-WARNING 18 + Sexual Content ahead! Find the * to skip the portion or read it at your own discretion. Enjoy!-
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He didn’t respond, too busy kissing and nibbling a trail along the nook on her neck. Her heart could stop the excitement of him initiating something further than a kiss. She was regrettably looking forward to it. Even moving her head to the side to allow him more surface to defile, it was crazy. The sound that came from her were desperate sighs, later curling her fingers through his hair and she started to feel him suck at certain spots. He was good at finding certain spots that were more tender, biting her lips to definitely keep her little sounds to herself. But he did not need those sounds to sense that she was struggling.
Don’t be easy! Make out and call it a day! Even though her mind was set on this goal, her body betrayed her with all the squirming. Her legs were wrapped around his waist just to grind against him, inviting more things to come. He responded just as eagerly, a large hand sneaking underneath her tank top till his hand found itself on her sensitive mound. She failed to put on a bra last night and held her breath when her nipple felt his palm. By Thor , you did this on purpose...you horny bitch...
She tuned out her rational thought, the primal side of her taking over even when it was for her best interest. The way his index finger rubbed the circle on her left nipple till it was erect. This made her eager for more of his touch. He pulled away from the sucking of her neck, she wouldn’t notice the marks left behind until it was too late. He didn’t let her think, claiming her panting lips with his own. It muffled her desperate calls for more, flicking her hard nipple just rough enough to get her reeling. She swears there isn’t anything else he can do to drive her insane. But she didn’t consider that he was very willing to do much more than touch her, licking his lips after the kiss as if he was hungry for way more. “I believe it is your turn to be petted.”
“Leas...”She whimpered, so very powerless beneath him, feeling the control leave her body the way he touched her. Especially when she can feel his prodding member beneath the damn checkered-patterned pajama pants. *
He eventually grew bored of her tank top, ripping it off and over her head and leaving her bare. She didn’t cover herself, not at all shy about it. But the way he froze at the sight of a tattoo of Thor’s hammer and the head of a wolf-Fernir-on the bobble just above her left breast made her nervous.
She felt so extremely self-conscious, covering her tattoo with the palm of her hand. Then trying to make up an excuse, as if there was an excuse to explain in the first place. “Hahaha! Don’t mind the tattoo! It... was my first tattoo! I didn’t think....it would mean anything.”
“Hmm...” He relaxed his features from the original suspicion, pulling her hand away just so he could trace along the etched artwork with his fingertips. The touch made her shiver, but this shouldn’t be a strange reaction, she reacted the same with all his tattoos. “A mark of a warrior of wolf descent.... right?”
This made her lose her voice, gaping from his accurate guess. Then clapped her plump lips shut by the way his eyes roamed over her tattoo. But he didn’t stop with this guess, something about her mark made him go back to what he knew about it.
“Fenrir is an unfortunate god...He was the child of Loki.... The other gods feared him for his strength and trapped him in a silken thread just enough to pierce a sword through his maw. His saliva became a river named ‘Hope’...my elder would say those who drank from ‘hope’ gained his strength and likeness ....” His eerie prediction made a shiver run up her spine. How does he know that part!?
That’s what some religious bigots have theorized about their origins of the werewolf kind. It was not put in text for mortals to protect their werewolf kind.
“HAHA″ she forced a laugh, covering her bare chest up after losing all interest in pursuing their romp. “Like werewolves!? You are being silly! I just got this tattoo cause it’s cool...”
Smooth...Nea.
“Nea...?” He raised a brow at her sudden outburst, his smile vanished. An expression she didn’t like seeing at all, not when they were having such a good time.
He’s a mortal! He has no way of knowing for sure. But he had his own otherworldly side to him. Who knows? He probably knows what a werewolf is and yet he made no attempt to accuse her as one.
Angered by her anxieties, and how he could perfectly ruin such a fun moment, she pulled away from him. Leas looked hurt but he wasn’t going to stop her, too kind to ever force her into anything that was uncomfortable. Very much like the first time they nearly gobbled each other up. An angry sigh escaped her, “Sorry...I’m...not fond of this tattoo...It wasn’t the best decision I made...and you reminded me how much I despise it.”
