold trees, his pale shoulders a beacon in the moonlight. Confusion overtakes her indignation — there’s no way he hates her so much that he’d rather wander shirtless into the woods in the middle of the night than talk to her.

Something uneasy clenches in her belly and the hair rises on the back of her neck. It occurs to her that she doesn’t actually know Ben Solo. Maybe he contains multitudes. Maybe he’s both a vampire and also a serial killer. Maybe he hides the bodies of his victims back in these woods. Maybe—

She still follows him, because she apparently also contains multitudes: she is both horny and also an idiot.

Ben has almost made it into the treeline when someone suddenly steps out in front of her and Rey nearly slams into a second, unfamiliar shirtless chest. She stumbles backwards to avoid them and swears under her breath as she watches Ben disappear from sight. Scowling, she glares at the stranger who had interrupted her chase.

Armitage Hux. Ben’s best friend. Fellow Lambda Phi Nu brother.

“Rey,” Hux says, even though he has no reason to know her name as far as she’s aware. She’s literally never spoken to him before. Ben must have talked about her. “The party’s inside, you know.”

Rey frowns at him and stands on her toes to look over his shoulder. Ben is long gone, nowhere in sight. When she looks back at Hux, the gibbous moon catches his eyes just so, flickering gold and green like when she shines her flashlight on the raccoons outside the dorms at night—

Oh. Oh, no.

Goosebumps race up Rey’s arms and she stumbles several steps backwards. A cold sweat dampens the back of her neck despite the chilly temperature.

Hux raises both hands, like he’s soothing a frightened animal. “Let’s go back inside. I’m sure Rose is waiting for you, yeah? I’ll get you ladies a couple of beers.”

He has a sort of snooty, Imperial accent despite the fact that she’s pretty sure he has the word ‘HUXINATOR’ scrawled across his chest in sharpie and his ginger hair is pulled back into a tiny little man bun.

“Yeah, okay,” Rey says uneasily, shuffling back another step. “Where–but— where’s Ben going?”

Hux tips his head curiously but there’s something in his expression that is pitying… or mocking. “For more chips.”

Rey nods but her hands are balled into tight fists behind her back. “Right. Cool. Of course.”

And then she turns and bolts back to the house, as quickly as she can stumble up the damp grass and away from Hux. She needs to find Rose and she needs to get the fuck out of dodge because whatever Ben is, he is apparently not the only one.

Fortunately, Hux doesn’t follow her but Rey gives each of the Lambda boys a suspicious side-eye as she plows back into the humid, overheated interior of the house. She shoulders through the crowd of increasingly drunk college kids until she spots Rose’s bouncy black hair over by the snack table (which is currently covered in bowls full of chips).

To her friend’s credit, Rose doesn’t even hesitate when Rey rushes to her side in a full panic.

“We need to leave,” Rey says and Rose, who had been in the middle of laughing at something another girl — Kaydel, maybe — had said, immediately turns serious and grabs Rey’s arm.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. We just need to leave. Please, Rose.”

It’s the ‘please’ that seems to get her. Less than two minutes later, they’re out the door and heading down the block back towards their dorm. As they go, Rey glances back over her shoulder to see Hux watching them with an inscrutable expression.

“I know you don’t believe me,” Rey whispers sharply as she ushers Rose up the dark street, “but there’s something wrong with them. Ben — and the woods — and Hux’s eyes—”

For once, Rose doesn’t laugh at her. “Okay,” she says slowly, looking at Rey as if she’s trying to decide if she should be worried for her health. “I thought you were kidding before but you’re like, really freaking me out now. Are you saying you think the whole frat pack—”

“Frat pack—” Rey repeats. “What even—”

“— are vampires?”

“We’re going to revisit the ‘frat pack’ thing later,” Rey says, because of course that’s the sort of stupid, inane moniker that the Lambda boys would use, “but there’s just something wrong with them. Vampires or — or whatever they are, I don’t know — I just think they might be dangerous.”

Rose peeks up and down the street, as if some drunken frat-vampire might be following them. There’s no one except a cluster of other girls, giggling and staggering home on teetering heels from a different house party.

When Rose looks back, there’s a familiar expression on her face; it’s the one she gets sometimes when a particularly tricky matrix refuses to converge or when her Battle Bot Club robot starts trying to stab ankles instead of enemy bots.

It’s a Rose Tico classic, really. Nothing stands in her way once she gets an idea in her head.

“We’ll figure it out, then,” Rose promises. “Even if they turn out to be just run-of-the-mill weird rich kids, at least it will make you feel better to know.”

Rey might cry. Before coming to Alderaan, she’d never had someone so unwaveringly on her side. Rose might still think she’s crazy, and that she’s read too many books, but that means nothing in the face of her loyalty and love.

“Thank you,” Rey whispers and surprises them both by impulsively hugging her friend. Rey isn’t much of a hugger, by nature, but this feels like a good time for it.

When Rose pulls away, she’s grinning ear to ear. “Alright, let Operation Frat Pack begin!”

“We are not calling it that.”

Chapter Text

Operation Frat Pack is a three prong attack, according to Rose: research, observation, and investigation.

They spend hours in the library. They scour the internet. They have a definitely-for-research vampire movie night, where they studiously dissect Ben Solo’s every word and action in comparison to various bloodsucking pop culture icons.

Rose even makes a spreadsheet.

Unfortunately, the two of them are in the most arduous degree program offered at Alderaan and Rey works as many hours as she can on top of it so they don’t make much headway on drawing a definitive, evidence-based conclusion about Ben Solo’s undead status.

