A/N:: I realize Peter might be on the OOC side, but surely you'll forgive me? Some errors are intentional. Adds to the effect. Also, I like 'unfluffed' as a word, so I'm keeping it as such.

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Chapter One

Kaia shuddered the moment his fingers touched the soft skin of her hip, a light moan slipping past her lips as his tongue worked its magic. Every muscle in her body loose and ready for the moment he would stop teasing her. She moaned once more, his tongue tickling a sensitive spot, and her fingers wove into his fly-away hair and held on tightly, pushing and tugging with the ebb and flow of his masterful tongue.

"A-ahh... Peter," she groaned, writhing under his hot mouth. His hands groped and toyed with her breasts, fingers flicking her soft nipples, tongue delving between the folds. A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips and he dragged a hand down her chest and belly, delighted by her quiet though high-pitched moans, and gave her one last lick. She huffed and arched her back, practically begging on her hands and knees. So to speak. Peter grinned a wolfish grin, hungry for the very thing he denied himself earlier that evening.

His eyes washed over her for a moment, drinking in her begging form. She was a petite girl, thin and healthy, though scarred; One long scar from the bottom of her soft left breast to the top of her belly button and another smaller one crossing it from rib to rib. She had yet to explain it. Her hair was long and a deep chestnut brown, accenting her green eyes and freckled face. He couldn't keep himself from grabbing a handful. She mewled, her breaths heavy and loud.

"Kaia..." Peter started, taking in the hot scent of her sex. She was beautiful underneath him.

"P-Peter..." she hissed, biting her lip when he pulled her hair. God, she loved it. She wanted more, so much more. She wanted to feel his sweet breath on her skin once more, taste him, feel his hard length enter and exit her, filling her to the brim at a constant speed until she could no longer grasp the world between her tiny fingers.

He leaned over her, pulling a thin leg over his shoulder. "I love you," he growled. He was hardly good with words or admitting things and Kaia knew it. Her green eyes stares needily into his blue ones and she smiles a begging smile, to which he only poised himself.

'Oh, hoho... No kindness from me,' he thought wickedly, his lust and love mixing to form a dangerously sexy look in his eyes. He prodded her, pulled her hair, rubbed her in all the right spots, and nibbled on the crook of her soft neck. She smelled just so good...

"Peter, please," Kaia pleaded, but to no avail.

He poised himself once again, the tip resting on her hot, wet entrance. She groaned and once he let go of her leg, she wrapped both of them around his hips, urging him, pulling him. He bit her neck a little harder this time, sucking softly at her flesh as his fingers pressed that small button between her wide-open legs. Her efforts were next to useless. Still, he only prodded her perfect little entrance.

Kaia protested, her fingers tangled in his hair. She looked at him, her eyes half-lidded, and gave him her best glare, knowing full well the Romani prick was enjoying this. She could see it in his blue eyes.

"Hurry up and fuck me, Peter."

He arched an eyebrow and sniggered. "Well... Fine, if you want it so bad." Peter wasted no time. He buried himself inside her in one fell swoop, his lips finding hers in the efforts to hush her airy scream, massaging her breasts in soft, gentle circles. She whimpered a long whimper into his mouth, waiting for him to remove himself even though she desperately wanted him more, his tongue playing with hers, no mercy given.

"Ah-ahhh, oh, god," she huffed, moaning and groaning in relief and displeasure alike as he pulled himself out of her. Kaia breathed heavily against the shell of Peter's ear, her teeth defiantly nipping at his earlobe. He smirked to himself and thrust back inside, catching that sweet moan in his ear, finding an even pace. Her nails scratched at his back and arms as she held onto him, hips slowly coming to roll into his as they became one with each other.

They breathed heavily, grunting and moaning as their bodies swayed in the heat. His hips barreled into hers, thrusting hard and quick like a man would beat a drum and the sweet sound of his name on her lips filled his ears. He latched onto a breast, nibbling and suckling, forcing a loud moan from her. Her back was arched, belly pressed against his chest, breasts encircling his face.

"P-Pet- Ahhh..." she moaned out, hardly able to pronounce a damn thing, let alone say it without interruption from one of her moans. The man thrust inside her and quickly pulled out, much to Kaia's surprise, and pulled his head up to see her body splayed out before him, hands firmly on her hips. He couldn't keep himself from drinking in her beautiful, sexy form, his length getting to be of sore hardness.

"Kaia," Peter growled, longing and the pain from his erection underlying tones in his voice. He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, a handful of hair tight between his fingers, and reclaimed her sweet hole. She was a tight one, he admitted, and even wetter. So much so he could smell it on her a mile away. He groaned, thrusting in and out as a manner of teasing and because it felt so fucking good.