And how I can’t be with you...
“I’m...sorry.” She felt his touch on her bare shoulder as if about to bring her into an embrace. A hug she doesn’t feel like she deserved, dodging it by standing.
“Hey, don’t worry... I am just hungry, so let me eat some breakfast....and get some much-needed coffee...”
“It’s....” He couldn’t hide the pained look on his face, the only thing she could do now was not stare at him for a while. It hurt just as badly to see him distraught. He’s bound to recover, especially when he answers, “It’s...11:47...”
“Oh...then lunch it is.... let’s get ready!” She forced a smile, trotting over to her backpack and dragging it to the bathroom. She has only two goals right now, freshened up and to avoid the awkward situation that they are in. Once again, her guards fly up before she can enjoy herself. Because these feelings she had around him reminded her of what happened to her last partner. But even then, no one can make her feel this way. No one had caused her this crazy attraction, a deep-seated desire that surfaced and leached onto Leas.
An obsession worse than anything she had ever experienced in her long life. All she can think, talk or dream about involves a certain giddy freckled-faced man with a soothing voice.
As she inspected her face, she thought seriously about an Englishman five hundred years ago. Did he ever bring on these crazy sensations?
Not even as a lovesick pup at the time, that mortal did not cause her to feel so desperate for a union. A union that killed a bit of her every time she turned away from him, every time she denied herself.
She swears her inner wolf whimpered and licked at her wounds at the end of this mental warfare. Her skin pimples at the desire to change her form, Idonea slapped her face with the flat end of her palm to shake this feeling away.
“Stop it....” Idonea snarled determined to not to be caught again in that childish situation. She is getting control back the longer she waited in this bathroom unlike the last time. Which begs the question that maybe she was just that ill prepared before? Her eyes widened when she noticed three darkened marks on her neck, recognizing what they were.....
That...sexy bastard gave me hickies. Werewolves have incredible healing prowess. Bruises like these will heal in a few hours. That’s the problem, it will heal too quickly to be perceived as normal. Leas placed her in another awkward position.
“Helvete...” She rummaged through her things, hoping to find a scarf or handkerchief that she could wear the rest of the day. Make it easy enough to excuse herself, would even claim that she was embarrassed to flaunt their last failed attempt of the two back beasts. It would be just as true as saying she needed to hide her healing abilities.
She found a polka dotted red scarf, one she used to wrap her hair while working out. Now she wrapped the gaudy scarf around her neck, it does not match so well with her gray t-shirt, but it will have to do. When she was done getting dressed, she paused at the door and thought how easy it would be just to stay in the bathroom. She braved to leave eventually and was not shocked to see Leas had already dressed himself.
He must’ve given up on waiting for the bathroom and the pained expression on his face was replaced by a rather neutral grin. He wore a fitted button-up blue collared shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Blue denim jeans that had a few faded spots on his thighs and the hemming. The same shoes as yesterday, by the backpack size alone, he did not bring another pair. His gaze floated her way when he heard her exit the bathroom, a smile still on his face but not as talkative.
Was he feeling guilty?
Leas did not indicate so, seeing the scarf around her neck made him walk up to her. His closeness made her throat constrict, expecting him to do something else entirely.
Instead, he fixed the scarf on her neck, so it was more centered. “It was sitting a bit lopsided.”
Blinking her yellow eyes, it didn’t make sense why it would bother him that her uniform wasn’t exactly neat. Till the next words confirmed her suspicions.
“Makes you look less like you are trying to hide a hickey...” The playful grin plastered on his face and returned all of the flirtatious energy that she had grown to adore begrudgingly.
“ Hickies! Meaning more than one....” She griped, turning away to hide her reddened face as red as her gaudy scarf.
“Oof. I am a bastard alright! If you want...” His arms snaked around her from behind, bringing her body taut to him. His face got so close to the left side of her neck it was making her dizzy with all the desire pent up in her body. “I can try to match this side of your neck with the other.”
“Leas...” Her brow twitched, no longer hiding her annoyance and any unreasonable desire flushed down the toilet.
“Yes, my lovely Nea....”
“I promise that I will muzzle you if you do....”
“Kinky!”
He’s going to kill me with all the flirting!