WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT! You have been warned! ^_^

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~ Nikkitosa

Tame me

The nice smell of freshly brewed coffee fills my nostrils and wakes me up immediately. I let my right hand travel to the other side of the bed, in hopes of finding it still occupied by a certain male. Unfortunately the spot is empty, but at least still warm. Cracking an eye open I find Dyson sitting on one of the high chairs and smiling at me from behind his cup of steaming coffee. Moaning I push my body slowly up into a sitting position and gently stretch my stiff muscles. For a few seconds I just sit there, sulked a little bit and partially dozing off, until Dyson's badly masked laughter reaches my ears making me tilt my head his way and frown.

"What?"

"Nothing." he's still giving me that goofy smile of his, a strange twinkle in his eyes.

"Just so you know – when I'm my normal self I wake up in a far better mood and appearance." my gruff voice makes the wolf chuckle.

Slipping out of bed I drag myself to the bathroom, where I can enjoy my morning grogginess in peace.

After a few minutes I exit with my face washed and my long white hair stowed in a side braid, falling down my shoulder. Still with only my T-shirt on, I walk around, firmly deciding that since I'm going to get woken up in such a mischievous manner, I may as well give him a piece of his own medicine, just in a higher dosage.

Swaying my hips in a seductive manner and giving him a nice view of my bum every once in a while as I 'innocently' bend down to pick up my stuff, I soon hear him groaning and moving away. Still with my back to him, I follow the sound of his fast approaching steps, already knowing what he'll do.

In a single motion he spins me around without tugging at the chains and firmly pulls me flush against him. By instinct I put my hands on his chest, stopping any further movement from fear of tangling at the chains. Yet the wolf is unwavering in his intention to at least make me tremble under his touch just as much as I made him. As he is about to have his way with me his phone rings and he growls in irritation. His mouth captures mine in a searing kiss, all the meanwhile the little machine fiercely fights for his attention. The unceasing ring makes Dyson growl once again before stepping away, a promise in his filled with lust eyes, before snapping his phone open in such a harsh manner that for a second I thought the poor thing will break in half.

After a series of rather short and curt answers, he hangs up and runs a hand through his curls, making me bite my lip, a sudden desire forming deep within me. He notices this and his eyes follow the movement of my lips as I once again gently bite into them. The smug smile and the gleaming eyes make me want to once again rip away those damn chains and grab Dyson by that hair of his and pull him into such a kiss he'll be left panting and hard under me. As if reading my thoughts the said male growls and takes a few wide stokes, melting away the distance between us until we are breathing the other's air.

"Do you have to go?" I whisper as my eyes follow each and every line of his face, mostly staying on his lips.

"Unfortunately." he says and cups my face. "Will you manage without my constant watch?"

I smirk at his irony and tip-toe so that I can reach his lips. The kiss is gentle and warm but soon grows passionate and heated, making my insides curl and tingle. Moaning against his lips, I pull him as close as possible without the chains turning into a painful obstacle. Eventually we part, both panting, and the previous twinkle in the wolf's eyes is now a full-grown fire, destroying everything in its path.

"Hmm… you'll be late, detective." I breathe against his mouth before capturing his lips once again.

He moans against me, returning the kiss just as passionately, before pulling away and gently caressing my face.

"You want to ruin me, don't you?"

I lean into his touch and close my eyes for a second, marvelling at the way his fingers make all my nerves tingle in a nice way.

"I may as well be." I whisper and look at Dyson's gorgeous eyes from under my eyelids. "You may never know."

With my feet dangling from the kitchen island, on top of which I'm currently positioned, I feel new specks of energy returning with each and every sip I take from the bottle of blood. Despite its rather strange taste and the lack of freshness, it still manages to sate my rumbling stomach. It's the abrupt ringing of my phone that snaps me out of my trance and I look around from my convenient and strategic position, in hope of spotting the buzzing machine. Soon I see it, perched on the end of the desk, dangerously traveling towards the edge. With a swift jump, I land on my feet and stride quickly to it, grabbing it a second before it falls.

"Yes?" I manage to keep my voice nonchalant and mostly disinterested.

"Allice, it's me." Trick's soft timbre from the other end makes me become a lot more interested in the conversation.

"Yes?" this time there's hope and worry mixed in my still rather gruff voice.

"I have it." is all he says and I can feel his excitement through the phone.

"Where are you?" I ask while putting on my jeans.

"At the Dahl."