Rey doesn’t actually see Ben again until three nights before Halloween. It’s cold and after midnight by the time Rey leaves her job waitressing at a restaurant off main street, but the moon hangs bright and heavy overhead so she feels safe enough to cut across the side roads that act as a shortcut to campus.

Besides, Alderaan takes Halloween seriously. Every house is decorated; she passes yards that are decked out with dozens of skeletal animals, elaborate pumpkin murder scenes, and enough plastic, dismembered limbs and bones to pad out multiple movie sets. No one had ever bothered to decorate in her home town of Jakku because the desert heat never relented into anything approaching fall and there were all of two children in town that might appreciate it.

Rey smiles to herself and takes the long route back to her dorm.

She’s almost back to the west side of campus when she hears something. At first, she thinks it’s just a motion-activated decoration, programmed to start groaning and moaning as soon as someone walks by. She pauses, head swiveling in search of whatever sounds so realistic but there’s nothing.

Her eyebrows furrow. It’s a growl, she’s almost sure of it. Maybe a whimper? It sounds almost like an injured dog, and Rey immediately swivels on her heel in concern. There’s been a lost dog or two found on campus since she moved in but she can only hope this one hasn’t been hit by a car — or worse, intentionally injured by drunk assholes wandering home from a bar.

Rey follows the sounds, even when they lead her around the back of someone’s shed, tucked into the alley between two houses. There’s no light back here, so she squints and fishes her phone out of her pocket. As soon as the flashlight clicks on, she sees something move in the shadows, a flash of thick brown fur rustling between a garbage can and an old bicycle — something huge —

Her light catches on a large, reflective eye and she instinctively flinches away, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. Holy fuck, that is not a dog, that is definitely not a dog, she can’t see it very well but it’s the size of a bear, does Alderaan even have bears—

A large hand grips her shoulder and yanks her backwards. Rey shrieks and whirls around with her fist clenched, ready to throw down with whoever has decided to accost her in the middle of the night, but another hand catches her wrist before she can make contact.

She blinks up at a familiar face. “Ben?”

“Doing a little breaking and entering, Niima?” Ben asks, a lopsided grin crinkling the corners of his eyes. Very normal, warm brown eyes.

“No,” she protests, possibly a little too defensively. “But I think there might be a bear back here so—” She shoves his chest, forcing him back towards the street.

“A bear?”

“I thought it was a dog,” Rey explains, swiveling to check behind her with the flashlight. Whatever that furry mass had been, it’s gone. “It sounded hurt. I wanted to check on it but it’s not a dog.”

“You shouldn’t go near injured animals,” Ben says, very seriously. He doesn’t release his hold on her wrist, even as he allows her to walk him backwards. “They’re dangerous. Who hears growling and goes towards it?”

“Well, there aren’t supposed to bloody well be bears in Alderaan!”

He chuckles but there’s something in his expression that gives her pause. Back on the street, he’s well-lit by the purple and orange lights wrapped around the porch balusters of the next house, and she can see that he’s wearing an Alderaan University Knights hoodie and… shorts. Because he is a dumb frat bro who doesn’t care that it’s currently forty degrees.

“What are you even doing out here?” she demands, yanking her wrist away so she can cross her arms over her chest. Uneasy, she glances over her shoulder again; there’s still nothing.

“What are you doing out here alone at this hour?”

“Unlike some people, I have to work,” she mutters. “And that doesn’t answer my question.”

“I was jogging.”

“After midnight?”

“Sure.”

Rey stares at him but he stares right back, unflinching.

“Right,” she says flatly. “Well, it was nice seeing you, Ben. Bye.”

She turns to walk away and hears Ben make a distressed noise behind her. His heavy footsteps immediately follow. “Wait, Rey. C’mon, don’t ignore me.”

“Seriously? You ran away from me twice. I can take a hint, Ben.”

“No,” he says, sounding desperate now. “It’s not like that.”

“Great,” she says, walking faster. “That makes me feel much better.”

Ben groans. “I’m sorry,” he says, sounding miserable. “Kissing you is the best thing I’ve ever done. Really.”

With a sigh, Rey comes to a stop and whirls on her heel to face him. To her right, a giant blow-up scarecrow watches the drama with beady button eyes. “You have a funny way of showing it.”

Ben honestly looks like he might start crying. His shoulders are hunched up around his ears and he has his hands shoved into the front pocket of his hoodie. Rey looks at him and his kicked-puppy expression and realizes, belatedly, that she isn’t afraid of being alone with him.

It’s the middle of the night on an empty street and she’s alone with a boy that she’s absolutely convinced is a vampire and she isn’t scared of him.

Fuck.

“It’s not you,” Ben starts and rapidly backtracks when she glares at him. “Wait. I mean, it is you but not like that. I just think — I think I might not be good for you.”

Oh, he is ridiculous. Ridiculous and definitely a vampire. That’s the most vampire thing he could have possibly said.

Rey decides to play dumb. “Is it some sort of frat thing?”

“What?”

“Like a hazing thing.”

“No. No, it’s—” Rey leans forward on her toes, eager to hear what he says, but Ben cuts himself off. “I’m sorry. I’m being stupid. Can I walk you back to your dorm?”

His eyes are dark and fathomless in the strange night, and he doesn’t look away even as he shuffles his big Nikes along the sidewalk and shifts his weight back and forth.

