Never date a Baurschwein. One rule that Max, as a blutbad, had to follow, never date a Baurschwien. He could date a Hexenbiest or a Mordstier, but a baurschwien was always off limits.
Max sat looking at the sleeping form of Olivia in her bed, they had been friends for a few months but last night everything changed.
He had kissed her, and it was his stupid animalistic urges, she was on her cycle and he wanted to do one of two things to her. Eat her or mate with her.
Movement interrupted him and he froze as her brown orbs meet his steely ones. She blinked then, turning red, rolled over to cover her head with her blanket. "What the hell are you doing in my house?"
"I'm sorry, I just had to see you and you're door was unlocked." He took a breath and hung his head in defeat, "You probably think I'm some sort of perverted stalker."
She nodded, she was gorgeous and he just wanted her, after all he could still smell her heat.
"It's my scent isn't it?" she wrinkled her nose, "I hate it during this time of the month because I feel like a blob of yuck an- ."
"But you smell really good," he said quickly, standing to get closer to her, his hands cupping her face. Olivia's gentle blonde curls bounced as she jerkily sat up.
"How much did I drink last night?" she groaned as he gave her a glass of water and asprin. She thanked him, her bright blue eyes glittered with amusement as he ran around tiding her place up.
"I remember you kissing me, and something to do with a table," She stood and stretched arching her back and letting him get a eye full of her svelte body.
Max shuffled and stood in front of her, "You danced on the table," he looked at his hands, God he was such a girl, "I really liked it."
She stared at him for a moment before laughing so hard, she had to lean on him, "I'm glad you liked it, but you are the most cowardly Blutbad I've ever met."
That set him off, his arms shot out and grabbed her slim waist, pulling her roughly to him. She gasped when colliding with his hard body, surprisingly turned on by his deep growling.
"I'm am not a coward, and you are never going to dance for anyone but me," he pressed his lips to her and heard her squeak. He forced her mouth open and slid his tongue inside. She tasted so sweet and felt wonderful wiggling against him.
He was brought to his senses when she whimpered, he let her go and stepped away.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He backed away before he could smell her again and lunge.
She stepped forward and placed her hands on his shoulders, tip toeing and kissing him back. They gave into their inner beasts.
His hands found her waist and neck as her fingers tangled into his dark brown hair. Her mouth and lips scratched by his stubbly chin, her hand sliding across his shoulders and rubbed his neck.
She pulled away and walked to the kitchen with a smile as he walked up behind her and engulfed her in his powerful arms. "You are in heat and just got me excited we are not ending this that quickly." Growling to get his point across he pressed into her to make her feel him.
Moaning and Nodding, she laid out on the table, looking up at him with dark brown eyes. "Well are you going to rip my clothes off and take me or will I have to rip your clothes off and take you."
"I think dating a Baurshwien will be interesting." Max chuckled as he gently undressing her.
"Yes and think, next time you can put an apple in my mouth." A groan escaped his lips at that thought and pulled off his clothes. Now this was going to be fun.