True to his words, when I listen closely, I hear the distinctive noise of the filled bar. Quickly putting the phone between my shoulder and ear, I throw a few things in my bag and head for the door.

"I'm on my way." with that I hang up and open the front door.

Then close it and walk back in, fetching my shoes from under the bed and quickly putting them on. After that, finally ready, I exit Dyson's apartment, excitement and anxiousness almost making me run.

Soon I find myself entering the Dahl and almost running into a pair of bleached blondes that are swaying dangerously on their high heels, all the meanwhile giggling at something the male between them said. He gives me a nasty look when I stop in front of him, not making an attempt to move away and let him pass first. Eventually he pulls one of the bubble-heads to the side, almost tumbling her over, and I move ahead. As usual, the bar is filled to the brim with various kinds of Fae, most of which are here to find a nice one stand rather than to have a pint of beer. Frowning at the sudden harsh impact with various scents, not all of which pleasant for my delicate senses, I quickly stroll to the bar and nod at Trick. He sees me and tilts his head towards the lair. I go downstairs, letting him deal with his customers, and sit in the same armchair I sat the last time I came down here. Gritting my teeth while taking off my jacket, I can't help but notice just how hot I have been feeling these past few days. 'With that man near me, my self-discipline has been put under one hell of a test…'

Like on cue images of half-naked Dyson start flashing in front of my eyes, and soon I start to fantasise what it will be like to finally have him, all raw and passionate.

The clatter of heels brings me back to the present and I look at the entrance. Down the stairs comes a pair of high heel boots, to which I smirk.

"Bo." I great her with a nod, to which the Succubus responds with a smile.

"How have you been doing?" she asks and comes near, sitting at the sofa.

"Fine. Dyson has been taking good care of me." I tell her and notice the flicker in her eyes by the mentioning of the wolf's name. "He's really carrying and, I admit, I didn't expect that from a shifter."

"Yeah. He's a sweetie." Bo's smile tugs at her face, but doesn't reach her eyes.

Before I get the chance to ask her what's wrong Trick comes down the stairs, his own smile beaming. Deciding to leave it for another time, I concentrate at the task at hand.

"So?" I urge him the moment he comes close enough.

"Bo." looking at his granddaughter, I can't help but feel amazed and shocked when she pulls a key out of her bra.

My question is in the form of a raised eyebrow.

"I asked her to fetch it." is Trick's simple reply.

"But why? You don't owe me anything." I look straight into her hazel eyes and search for any hidden motifs but there are none.

"Because I don't like seeing people in pain. And you helped an innocent, risking your own safety. It's noble of you." this time the warmness reaches her eyes, making her look even more beautiful.

"Thank you." I mouth at her before sitting down and allowing Trick to look at the lock once again.

"It looks like a perfect fit. Shall we?" I nod at him, anticipation almost not allowing me to sit tight, my fingers fiddling with the jacket in my lap.

The key enters the keyhole easily with a low click, which makes all of us go tense. Now even the slightest tug may result in lethal damage, so I try to contain myself from flinching. Giving me one last reassuring look, Trick's eyes once again concentrate on the task at hand and he rotates the key until another soft click comes from the mechanism. Gulping I look at Bo, in hopes to read what's happening through her facial expressions. Yet the brunette seems mostly worried and anxious, almost afraid, which doesn't help much.

"Maybe once again?" she offers and her grandfather nods.

The key rotates once again and I grit my teeth, almost expecting searing pain to show up. Instead a rotation of wheels and a sudden movement of the mechanism echo in the deadly silent room, soon followed by the unlocking of the clasp around my neck.

"Pull it off." I squirm at Trick, who is just gaping at it.

"Are you sure? It looks rather stuck…"

"If it wasn't silver I'd pull it off myself. Hurry before it locks again." I user him and he nods.

Grabbing a firm hold over the clamp, Trick pushes it away from me, finally setting me free. As expected the skin underneath it immediately starts bleeding and blistering, making me almost want to itch it, but I stay still, allowing my friend to remove the chains. One after the other he takes them all off, pealing layers of my skin alongside with them, making me hiss, but my happiness of finally being free is far greater than the current pain, so I ignore it as best as I can. Soon in my feet there's a pile of silver, all covered in dried blood and patches of burnt skin, and I can't help but victoriously jump over it, smashing it in tiny pieces.

"Do me a favour and destroy this fucker." I glare at the crumbled chains and barely contain myself from hissing at them, as if they're alive.