Off in the distance, a howl pierces the autumn air and Rey shivers. It’s just a coyote — it’s followed by that unmistakable cackling, screeching call that she’d recognize anywhere after her years in the desert — but it makes her hair stand on end to be caught outside with it.

“Fine,” she says, scuffing her arms for warmth. It’s cold, it’s late, and there are apparently large predators lurking around the streets of Alderaan. Having an escort home sounds like a great idea.

They walk side by side in silence for two entire minutes.

“So, are you guys—”

“Can I—”

They speak at the same time but Rey barrels forward, a hot blush rising to her cheeks. “Are you guys having a Halloween party?”

Ben’s mouth is still open from where he’d been trying to speak and it snaps shut with a click. His expression darkens and he slowly shakes his head. “No,” he says. “No, Hux has a big test the next day so we’re just gonna hang out. Watch B movies. Make fun of him for being a fucking nerd.”

Does he sound disappointed? Rey feels disappointed, which is stupid because she doesn’t even like those damn parties. She holds her breath and waits, only to wilt when he doesn’t offer anything further.

Absurd on so many levels, to hope that he’d invite her over to crash their movie night. Not only is it (probably) a den of vampires but she wouldn’t want to hang out with the kinds of guys who’d laugh at her for being, quote, ‘a fucking nerd’.

“Oh. Cool,” she says lamely, and only after an awkward amount of time has already passed. If only socializing were as easy as scavenging or thermodynamics.

Rey shoves her hands under her armpits to warm her numb fingers and walks a little faster, desperate to escape this conversation.

“Rey.” Ben grabs her elbow to stop her and gently tugs her around to face him again. “You didn’t let me talk.”

He steps closer until she can feel his body heat and his breath ruffles the frizzy baby hairs escaping her messy bun. She swallows, licks her lips, and peeks up at him. “Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you again?” Ben whispers. He grips her forearms, coaxing her hands free so he can slide his palms slowly down to her wrists. “Please?”

Rey wants to think that in another world, she might have resisted. She likes to think there’s some version of her out there that doesn’t fold like a wet deck of cards the second Ben Solo blinks those big, doleful eyes at her; a version of her that isn’t hopelessly besotted.

But somehow, she doubts it.

“Are you going to run away this time?” she asks.

“No.”

“Okay,” she breathes out and Ben tugs on her, pulling her closer until they’re pressed chest to chest. He urges her hands under the hem of his hoodie, pressing her ice-cold fingers against the raw heat of his skin. They both hiss at the sudden shift in temperature and then he ducks down and slots his mouth against hers.

Rey isn’t thinking about fangs when she immediately licks at his bottom lip, desperate for the taste of him. She’s not thinking about evidence or how dangerous he might be or that they’re out on a public street, because her thoughts turn soft and molten every time they touch.

Ben releases her wrists so he can cup the back of her neck with both hands, tilting her head just how he wants it. Mindlessly, Rey drags her fingers along his belly; a thick slab of muscle, a sharp crease where his hip meets his torso, a little trail of hair disappearing into the elastic waistband of his shorts. She runs her thumb through it and curls her nails against his skin with the instinctive thought that she can mark him and make him hers.

He groans and his hips stutter towards her in response.

She could spend the rest of her life like this, Rey thinks. She could live on his breath and his touch and want for nothing else.

“Fuck, Rey,” he whispers into her mouth, each syllable drawn out. “Fuck. I don’t want to let you go.”

Rey digs her fingers into his sides. “So don’t.”

Ben makes a sound that’s more a growl than anything and drops his hands to her ass to drag her closer against his body. He breaks away from her mouth to bury his face into the curve of her neck and her heart nearly stops when he inhales deeply and nips her with his teeth—

He freezes, panting against her neck. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she says, too quickly. “Just don’t leave marks, okay?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, sounding like he has no idea at all what he’s agreeing to. He nibbles his way down her neck and nuzzles aggressively at the thick collar of her hoodie, where it blocks his access to more skin.

Another howl rends the air, louder and closer this time, and Rey jolts in Ben’s arms.

“Maybe we should get inside,” she says uneasily, tugging gently on his hair to get him to disengage from her neck.

He growls and resists for a moment, his fingers flexing on her ass, before he finally lifts his head. He’s glassy-eyed and flushed and it seems to take him a long, long moment to realize what she’s talking about. Long enough for another howl, for more of those laughing-chattering coyote calls.

Ben scowls. “They’re just being assholes,” he mutters, seeming to glare at something over her shoulder.

Rey twists to follow his line of sight but she sees nothing except the button-eyed, inflatable scarecrow flailing away in the wind. “What?”

“Uh—” He seems to fumble for words. “The coyotes, I mean. The ones around Alderaan are dicks. They’ve just gotten too used to rifling through garbage. They’re not really dangerous.”

“Well, I still don’t want to meet them. Not all of us are big enough to fistfight the local wildlife and win, you know.”

Ben seems to puff up, like she’s just complimented him. It’s only with great reluctance that he lets her step away, his dark eyes pinned on her every move, and he grabs her hand before she can get too far. With a goofy grin, he laces their fingers together and Rey just knows that her face has turned cherry red.

Somehow, holding hands is more embarrassing than actually humping his leg. That doesn’t stop her from savoring the feel of his big, warm palm against hers.

They stay like that the whole way across campus, and he walks her right up the door of her dorm hall.

He sneaks in one more kiss and then waits while she scans her ID at the front entrance. He doesn’t leave until the door locks into place behind her and he meets her gaze through the window before he finally turns and vanishes back into the darkness.

