Among the Peonies

It's gettin hot in here

He slammed the door shut and locked it with one hand, holding me with the other. His growls were constant. As soon as we got home he carried me up to our room.

"Blade," I said softly, "please say something." He stared at me. His eyes were wild and crazy.

"You're mine," his voice was the roughest and deepest I had ever heard it. I almost moaned from the sound and the words. I clenched my jaw and swallowed to save some face.

He peeled off my freezing, now damp clothes and carried me to the closet where he put one of his t-shirts over me and tugged on some light pink panties. He said nothing and was shaking in anger as he carried us to the bed. He set me down like a was a fragile artifact and began pacing, pulling at his hair. His arm suddenly shot out, punching a hole in the wall between the bedroom and the closet.

He screamed a cry that sounded so angry and torn and some emotion I couldn't describe. I ran to him instinctively.

"Blade," I whispered, placing my hand gently on his shoulder blade. He growled, but it held a completely different tone. He whipped around, picking me up roughly and throwing me on the bed. He climbed onto me with hungry eyes and I'd be lying if I said I didn't have the same expression.

He kissed the mark on my neck, grazing his teeth on it. A shot of pleasure struck me like lightning: white-hot and searing. I withered under the disabling heat in my body.

"Say it," he growled out behind clenched teeth and between torturous kisses.

"What?" I managed to spit out, the words jumbled in my head as I could only feel.

"Say you're mine."

He stared at me for a long time.

I giggled nervously. "Stop," I drug the word out as I tried to wiggle out from under him, any baby-making hormones completely choked out by my own awkwardness and shyness. As I flipped onto my stomach to army crawl away, he pushed me down, growling warningly in my ear. I froze.

His hands were rough and big as they traveled over my body like he already knew it like the back of his hand. I bit my lip. "Don't you try to leave me," his growl was a definite threat as he snaked his hand up my inner thigh. My back arched in suspense, when realization struck me and I bucked him off and rolled around until I fell off the bed. I grabbed a shoe from the floor and held it up intimidatingly.

"Bad boy," I glared.

His eyes held a sick, dark amusement. "What are you gonna do? Spank me?" he smirked like the demon he is. I glared at him. He let out a sick laughter, "oh don't tell me you didn't like it," I glared harsher. "You want more; so much more." With every word, he inched closer, and my breath heavied. "No one else can make you feel like this," he growled at the thought. "I can feel your body crying for more, Babydoll," his words were soft, drifting into my brain like a worm. His hands slipped over my hips and forced my body to be flush against his. Every instinct in me wanted to have him surround my senses and to be-

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.

I opened my eyes, not knowing I had closed them... Or that I had tilted my head to him in a begging way to take me... Or that I nearly dropped the shoe. I looked up at him as he began to pick me up and set me on the bed, every one of his instincts telling him to please me. His eyes were black with a different hint as compared to when he was mad. I snapped out of it, feeling the most disappointment and sadness and pain when I tore myself away from him. His eyes seemed to turn a darker shade and he stood menacingly. He growled constantly, a warning. I held up the shoe.

"Don't come any closer," I said shakily, backing up as he stepped closer.

"Don't tell me what to do. And don't fucking tell me to stay away from you. You're mine," he growled out, his voice increasing until it was a roar.

I looked around. I had backed up until I was about ten feet from the door. I whipped my head back around to the looming man slowly coming for me.

"HIYA!" I threw the shoe at his face and took his flinch as a time to run I bolted out of the door, laughing maniacly. I ran to Butters' room. I knocked crazily. It was opened almost immediately. I ran inside and slammed the door shut, catching a glimpse of a raging werewolf storming down the hallway.

I locked the door and pressed my back flat against it, giving Butters' and her mate a nervous smile. The door was banged so hard it nearly came off the hinges and threw me to the floor. Apparently Bumblebee noticed I would get hurt if he simply knocked the door down so it went quiet.

"Open. The. Door," he growled slowly, in a tone I had never heard him use. It made me cripple inside.

"N-" I started, but was cut off by Butters' mate.

"Yes, Alpha." My gaze snapped to him. His and Butters' eyes were completely glazed over, like they were controlled.

"What?! No!"

He came to the door and I kicked him away. He removed me from the door softly but firmly. Placing me with Butters. He opened the door and bowed to Blade. I glared at him.

Well, I tried to. But as soon as I saw him I fell to my knees with a searing need that made my stomach clench. I cried out a sound I had never heard myself make and Blade roared the same sound in a different, more masculine way.

"She's in heat."