"Will do. If you want to clean up…"

"Nah. I'm going back to Dyson's. Thanks for the help Trick." after throwing on my leather jacket I pull the bartender in a tender hug.

"You too, Bo. I'll be eternally grateful to you for your help." I smile at her and bow my head in appreciation before walking away.

It's around sundown when I return to Dyson's apartment once again. My earlier return was a rather short one as I only showered and changed my clothes. Now, after running some errands around the city and satisfying my hunger up to a point, I look around the still empty apartment. 'How about a nice dinner?' I wonder and a mischievous smirk tugs at my lips.

This time it takes me less to get all the things cooking and to prepare myself since my strength is gradually restored and there are no chains restraining me. With a sense of achievement I lay down the table and quickly change into a nice a pair of tight-fitting leather pants and a tank top with a nice cut in the back, revealing my tribal tattoo. The white nest on my head this time ends up in a nice high ponytail, for once its strands straight and not wavy. And as the perfect finish for my outfit I put on a nice pair of stilettoes that not only make me taller and slimmer, but also give me that alluring and dangerous aura.

By the time everything is ready I hear Dyson's footsteps approaching and smirk. As expected, he's a little bit late, which gave me enough time to decorate his dish better.

"Welcome back, Dyson." I greet him, the clatter of my heels making him immediately snap his head my way.

"They're gone." he whispers and I nod, his enthusiasm and smile giving a radiant glow to his face.

"Indeed. And I made dinner to celebrate it." I gesture towards the table and turn around, intentionally giving him a nice view of my naked back.

"It looks delicious." the sudden huskiness in his voice makes me wonder whether he is referring to the food or to me.

Either way I smile and shoo him off to the bathroom where he can take a shower and change before joining me at the table.

This time dinner goes by a lot faster, most of the time it's me talking and him listening. After some time I realise that Dyson has been keeping quiet apart from the occasional nod and that somehow unnerves me. So putting my glass of wine down and swiping my hair around my other shoulder, I fold my hands over my chest and lean back, clearly indicating that I'm listening to whatever he has to say.

Noticing the sudden change of demeanour, the shifter raises his eyes at me and quivers and eyebrow my way.

"Something seems to be bothering you tonight. Care to share?" for once my voice holds a nice and even timber, not giving away any emotion.

"It's nothing." the answer makes me frown and narrow my eyes.

"It's something since it has you shutting me away so straight-forwardly." I muse.

Dyson's frown makes a smile sneak on my face before dropping the dark look and simply giving him a reassuring smile. Yet he keeps quiet for a minute or so, before putting his fork down and whipping his mouth with the cloth. Unintentionally I bite my lip, as my eyes trace the outline of that gorgeous mouth of his, sudden desire appearing between my tights. His smug smile snaps me out of my ogling; either way I imperturbably meet his gaze. The fire in his deep blue eyes is the only indication about what's spinning in his head at this very moment.

Without bathing an eyelash I rise up elegantly and go stand next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder and bending down just enough so that I can whisper in his ear.

"Whatever has you so tensed up, champion, allow me to ease your stress." my voice is soft and alluring, and while speaking my lips gently touch his ear.

His reply is a small growl and before I know it he's up on his feet, one of his hands wrapping my hair around it and tugging back while the other sneaks behind me and traces my naked back. Our lips clash passionately as he pulls my body flush against his, allowing me to feel not only his hard muscles but also his evident arousal. Moaning in his mouth, I let my hands travel over his body, one going up in his curly locks while the other sneaks under his shirt and explores his hard abs. Arching my back and successfully rubbing my hot centre against his, I know I'm playing with fire that may come to burn me if I push too hard. Yet something deep in me tells me to stop worrying and just enjoy.

Pulling away from the other so that we can take some needed gulps of oxygen, I look up in Dyson's eyes and notice how much denser their colour has turned by the raw desire swirling in them. Giving me that smug smile of his, he suddenly takes a firmer hold of me and with a slight bend successfully throws me over his shoulder, as if I weight nothing. Squealing like a school-girl I place my hands on his back and try to push up and away, but he shakes me lightly, indicating that I must stay still. With a frown, and obviously feeling mischievous, I lower my upper body back down and after setting my hair free from the firm hold of the ponytail, my hands sneak down the male's broad back and tug at his shirt. Lifting the material up, my cool fingers dance over his hot skin, gently gliding over it before my nails dig slightly, leaving small red marks. Dyson hisses and unexpectedly pats me across the bum, making me yelp. Huffing and eyeing his behind, a smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth before with a single movement I bury my hands into his back pockets and gently squeeze his firm ass. Instead of a reply he lifts me up and literally throws me on the bed. Bouncing up and down for a second, I huff and shake my head, allowing the pearly tassels to fall across my body in a seductive manner.