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“This costume is ridiculous,” Rey complains, yanking on the hem of the bunny suit that Rose had practically wrestled her into. The high cut of the leg holes reveals almost her entire ass. Everything is terrible.

“Well,” Rose says reasonably, “you refused to come shopping with me so this is what you get. This is the only spare costume I have.”

Rey suffers with great dignity as Rose adjusts bunny ears atop her head. “I don’t even want to go to this party. I hate parties.”

“You’re just mad that your vampire boyfriend doesn’t want to hang out on Halloween. If I don’t bring you, you’re going to spend all night moping, eating chocolate, and watching reruns of A Haunting.”

The worst part is that Rose isn’t wrong but Rey keeps insisting that it’s only because she’d been banking on another Lupine party to gather more evidence for Operation Frat Pack… And that is the hill she’ll die on, if asked.

She doesn’t miss some damn frat brother vampire-cryptid just because he has really nice biceps and a goofy smile that makes her chest ache.

“You’ll like Kaydel and her friends,” Rose says, ignoring Rey’s scrunched nose and deteriorating mood. “It’s just a few people. We’re going to drink gross Halloween cocktails and watch scary movies. You’ll love it.”

Rey has doubts about this but she realizes that it can’t be any worse than spending Halloween alone and sad, so she keeps the grumbling to a minimum as Rose finishes her own costume — an elaborate witch’s hat and dress; it’s actually kind of impressive — and they leave their dorm.

The full moon overhead is perfect for Halloween. There’s even a delicate curl of mist settling along the ground, and a chill settling in that makes Rey shiver in her skimpy outfit. The sidewalks around campus are already swarming with drunk, costumed college students. Rey and Rose blend right in as they trickle down towards frat row, because of course Kaydel and her roommate live only a few houses down from Lambda house, but Rey can’t help but feel self-conscious about her ridiculous bunny suit.

This is a terrible idea, Rey thinks as she adjusts her boobs for the fiftieth time since they left their room, because she is exactly one wrong move from a nip slip. Her eyes drift unwillingly to Lambda house — there’s a twelve foot skeleton that appears to be attempting a keg stand set up in the front yard —

Every light in the house is on and she can see dozens of people milling about the first floor. Her heart stutters and skips under her breastbone, like it's trying to kick free, and she yanks Rose to a stop. Her voice is strained when she asks, “Does that look like they’re having a quiet study night to you?”

So, Ben had lied to her. She shouldn’t be so devastated by this. She shouldn’t care at all, really.

“Maybe it’s a blood orgy,” Rose says sagely, “and Ben didn’t want you mixed up in it.”

Rey snorts. The two of them stand there a little longer and Rey feels kind of like a stray puppy, standing out in the cold and looking through the window.

Just as they’re about to turn away and continue on their miserable trek to Kaydel’s house, the back door of Lambda house slides open and the boys spill out into the darkened yard. They’re all shirtless, wearing just low-slung athletic shorts despite the biting cold that’s settled firmly over Alderaan. Rey watches, almost transfixed, as Ben shoulders one of the other boys and they all start scuffling and roughhousing.

They’re all barefoot, she thinks faintly. She barely blinks as the boys jog down the hill towards the woods in the back. “What the fuck?” she whispers to Rose.

Rose, who seems equally stunned for once, whispers back, “Shit. Maybe it’s a cult.”

They hesitate for a few more seconds, until Rey realizes that they’re blocking the sidewalk. No one else seems to have noticed that the entire Lambda Phi Nu frat has just absconded, half naked, into the woods on Halloween night.

She presses her lips together. “I’m gonna follow them,” she says, and begins marching across the lawn.

“Rey, honey, you are wearing three inch heels and your ass is hanging out, maybe we should wait until tomorrow—”

Rose is correct. Rey knows this. But her head is full of Ben’s yellow-gold eyes, his tongue, the taste of him in her mouth, how earnest he’d been when he’d said he didn’t regret kissing her, and how he’d lied right to her face.

Her heels sink into the grass as she picks her way down the hill. The boys have disappeared into the treeline but Rey refuses to be swayed from her course. How far can the woods possibly go? Alderaan isn’t a big town but it’s still a town.

The night is bright enough that it’s almost a soft, silvery daylight but as soon as she makes it under the branches, shadows close around her like a maw. She blinks, letting her eyes adjust so she doesn’t break an ankle, before continuing her forward march.

She can hear voices up ahead, laughing and chattering like it’s any other night.

“Rey, wait! How are you so fast in those things?” Rose hisses, stumbling in her wake.

Rey hushes her.

They creep forward slowly. It feels like her heart is in her throat and she isn’t sure why — even if Ben is a vampire or a cult member or cryptid or whatever, he wouldn’t hurt her, right? He wouldn’t let the others hurt her, either. He’s too nice. He’d kissed her like she was the only good thing he’s ever wanted.

She swallows it down as they follow the voices further and further into the dark.

Finally, the boys come to a stop in a clearing up ahead. Rey and Rose look at each other before silently creeping forward, pushing aside the spectacular fall foliage to peer out at what they’re doing.

At first, it looks like they’re just standing around in the dark, chatting. Totally casual and normal behavior for a bunch of college students out in the middle of the woods. Then the moon rises directly overhead and they turn as one to look up, eyes flickering gold-green in the night, and Rey — shivers —

It happens to Ben first. A shudder rocks his massive frame and he curls forward with a groan, until all she can see is the pale breadth of his shoulders and the curve of his spine. His skin ripples and Rey blinks hard through the darkness, trying to get her eyes to come into focus, but it still looks like black fur and that just can’t be right. It can’t be.

