HOWL

26

Assume everyone would betray you and you would never be disappointed

"It's been a while since you visited" Tamara pushed him to the bed then went down on her hands and knees and began stalking him like the way a predator does to its prey when it wants to pounce and devour. But this was done for seduction.

She pushed the stray hairs that had fallen on her face to the back of her ear, "I was starting to think that you would never show up again"

"I didn't know you missed me that much"

Tamara scoffed, "Of course Ulric, I did miss you"

Leondre chuckled, his laughter was low, He had forgotten the sound of his fake name,Ulric. He leaned away from the bed and towards her. Their lips merely a hairsbreadth away, "You did?"

"I did" she whispered but he was close enough to hear her. Their eyes lingered on each other for a while but hers flickered to his lips and back. She leaned in much closer to him but he suddenly pulled back.

"Tell me something Tamara" His voice had suddenly gone from being teasing to serious in a blink of an eye, one that she wasn't used to since Leondre's motive of visiting the brothel was only for a night of intense pleasure.

"What's wrong love? You sound–" she watched him, studied his facial features and when it was clear that she wouldn't be getting anything from  it, she stopped and scoffed,"You sound like there's a fire in the rabbit's hole"

"Do I?"

"Yes" She stood up from the bed, her plans of trying to seduce him had flown out the window. Leondre had definitely ruined her mood but she wanted to have him inside of her even if it took her answering his questions, anything to get him to worship her later down there.

She walked to his side of the bed and while she did so his eyes followed her every movement, watching her like a hawk. She sat on his laps crossing her legs on both sides of his waist while he rested on the wall. He eyed her up and down, blood flowed through him and stooped at his core, he cursed himself for wanting to disturb what would have been a blissful moment, "What is it that you wanted to know love?"

She leaned into him, her breath fanned on his right ear and she placed a kiss on his neck. At the touch of her lips on his skin, his hands grabbed her waist, she took it as a signal to go ahead and began rocking her hip against him but he held her still. She was unable to continue her hip movements. Her face dropped, she could see that he was clearly not in the mood for some foreplay.

"Remember that night I saw you at the tavern?"

"Don't tell me that you are jealous, Ulric"

"Believe me Tamara, I'm far from that, so tell me"

"About what exactly? Oh I get what you are trying to ask, the tavern is very well known here, did you know that they recently changed the lights there. The vintner too had been changed, it turns out that he had lost his touch with wine. The wine seller isn't into women–"

"Tamara" Leondre wasn't ready for her long talks that deviated from the matter at hand, "I'm being serious"

"You have to be more specific love"