The hunger I spot in Dyson's eyes makes me bite my lip and move my hands up and down my body, successfully exposing more flesh for his searching eyes. When that dominant aura gets thicker and a low possessive growl vibrates in his chest, I can't help but moan and let my slim hand to travel under my tank top, pushing it up. In a flash Dyson's on top of me, his body nested between my spread legs, and his lips once again finding mine. The battle for dominance is short-lived, as he quickly shows me who'll be pulling the reins now. 'We'll see about that.' I purr when his hot mouth travels down my jaw and neck and occasionally stops to bite gently at the skin and then suck. It takes me a while to realise he's probably leaving me hickeys, literally marking his territory, yet somehow that doesn't seem to bother me. It's as if the beast in me wants to be claimed by him, to be subdued to his will. The thought itself of wriggling underneath him has my body reacting as expected and my womb contracts sweetly, my lower regions already wet and awaiting, inviting him. Dyson groans against my neck, his teeth grazing the flesh ever so slightly before he pulls away, only for our lips to meet once again in a heated lip-lock. He groans when my teeth gently nip his bottom lip.

"If you are so keen to bite, I may allow you, but at a certain prize." I whisper against his ear, my hot breath fanning across his messy hair.

The only reply is his low and vibrating growl, which I take for agreement. Rising enough to pull his T-shirt over his head, Dyson allows me to admire his nicely shaped chest and abs. 'I'm such a sucker for abs…' My hand once again traces his body as I sit up as well so that my own shirt can go. The black fabric slips off of me in an instant and I'm left with my chest bared for the wolf to see. Yet with the proximity between us and the fact that I hungrily capture his lips into mine, he only manages to steal a glimpse at my girls before I press them firmly against him. The contrast in temperature has me purring and wanting more of his heat.

Soon his lips resume traveling down my body, sprawled on the bed. The heat that swirls deliciously through me makes me painfully aware of how much I desire the man currently playing with my breasts. Yelping when he gently nips at the delicate flesh, I burry my hands in his hair and tug, pulling his face back up towards mine where we passionately locks lips. This small and efficient diversion is enough for me to spin us around and end up straddling the male. A wolfish smile tugs at my lips as I look at him from under my thick eyelashes before bending down and starting planting small kisses down his jaw and neck. And while I pay special attention to a special place on his neck where I can feel his pulse, my hands snake down between our bodies and start fiddling with the belt of his jeans. Successfully unbuckling it and unbuttoning the garment, I pull my body up enough so that I can see the flash that skips past the wolf's eyes. A victorious spark flashes in my eyes before suddenly Dyson's face ends up buried in my neck, his hot mouth having found once again that sweet place that makes me tremble and moan from pleasure.

"Dyson…" whispering his name like a prayer, I once again let my hands run through his hair.

"You smell so alluring… I can't stop bathing in your scent…" his husky voice sends goosebumps down my back.

A smirk tugs at my lips and a low purring sounds echoes in the vast room. In an eye blink he rotates us to that he's on top once again, his jeans suddenly gone. The wolfish smirk on his face acquires a mischievous glint when in a single movement he not only unbuttons my won jeans but also pulls them down my legs. Somehow magically my shoes have disappeared along the way, but that thought melts away the moment Dyson kisses the place right above my now soaking wet panties before literally pulling them down my legs with his teeth.

A small hiss vibrates through my chest as I can literally feel my whole body growing tense with desire. And the fact that Dyson's stubble tickles my now parted thighs as he kisses the inside of my leg has me arching my back, a low throaty moan skipping past my parted lips. The pulsating need makes me trash around, desperate for release. Up until now I hadn't realised how much I desire the shifter and how deeply my craving for him goes. It's like I'm an addict and he's my personal drug, making me succumb to his will without any effort.

"Dyson…" my voice is hoarse as I once again arch my back, my hands clutching the sheets for dear life, "Dyson…"

Like a prayer his name rolls off my tongue the more he nears my hot and dripping wet vagina. Soon I'm panting and would have pulled away from his teasing, weren't it for his strong hands gripping my thighs. It all gets too much when his mouth finally finds my soaked centre and his tongue enters with a swift motion.