The tiny girl underneath him moaned her loudest, clawing and biting at his unfluffed pillows to muffle her noise and give her something to tear into when her nearing orgasm hit. And it would hit her like a vicious hurricane hits a southern state. Peter plunged into her, loving her insides and caressing her outsides. He rolled her button between his thumb and index, rubbing and pulling at the sensitive bundle of hot nerves, all the while plowing into her. She could barely take it, hanging onto reality by a tiny, white hot thread.

The pleasure tore through her body with just one more thrust, and she moaned - nay, practically screamed - Peter's name, her muscles tightening around his erection, body shaking slightly with the power of her orgasm. And with each hard thrust, it intensified. She couldn't utter a sound, the world far from her mind in this glorious state of pleasure.

Peter grunted, huffed, groaned, and moaned all at once when she tightened, the action squeezing out his own fierce orgasm. He held her tightly against his chest, arms around her hips and chest, fingers digging into her skin like so many times before, hot seed bursting into her. His body shook with hers as they rode out their orgasms, tiny moans escaping between their breaths as they came back from that euphoric high.

He held her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She was his and his alone: the girl with no last name and brutal scars across her, hair like the warmth of the forest and eyes as green and lush as spring time leaves, a scent alike all the world's flowers and waterfalls all in one, and sex unrivaled. And he had her all to himself.

Peter nibbled on her neck, collapsing sideways with her in his arms. His fingers traced the slight puff of scar tissue along her belly and ribs, showering her neck with gentle kisses. She breathed and smiled, her fingers finding his curious ones and holding them tight. She knew he wanted to know. The scars on her belly were the only ones that he could see. No doubt his mind was too focused on pleasure and fucking to see the rest. For that she was thankful, but she knew she'd have to tell him eventually. And that would not be to-

"So," he drawled, resting back against his pillows, hand behind his head. "Where'd your scars come from?"

Kaia growled inwardly. Maybe it did have to be today, but she didn't want it to be. "Why?"

"Because they're fucking huge as balls. Just answer the question," he snapped, sarcasm and defensiveness mixing in his voice. His hand laxed in hers.

She hesitated, smiting the gods with their poor timing. Drawing a breath, she frowned and looked away, buckling under his tone. "I got them... when I was running," she started, unsure, lost, and angry. She didn't want to talk about it, let alone remember what had happened. It wasn't a good memory, by any stretch of the word, obviously. Why couldn't he just let her bask in the bliss of their sex?

"From what...?" he prodded.

"Y'know that thing - a vargulf, was it? - was chasing me through the forest earlier that day the killings first started," she replied softly, almost inaudibly. Nothing more could be said. She heard Peter's cool growl, irritation leaking into his voice. She would say no more, and he surely must've know that.

All was silent for a moment, save for their breathing, slow and thoughtful, contemplative and angry. Kaia wanted to move, get out of bed. The silence was bugging her. She let go of his unmoving hand and tried sitting up, only to be pulled back into his chest. "I'm sorry," he said, nuzzling her neck, fingers finding those scars once more.

"Don't worry about it," she muttered.

"How could you tell it was a vargulf?"

"A wolf typically eats what it kills. I stumbled upon the site of it ripping open a deer, fangs dripping with blood." Her voice was stoic and calm, carrying the slightest hint of sadness. "But, aside from the organs spilling out of the deer's belly, it had otherwise been untouched and when the wolf turned it's eyes onto me, I could feel it. Those beady, yellow eyes ..."

Peter nodded his head still seated in the crook of her neck, breathing slowly.

"I turned tail and ran, its jaws snapping at my heels. Thankfully, there was a ravine. I fell, and even though its jaws found my leg, the tumble took it in a completely different direction. The scars on my stomach and arms came from broken tree branches. The scars on my leg came from that wolf."

"So that's why you won't let me down there that often," he chuckled. That was quite possibly the only thing she didn't like about Peter: he always gave a sarcastic remark or made light of the situation.

"Asshole," she quipped, cuffing his ear.

Oh, but he caught her hand and climbed on top of her, staring down at her with his intoxicating blue eyes. He straddled her, holding her hands together with one above her head, his hand groping at the soft mounds of flesh on her chest. She shivered beneath him, goosebumps forming on her skin. He grinned at her.

"P-Peter, again, really?" she hissed, shivering once more.

"Hush," he commanded, lips meeting hers in a hard crash. He tongued the entrance of her mouth, pinching and pulling on her nipples.