Crossroads

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short

Song : Florence and the Machine -  Howl

It was like time stood still. The only thing I could focus was him. My eager eyes took in his body. Sturdy shoulders, a firm chest that was flexing as he was breathing a little quicker than before, strong hands that were resting on his knees.

A low rumble came from him as he returned my attention with his own. I saw and felt his eyes igniting flames of desire as they roamed first my bare legs, up my skirt, lingered more on my breasts, stopped at my neck. He turned rigid, his gaze fixated on the spot where my shoulder started. My wolf was already on her paws, tail swinging, head tilting a little to the left, waiting. My own head moved unconsciously to the right, giving him a clearer view to the fair flesh, hair tightly secured on my head, nothing there to obscure his inspection.

He met my eyes with his own. Mine darken with anticipation, his glowed with intention.

He stood and extended his hand. "Come to me."

I felt my body shiver by the command. I didn't expect a little teasing to escalate things so quickly but I felt the pull to him stronger than before. My senses were overwhelmed by all that was him. I breathed his smell and my temperature was rising.

I gave him my hand and he pulled me to him. His other hand grabbed my waist with a firm grip, locking me in his arms. Without breaking eye contact he started to kiss my palm with light kisses, moving up to the inside of my elbow, gently licking with the tip of his tongue the soft side of my arm while caressing the outside, bringing my arm on his shoulder. He buried his head into my neck and both his hands were now holding me steady. No escape. I buried my fingers in his hair.

His mouth was moving slowly from the base, finding my veins and applying pressure on them. I stood a little on my toes and his neck came to my view. A new fire ignited inside me and I felt my canines starting to descend. I pressed my body closer and reached for him. His arms put pressure on my spine and I stopped my movement. His lips came to my ear.

"If we do this again, we will do it together" he sucked my earlobe sending new shivers through my body "but now is not that time" he continued to kiss me, this time with more fervor as he went lower to my collarbone following the path down to my cleavage. I grabbed his hair a little tighter and the hand that rested on his chest vibrated by low growls and and a steady heartbeat. He was in control of himself, guiding us through this ritual that was primary to our nature. I surrendered myself to the feelings.

He returned to my neck and I sensed the change in him. The next thing I felt was his canines digging deep in my flesh. Pain erupted through my body and my wolf howled. Unfamiliar emotions started running in my soul. Power, desire that was not my own. Invisible lines started to form in my mind, making my eyes close shut as if that would stop them. And then pleasure hit me like a ton of bricks. I loosened my grip on him, unable to hold anymore by the weight of what I was experiencing.

His canines retracted and he licked the spot he claimed. It soothed the sting and I tilted my head even further because it was calming and comforting. He growled his approval.

"Your scent is intoxicating" he said as he was running low circles with his hands on my back "you smell like wild roses and cedar and now you have something from me." I could tell that it pleased him tremendously, that added sense of iciness to my skin. I would give him the rose.

He brought his fingers under my chin, making me look into his eyes and with a sense of longing in his voice he said "Your turn."

I was feeling dizzy and drained from all energy but his words made my wolf come forward and demand her right to claim her mate. Her eagerness lit the fire again and my mind was suddenly clear and set on sinking my fangs onto willing flesh. With an aggressiveness I haven't known before, I pulled his neck down to my level and he lowered a little to accommodate me.