Cracking, popping sounds break the still air. A cold stone of fear sits in her stomach and she watches in frozen awe as his body grows and distorts

When Ben stands up straight again, it’s with a piercing howl.

Because Ben Solo isn’t a vampire.

Ben Solo is a fucking werewolf.

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Rey’s brain can’t process what she’s witnessing. Under the light of the full moon, she can clearly see Ben’s lupine head, his long snout, his pointed ears, the thick mane of black fur that shags around his shoulders and down the length of his body. His eyes are bright gold.

And he’s still wearing those stupid fucking athletic shorts because of course he is.

“No way,” Rose whispers. “No way.”

The world sounds muffled and far away and Rey can only stare at Ben, transfixed, even as she’s distantly aware that the same transformation is rolling through the rest of the boys. Rose tries to tug on her arm but Rey feels like stone, a foolish little statue abandoned in the woods where she doesn’t belong.

“Rey, we need to leave.” Rose’s voice is a harsh whisper.

Ben’s wolfish head suddenly snaps around towards their hiding place, his nose twitching intently. Rey stumbles back and her ungainly heels snag on a tree root.

Rose tries to catch her but their legs tangle together instead and they both go down with a shout; too loud and far, far too slow as Ben sprints across the clearing towards them. The rest of the boys aren’t far behind, each of them now transformed into a huge wolf-monster.

Frat Pack. Literally. That’s still so fucking stupid and if Rey survives this, she is never, ever letting Ben live it down.

She doesn’t have time to think about it further because Ben is suddenly on top of them, the breadth of his shoulders blocking out the moon, his golden eyes burning and his lips pulled back over his teeth. He’s bigger in this form, and so overwhelming that he seems to make up the whole new length and width of her world.

Rey flinches and squeezes her eyes shut, expecting pain that doesn’t come. Her heart thunders beneath her breastbone. She can hear the harsh breathing of a dozen werewolves all around her.

“Rey.”

His voice is nearly unrecognizable — little more than a growl in the vague shape of her name, really — but there’s something so familiar in that plaintive tone that she can’t help but look at him.

Even like this, Ben’s golden eyes are soft and warm as he peers down at her. He tilts his head and his little canine eyebrows go up and it’s such an absurdly Ben Solo kind of expression that she snorts out a wholly inappropriate laugh. His large ears flick towards her at the sound. He doesn’t bite her. He doesn’t rake her open with those wicked claws at the tips of his enormous hands.

In fact, she’s pretty sure his long, fluffy tail is wagging behind him.

“I thought you were a vampire,” she breathes, tentatively lifting a shaking hand to touch his jaw. His fur is soft and plush and he’s like a furnace above her, radiating warmth.

Ben snorts. He looks so offended that she has to bite her lips against another laugh.

“Well, I was right that you aren’t normal! You guys are shitty liars, I hope you know that.”

Emboldened, she presses her hand more firmly against him and burrows her fingers into his fur. His tail wags faster.

“Rey, what the hell,” Rose whispers furiously, reminding Rey that a world exists outside of her and Ben and this little bubble that seems to surround them whenever they touch.

“It’s okay, Rose,” Rey says, breathless and almost giddy as she pets a werewolf. “It’s—”

Ben abruptly snarls and his huge, wolfish head turns to glare at Rose — and then at his own friends. He snaps his teeth, ears pinned back, and one arm curls around Rey’s back, hauling her up against his chest.

“Hey!” she protests, finding herself crushed up against a body that is simultaneously familiar and strange. He’s so much bigger now, and the dense layer of fur makes it difficult to find the shapes and ridges she’s explored before. “Don’t bark at Rose. It’s rude.”

She knows she should be afraid of him; his claws alone should be enough to give her pause, even ignoring the impossibility of his existence and all the ways he’s currently breaking the rules of science that she cherishes. Part of her is afraid, trembling as his hot breath skims her neck.

But the rest of her unwinds, like a tangle of tension she hadn’t been aware of loosening from the heat of his body pressing into hers. She knows he won’t hurt her and it’s a bone-deep sort of knowing, the same way she knows that her own arms and legs won’t hurt her.

Besides, he’s still wearing his stupid shorts in October and Rey has to take a moral stance against being afraid of a werewolf wearing gym shorts.

Ben’s entire body trembles, tense and solid beneath her. He snaps his teeth one more time and then he has her gathered up against his chest as he bolts into the woods. It’s such a fast movement and such a sudden shift that Rey’s head spins, and it’s all she can do to cling to his neck.

Rose screeches like an enraged banshee and Rey sees her throw a punch at the ginger-furred wolf that she’s fairly certain is Hux as he attempts to restrain her—

The treeline swallows them up and then the only sound is the chilly wind whistling past and Ben crashing through the underbrush like a freight train. She can’t see anything through the darkness, except for the full moon occasionally peeking through the blustery autumn leaves overhead. Rey has no idea where he’s bringing her but she hopes it’s somewhere out of the weather. Her shitty bunny costume was not made for a midnight werewolf rendezvous.

“They won’t hurt Rose, right?” she asks into his shoulder. He’s warm and his fur smells like the forest in winter; pine and woodsmoke with something strangely sweet over it all. It still isn’t enough to make her forget about her friend, abandoned to a pack of werewolves.

Actually, she’s more worried about the ‘frat’ part than the werewolf part. Frat bros cannot be trusted, furred or otherwise.

