Burning Desire

Dakota

For a moment, Dakota allowed himself to get lost in the scent he was pressing into his nose via the vampire's palm. His eyes closed, his mouth parted, and his whole body burned with the desire to smother itself entirely in that smell. His breathing continued to come out in small pants, and his heart was beating so fast that he swore anyone within a ten foot radius could probably hear it. It wasn't until Zachary began moving did the canine finally open his eyes again. Pale blue orbs shot down to look at their feet, watching in mild concern as the vampire shuffled forward and pinned him against the tree he'd previously been leaning on. Not good, not good, not good, not-

"I said piss off, don't-" The brunette cut himself off as cool lips pressed themselves to his neck, another menacing growl rumbling up his throat and his icy blue eyes narrowing dangerously. Despite this, his body betrayed him by taking pleasure from the act, a shudder forcing its way down Koda's spine and goosebumbs raising to the surface of his tan skin. Curse this damn heat... Lifting both of his hands to grip at the vampire's shoulders, Dakota was about to shove the man backwards with what little strength he had left, when a sudden sharp pain caught him off guard. Eyes widening, a small surprised groan slipped from the werewolf's lips, his grip on Zachary's shoulder's tightening immensely as his mind tried to process what had just happened.

Heat pooled down from the bite and into his lower regions, his body taking this as a sign that he'd just been marked by a mate of some kind and preparing his body for what was surely to come. To make matters worse, Koda could feel his body reacting in more ways than one. Aside from his body betraying him with arousal, he was now losing control over what little self-composure he had left. With another soft groan, the brunette felt the familiar sensation of two pointed and fluffy ears lifting from his messy hair.

The tingling near his tailbone meant the other appendage that showed up when his instincts too over - his tail - was not far behind and would likely be sprouting up in another minute or two. He was lucky to be away from the city, but not so lucky to currently be in his most weak state in front of his lifelong rival. Gritting his teeth as Zachary retracted his fangs and looked up at him, Dakota glared at the other male and flattened his ears against his head. "You asshole... Do you have any idea what you've just-" The wolf began to snarl out, losing all train of thought when those cool lips closed the small distance between them and pressed against his own.

For a few seconds, Dakota's sole reaction was to stiffen up while his hazy brain did its best to process what was happening. They were... Kissing. He was kissing a vampire, a filthy bloodsucking leech... And Zachary was kissing him, a werewolf, someone he'd called 'dumb dog' or 'mutt' more times than the brunette could count. Pushing on the other man's shoulders and growling angrily into their kiss, Koda was determined to end this before anymore lines were crossed, but all his squirming was unfortunately in vain.

Attempting to wriggle free from the pinned spot he was in, the wolf managed to somehow wedge his leg between Zach's. This wasn't an issue at first, but it certainly became one when his hips brushed up against the man's thigh. Inhaling sharply and faltering with his defences, Dakota couldn't help himself as his body moved on its own accord. Rolling his hips downwards, the canine broke the kiss forcefully and leaned forward to shove his face into the crook of Zach's neck to muffle the pleasured sigh that escaped him. Fuck he was aroused, and so damn hot, and dizzy, and frustrated, and - and- why did the vampire have to smell so damn good?!

Releasing his hold on his rival's shoulders, Koda dropped his hands to the other male's waist instead, holding onto him firmly and pulling him impossibly closer. Releasing a satisfied noise at their new proximity, Dakota ignored the fact that his tail was now swishing eagerly behind him and instead focused on how sinfully good it felt to be rutting against the vampire's thigh. It topped any other time he had ever felt pleasure in his life, which would be downright humuliating if it weren't for the fact that his body could care less and was simply following instincts.