Feral Blood

Trickling Stream

The furs were easy to tug onto my body; basically two cougar furs stitched together into a dress, with two holes for the arms, one for the neck, and one for both legs. Beneath it I was still bare. The second fur he gave me was a sort of hood and shall; the grotesque face of a skinned fox making up the part that drapped over my head. Fluffy ears drooped despondantly at the sides of the head, making the whole look rather pathetic. 

The furs were warm enough against the stuffy air of the cabin and I peeled off the hood almost immediately after putting it on as it began to suffocate me in warmth. The fur-dress would be enough to keep me covered and a stable temperature. 

I tried to ignore Fenrir as he examined me while I dorned the clothes he had given me. His look was appreciative but reserved, as if he had erected a shield to mask any emotions beyond basic appraisal. 

I snorted, gaining his attention away from my bare legs. He met my gaze, silver pools tranquil for the moment. 

"I will sleep here, by the hearth." I demanded firmly. 

He chortled, "You will sleep beside me... in my den." his tone bode no compromise.

But I wasn't interested in compromising. I would get exactly what I wanted.

"I will sleep here, Fenrir." I said, this time, however, I added the sultry lilt of lust to my tone. I approached him, placing a slim hand against his bare chest, causing his pectoral muscles to twitch. I stared up at his face, watching his eyes swirl with indecision and lust. His nostrils flared, taking in my scent. "Please." I added in a whisper.

His nostrils flared suddenly and he snatched my hand away from his chest, but didn't relent in the grip he had on my wrist. "Witch." he rasped out, his tone accusatory. 

I was shocked at the sudden grip on my wrist and almost ripped my arm away from his grasp. I chuckled after my initial surprise wore off. A witch? Perhaps. 

He let go of me and sneered at my apparent amusement. "Fine, you will sleep out here, on the floor beside the hearth." he used the hand that had been gripping my wrist to indicate the spot beside the hearth where I would sleep. "But know this, Allegra... if you should try to escape, I will hunt you down and sever the tendens in your knees so that you will never think to run from me ever again."  He ended his threat by snapping his teeth in my face and I nearly jumped a foot in the air. 

Not one to be frightened into submission I grinned at him, flashing him all of my visible teeth and leaned close enough to breathe in his musky scent as I whispered against the skin of his chest, "I'd love to see you try, Fenrir." 

Slowly looking up to meet his gaze, I darted my tongue out to rasp against his salty flesh. A terse breath whooshed from his nostrils and his molten, gunflint eyes burned with anger. Something inside me bubbled with elation upon seeing his reaction; it loved seeing someone as domineering as him at a loss for what to do. 

I was slowly winding this alpha around my finger, and everything inside me was preening with the notion.

He took a step back, shaking his large head. Dark hair fell into his eyes, shielding me from their direct scorching properties. 

"I'll tame you soon, Allegra. You can't remain wild forever-- eventually every wild thing will break." He growls, before retreating into his den without so much as a backward glance.

I suppress my shiver, struggling to inhale on choked breath. I loathed what his words and his behavior did to me.  I hate that it affects me on such a primal level. 

But I will prove to him that my feral blood is nothing to spit at. It courses through me now, a low hum of ire and spite and wildness. It rages like a river, carving through the stream of domesticated wolf blood that trickles along with it. 

I know what I must do to prevent Fenrir from ever breaking me. 

I must dominate him as Alpha.