Ben growls and shakes his head. Inexplicably, Rey believes him — but she also knows that if he’s wrong, she’s going to be enjoying a wolfskin rug in her dorm once she’s through with his friends.

They don’t go far before Ben slows down and her eyes have adjusted enough to the darkness that she’s able to see that they’ve come to another thinning in the underbrush. He bends and sets her gently on a bed of springy moss that’s soft on her bare legs and then he follows her down, his hands braced at either side of her head as he lowers his body above hers.

Rey is briefly grateful for his body heat but then her eyes widen and she glances down to find an outrageous tent in his shorts.

“Seriously?” she demands, smacking his chest. “Is that why you brought me out here? Really?”

Stupid, horny frat boys apparently turn into stupid, horny werewolves.

Ben whines, and in the moonlight his golden-brown eyes look bigger and sadder than ever. His hips move restlessly and he dips his head to drag his tongue across her collarbone, exposed by the sweetheart neckline of her skimpy bodysuit.

Instead of pushing him away, Rey gasps and clutches at the thick fur around his neck.

It feels like her skin ignites under his touch, an explosion of nerves following the hot, wet stripe he leaves behind. She’s effervescent and burning at once. It might be fucked up, she thinks, but she wants to feel that tongue everywhere.

Ben’s claws drag along her fishnet tights, snapping them against her skin, and then they’re prickling along her inner thighs as he spreads her legs wide to make room for himself between them.

“Ben!” She squirms at the sudden pressure against her cunt, separated only by the thin crotch of her cheap bunny suit and Ben’s shorts. The blunt head of his cock nudges against her clit through the fabric and her spine bends so sharply that she lifts right off the ground. Her bunny ear headband presses into her scalp. “Oh, fuck.”

His hands are restless on her now, pawing and squeezing at whatever part of her he can reach. It’s like he’s starving and desperate to claim as much as he can before she slips out of his grasp. He grabs at her waist and then at her ass, and then at her legs again, rearranging them around his hips to get closer and closer. He rocks his hips against her a few more times but the angle isn’t quite right.

“Okay, okay, take it easy,” she gasps and shudders when his tongue slips beneath the neckline of her suit, snaking down around her breast. His cold nose presses into her chest, along with the faintest hint of his front teeth. “Let’s just calm down—”

Ben hooks a claw under the crotch of her bunny suit and yanks, splitting the seam wide open. Rey yelps, as much from outrage as from the sudden cold air against her dripping center.

He tilts his head to meet her eyes and his lips curl up in what she can only interpret as a mischievous smirk. That infamous Solo charm at work, she thinks, right before he scoots down her body and buries his snout between her legs.

It’s the first time she’s had a boy go down on her and he’s a bloody werewolf. Rey’s life is absurd.

Any reservations she might have evaporate at the first touch of his tongue on her clit. There’s no slow buildup, just him lapping at her like he’s desperate to taste her, his tongue plunging into her cunt to chase more of her slick after he’s cleaned her folds.

Rey gasps for air and scrambles to bury her fingers in his fur, needing something to cling to against the sudden onslaught of raw sensation. Her entire body tenses and shakes and it feels like she might fly into a thousand pieces, broken apart by everything she’s feeling.

Ben is relentless, a real starving beast. His teeth nudge her clit in just the right way, giving her the pressure she needs, and Rey comes abruptly, spine curling until she’s nearly bent double, gasping and panting for breath. There’s a loud sound and she realizes belatedly that it’s her, keening so loudly that a poor bird in the tree overhead startles awake and takes flight.

It had taken maybe two minutes tops. He’d barely even had a chance to touch her.

“Ben,” she whines, struggling to corral her single remaining brain cell into something like verbal coherency. “I can’t believe you made me wait this long to do that.”

Ben groans and swipes another long lick over her folds, making her squeal in oversensitized protest. She tries to slam her legs together but his hands pin her open effortlessly, claws prickling at her thighs as he rumbles out a dangerous sounding snarl.

She relents with a gasp and he plunges his long tongue deep into her cunt. It’s a strange stretch, not as firm as her fingers, but it sends sparks firing behind her eyelids in a way she can’t quite rationalize away. It builds up slower this time, leaving Rey lingering on a nearly painful precipice until her protests turn into desperate pleading and chanting his name.

She rolls her hips, riding his tongue. Ben rumbles encouragingly and his hands pull her closer, so that her clit grinds up perfectly against his snout again. Her skin feels superheated despite the cold, sweat building behind her knees and at the small of her back, burning from the inside out.

Ben stops. Rey screeches and nearly kicks him, thrashing as her entire body clenches with thwarted pleasure, but no matter how she yanks at his head, she can’t manage to drag him back where she wants him.

Instead, he sits up and looms over her, licking his lips to get the last glistening smear of slick from his fur. There’s a manic fire in his eyes that arrests all her flailing and her cursing, trailing off into a nervous tittering.

He reaches down and Rey follows his hand with her eyes, to where he’s shoving at his shorts down, tucking the elastic waistband beneath his heavy balls to reveal an absurdly large erection.

It’s huge, of course, because he’s huge, but she’d already known that part. It’s also flushed red enough that she can see it through the darkness, and the head is tapered strangely compared to a human. A slight swelling at the base of his cock makes her whimper, her cunt already aching in some combination of fear and need.

Ben yanks her legs apart again and tugs her closer, trying to line them up. Rey’s eyes widen.

