Between Wolves & Doves

Chapter 35 The Feeding Hour

Nights when the moon was its full bowl of pearl instilled an odd sort of energy around Ranlor.

Iris could feel it. It prickles upon the air like stabbing icicles. That feeling that resides deep in the flesh of her belly - nestled far inside the meat of her. Quivering from within. Tensions knotted up her body and the air, so tangled with it, even more so did this mood take its toll on her husband.

It was like he was brimming at full capacity all day. Muscles so full and his skin felt too tight. She had a trained eye by now; she can see the strains on his persons. The grit teeth when he wants to gnash and snap his teeth and be impatient with Jomar. The marble set of his grit jaw. His eyes start to fleck with gold, little glimmers of light inbetween the swallow of their usual walnut brown dark. Like sun casting and catching in rain droplets across a wet window pane.

His veins singe with the newfound dark energies that run rampant in his blood. Hellfire starting to flush its dark unholy influence into his blood. He swirls with need. It cloys at the base of his throat like cologne. Iris can feel how he looks at her throughout the day; glimmers of heat prickle on her skin as the beast is given more and more reign over her husband. The gentleman in him is slowly and surely faded out.

It's how he looks at her neck when she speaks. Watches the blue veins flush and glug with delicious life. His breath quickens when she hands him a cup and saucer of coffee at breakfast and their hands brush. Electricity snaps into him and by god-

He wanted to swipe the table clean, crash every dratted porcelain spode plate to dash to splinters on the floor, and rip her bodice down, biting the dress with his teeth like a damned dog, as he spears his cock into her blazing slick cunt. Even if she wasn't wet enough to take him. She would. He wants to drink in her yelps as he shunts his hips to hers in a vicious thrust and feels her muscles forced to take him in. He wants to fuck her open and listen to her wail his name. Feel the holy fire sting of her nails raking into his skin. Stabbing his shoulders. His scalp. His arms. Anywhere, everywhere-

No things any Regency gentleman should be thinking, smiling like lucifer into his cup of coffee over the breakfast table at his darling sweet wife. When she sucks a spilled smudge of cherry jam off her thumb, he only just possesses the ability to swallow down his growl. His throat hurts and burns with it. His gums suddenly feel like two joined bands of molten hot metal in his mouth.

Lust. Hunger. Dark powerful things a girl was taught to flee from. Iris hugs closer into that dark. For it fascinates her.

He went out for his morning ride to feel the pound of the earth under Erland's hooves. He rode hard and heavy for hours. Today he kisses Iris like he wants to swallow her up. It's urgent and angry. He picks her up and twirls her around. Slants her across his lap. Kisses her like a passionate madman - because today and tonight he will be mad with such clawing animosity crawling at his every nerve - he growls and grunts into their kisses like some prepossessing caveman. He ate almost an entire haunch of venison at luncheon. Brute thick arms slicing up the dripping meat with ferocity. All his appetites stoked by it.

And now night has fallen, its bruising colours darken the sky fully. Nights in it's swift blow, falls heavy. No stars shine tonight. The moon is lost in a chunky swirl of chowder thick cloud. White glows the clouds where it lays. Hiding the moonlight from washing watery white over the forest. Iris is sitting in the window alcove of their bedchamber.

The exposed golden stone is cold and uneven against her back. She stole a crimson silk pillow from the bed and stuffed it behind her back. A midnight blue shawl she draped around her shoulders as a shawl. It's a light wool. Stitched with embroidered silver flowers. Kylo spoiled her with some shawls from a local dressmakers, who's fabrics and stitching was exquisite. A wedding present he had said. Keep her warm where he couldn't.