“Hey uh, I don’t know about this,” she says, swallowing as his cock comes to rest against her pubic bone. The size difference is… stark. Her clit throbs and she gasps. “I really don’t think that’s going to fit.”

It would be different, if he were human. She knows, logically, that she can take a human-cock, but he is definitely not human, in size or in shape. Her cunt seems less concerned with the logistics, releasing another dribble of slick as he ruts slowly against her lower belly. He must have done this on purpose, pulling away and leaving her so messy and desperate that she’d let him fuck her.

It’s absolutely working.

Ben whines, his ears and tail drooping, pinning her with the saddest puppy eyes even as his cock leaks precum onto her skin. Rey groans and lets her head drop back, those ridiculous fucking bunny ears flopping around somewhere above her disheveled hair.

“Okay, okay,” she says, because she is an idiot who can’t resist Ben Solo’s big, brown eyes no matter if he’s human or wolf. “Just — be careful, okay? And if I need stitches tomorrow, you are coming with me to the health center to explain yourself and you’re holding my hand and—”

Too eagerly, he reaches down again and takes himself in hand, lining the tapered head of his cock up against her entrance. Her heart leaps and she sucks in a deep breath to brace herself.

The tip slips in deceptively easy, but the stretch is still enough to make her whine and flex her hips. It doesn’t hurt but she can feel every single inch of his body pushing into hers, splitting her open, making room for himself. She’d never known that she could feel like this, like she’s so full of his cock she can barely breathe.

And still he keeps pushing, determined and relentless. Rey can only clutch at his furry arms and squirm, not quite trying to get away but desperately trying to find a position that’s less overwhelming. It pinches, burning a little, and Rey winces before reaching between her legs to rub the pad of her finger around her clit.

She can feel how tightly stretched she is around him and it makes her clench down instinctively, drawing a startled gasp from both of them. The combination of pleasure and brief sparks of pain makes her vision waiver, whiting out behind her eyelids as she rubs harder at her clit.

The last inch of him presses into her and she makes a choked sound, dumbstruck by the way the swollen base of his cock stretches her just a little more than she thinks she can take.

Without warning, Ben releases one of her thighs so he can press his palm hard above her pubic bone, and begins the slow slide back out. Rey squeals, lost in the pressure of him inside and outside. She’s convinced that if she opens her eyes and looks down, there will be a bulge under the taut skin between her hip bones and lightning racing under her skin.

Ben pulls out until just the tip is keeping her stretched open, and Rey feels so miserably empty and wrung out that she tries to dig her heels into the backs of his thighs to pull him back in.

He fills her again with a single, hard thrust that she can almost feel in the back of her throat.

Just like that, the last of Ben’s restraint snaps and he fucks her properly, rutting her like an animal. He pants and snarls, gnashing his giant teeth as he strains into her again and again. Rey takes it, and takes it, drool pooling at the corner of her mouth, cockdrunk and mindless and reduced down to a single raw nerve.

She can’t remember anything before or after Ben Solo’s dick pounding into her. The only thing Rey knows is that she’s been entirely rearranged in his wake, and that the orgasm building like a wildfire might burn up whatever is left.

That’s Rey: consecrated and reborn by werewolf cock.

Ben ducks his head and snakes his tongue beneath her top again, dragging along her nipple and over her collarbone, and that’s all Rey needs to shatter.

She comes with a cry so loud that they can probably hear her back on campus but she can’t bring herself to care. There’s no shame left in her. Her spine arches and she floats inside her own body, aware only of the pleasure that won’t let her go, winding higher as Ben frantically chases his own release.

A low, crooning howl is her only warning before his hips stutter and he comes in a hot rush, filling her up with what feels like an endless amount of cum.

She braces herself for him to pull out, for the inevitable emptiness, but instead he shoves closer, deeper, and that swollen patch at the base of his cock pops inside her with a slick, wet sound.

Her poor, oversensitive cunt twinges at the intrusion, and more so when it grows even larger. Heavy limbed in her post-orgasm haze, Rey just grunts and kicks her legs in mild reproach as the thick bulb of his cock presses against a soft spot inside her that makes her see stars.

Rey shifts again, mumbling something like a protest, and her half-closed eyes snap open when she realizes she can't move her hips.

Because they are stuck. Pelvis to pelvis. Cock to cunt. Hermetically sealed pussy.

“Ben,” she says, slow and full of warning, “did you just — knot me like a damn dog? How long are we going to be stuck like this?”

Ben's ears flicker towards her and then away, lowered back against his head. He's still coming, or at least it feels like he is, his cock twitching where it's trapped inside her. Her belly feels heavy with the amount of cum he's pumping into her.

The guilty way he avoids her gaze confirms that yes, apparently werewolves have knots. Twilight fans everywhere, rejoice.

Restless, she tries to move her leg and yelps when her sore cunt reminds her that she's currently stuffed with something very large and very hard. He doesn't seem to have softened any, despite his clear discomfort over her reaction.

“Stop,” he grunts, more growl than word. He grips her thighs to keep her from wiggling again, and then carefully rearranges her legs so he can drape her knees to one side, rather than splayed uncomfortably wide around his hips. “Good?”

Good is a strong word but her hips don’t hurt anymore and Rey realizes that she doesn’t hate it. It’s kind of nice, actually, almost like enforced cuddling. His fur is soft on the backs of her legs and his hands are gentle as he restlessly rearranges her to his liking. One of his huge hands passes over her lower belly, pressing and prodding, and she shivers when it puts pressure on where his knot is lodged inside.

“I’m okay,” she decides eventually. “Just don’t move too much. How long are we going to be stuck like this?”

Ben shrugs, apparently more interested in the way her folds are stretched around his dick to pay much attention to her questions. She lets him play, feeling like the human equivalent of a werewolf squeak toy when he rolls her tender clit under one clawed finger and draws a gasp out of her.

She’s barely aware of the passage of time, caught in a limbo between pleasure and discomfort as he continues to play with her body. She feels hazy inside of herself, her thoughts sluggish, and it’s only when she feels him start to slip from her cunt in a rush of fluids that she comes back to awareness with a jolt.

“Oh!” Rey feels loose and empty in his wake and she squirms, pressing her thighs together to dispel the sensation. “Ugh, Ben, I’m going to make you carry me out of here, I hope you know that.”

Ben croons and gently rearranges her legs again, so that he can crawl up her body and nuzzle his wet, chilly nose into her neck. She giggles and tries to shove his head away and he only snuffles closer, snorting and sniffing loudly against her skin until she’s flailing and laughing so loudly that it echoes around under the autumn trees.

One of his hands sneaks down between her thighs again and her laughter dies on a sharp moan as he circles her clit with one large finger. Her breath catches and she lets her legs fall open; clearly, he isn’t done quite yet.

“Alright,” Rey gasps, already aware that she’s going to let him do whatever he wants, because she is hopelessly gone for him. “But now you’re carrying me out of here and you’re gonna buy me like five bags of discount Halloween candy tomorrow. The good stuff. And—”

Ben drags his teeth gently over the curve of her shoulder and Rey forgets everything else she’d meant to say.

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Rey wakes up with the morning sun, squinting and confused. The birds are singing. The autumn air smells sweet and spicy. The leaves overhead are brilliantly red-gold, swaying in an unseasonably warm breeze.

She is covered head to toe in werewolf jizz.

Startling, she shoves herself upright and immediately regrets it when her body reminds her that no, the night before had not been a dream and yes, she had let Ben Solo fuck her with his monster dick, and she is definitely going to need to skip class today.

Bleary-eyed, Rey tries to push her tangled hair back out of her face and discovers that somehow, in defiance of all laws of physics and because the world likes to laugh at her, those absurd bunny ears are still on her head.

A problem for future Rey. Now, she glances around herself in search of Ben and finds him curled up on his side right beside her. His back is broad and pale and decidedly human, covered in little beauty marks instead of fur, and still wide as a refrigerator. He’s still wearing those fucking athletic shorts.

Rey smacks his shoulder. “Hey.” He grunts at her so she smacks him a little harder. “Hey, I was serious about making you carry me out of here.”

Finally, Ben groans and rolls towards her, slinging his arm around her legs in the process and snuggling in close to her bare hip. Bare, of course, because the entire lower half of the cheap bunny suit/leotard monstrosity Rose had forced her into is in tatters. He mumbles something indecipherable into her skin and follows it up with a sleepy kiss.

It’s unreal, the effect he has on her. Her heart does a funny squeeze in her chest and she can’t help but card her fingers through his hair with a fond smile. She is, to quote Rose, down so bad for this dumb boy.

He cracks an eye open and peers up at her with that unbearable, puppy-dog expression that has already gotten her into so much trouble. Rey purses her lips to hide a smile. “Can you get up? You have a lot of explaining to do, wolf boy, but I’d like to be wearing pants when you do it.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad that you and your friends are the actual worst at keeping secrets? Or mad that you wouldn’t fuck me until you turned into a big, fluffy monster? Or that I won’t be able to sit down for a week—”

Ben bites her hip, making her yelp. “Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me now.”

“Is this some sort of werewolf imprinted-mates thing?” Rey means it as a joke. A ‘ha-ha, remember Twilight, how silly would it be to take that seriously’ sort of thing.

But Ben’s eyes go wide and he freezes, like he’s been caught stealing a steak off the table. His grip on her thighs tightens. “Uhh…”

“Wait.” Rey feels her own eyes widening. “What?”

He pushes himself upright and she’s briefly distracted by the way his tricep flexes from the effort. And then by his chest. And then by the tendon in his neck. Ben clears his throat to regain her attention and he’s smirking when her eyes snap back up to his face.

“I can explain everything,” he says, a little too quickly, and lifts a hand to push her tangled hair back behind her ear. “I’ll take you back to the house. Make you food. You can meet the other brothers—”

“The ‘Frat Pack’?” Rey teases.

Ben’s chest flushes mottled red. “Uh, yeah. I didn’t come up with that. That was Hux.”

“Sure.”

“Anyway, we all just kind of hang out at home the day after a full moon. No classes or anything. So you can stay as long as you want.”

“You might regret that offer.”

Ben kisses her before the last syllable can even make it past her lips, swallowing down her self-deprecating quip before it can grow real legs. He keeps kissing her, all tongue and graceless hunger, and Rey finds that she can’t even mind because she kisses him back the exact same way.

“Never,” Ben says fiercely against her mouth. He pushes to his knees and then upright, scooping her up into his arms as he goes.

She rolls her eyes at his goofy grin but clings to his neck and buries her own smile in his chest. “Yeah, okay, fine. Food first, weird werewolf stuff later.”

As he carries her out of the woods, as his pack of dumbass friends whoop and holler at them while Ben scowls and tries to hide her body with his, as a rather rumpled looking Rose flings an oversized pair of sweatpants at her, Rey has a ridiculous thought—

Operation Frat Pack had definitely been a resounding success.