It's my body's natural instinct to want to be pleased, since we are as sexually active, yet given my kin, I'm even more insatiable; the fact that Dyson deprives me of my release on purpose has my lust getting fuel by a wild rage that threatens to wash over and drown the last remains of rational senses and take rains.

"D-Dyson…" I stutter and howl lowly when he gives my pulsating core a sensual lick, "Dyson!" this time there's a certain urgent note lingering in my voice and he senses it.

And decides to straight-forwardly ignore it, finding joy in his current occupation of having me wriggling underneath him, dripping wet and moaning, and most of all – completely at his mercy. Somewhere in the back of my mind my inner beast snarls at his impudence to make me halt my release, yet a more wicked part has already started to collect the last remains of my still functioning thoughts, forming a plan of action, which will get the wolf howling underneath me pretty soon.

"God, I'll make you pay for this!" I reel off before two of his long fingers enter my vagina in an easy motion and curl, making me moan.

There's a deep and animalistic growl erupting from the male as soon my body starts to contract around his digits, a powerful wave of pleasure spreading throughout my whole body and making my toes curl. My vision blurs as I arch my back, driven by ecstasy at the sudden release, and Dyson's strong hands are the only thing that holds me rooted to the present.

A soft breeze over my sensitive skin has me trembling, a meow-ish sound skipping past my lips before I open my eyes, only to find a mess of golden curls blocking my line of sight. When he plants a series of kisses over my delicate neck I reward him with a soft purr, before burying my hands in his hair, admiring its softness.

"I hope you are ready to pay, champion…" I murmur before pulling him up so that our lips can meet.

From a small and delicate peck, the kiss soon grows into a passion filled lip-lock and then into a fierce battle for dominance. Yet to the wolf's dismay, I once again trick him and spin us over, so that I straddle him. While keeping his mouth occupied, I allow my still dripping and sensitive centre to rub over his hard member. Dyson groans and his hands grab my buttocks, yet his conflicted feelings towards my teasing don't let him to neither stop me, not urge me on. His inner turmoil allows one of my hands to sneak between our bodies and trace his hard muscles once again, the coldness of my tips making his heated flesh prickle. A groggy laugh ripples in my throat as all the experience I have accumulated throughout the ages surfaces; my skilled fingers start doing their magic, traveling up and down his skin, occasionally down his shaft, all the meanwhile my mouth teases his neck and chest. The soft clicking sound of my fangs appearing is muffled by the shifter's groans and moans as his body grows tenser by the second. When the sharp tips of my canines graze his skin he gives a croaked moan, his back arching slightly and his hands grip me with a force that would have bruised me, were I human.

"Allice…" his deep voice has grown husky from the build-up desire to ravish me.

Humming lowly I once again capture his lips with mine, admiring the taste of his mouth and the way he keeps on giving whenever I come for more.

"Are you finding you punishment deserved?" I breathe against his lips, while our eyes clash.

"Yes." he groans, his lust making the blue come out a lot denser.

He grips my ass firmer and pushes my body down towards him. With a low smirk I bend and place a chaste kiss at the corner of his lips, as my lower regions make a sudden dive and once again shamelessly rub against his hard member, bathing it in my wetness.

"Are you regretting your actions?"

My pelvis is making small circular motions, with sudden bends and rises, all with the sole purpose of making him lose his mind.

"No." he grits, his eyes flashing at me.

A lustful smile graces my features as I rise up, completely distancing my body from his, making him growl warningly.

"I hoped so." my whisper is swallowed by his hiss, as I suddenly lower my pulsating centre and allow the tip of his member to enter me.

Dyson's back arches before he springs up and buries his hands in my long silver hair, pulling my face closer to his.

"You. Are. Driving. Me. Insane." his fractional rasps are in tact with the rotation of my hips. "God." the growl sounds more feral than human and makes me wetter than before.

"Kiss me Dyson!" before I even manage to complete my command his lips catch mine, his tongue seeking entrance immediately.

Unconsciously my lips part, yet my fangs are still there and before I get the chance to retreat them, Dyson's tongue gently runs over, as if testing whether they are sharp enough. Of course, he cuts his tongue and hisses, yet doesn't pull back. Our tongues clash and now I not only can feel my own taste lingering, but also the metallic tingle of his blood. This explosive combination has my predator senses reawakened, the beast in me now barely keeping still. Rocking my hips back and forth, my own self-control starts to slip by.

"Mhh…" moaning I pull back enough so that I can rest my forehead against his, our eyes locking.

That's when I go for the dive; Dyson's member slides in my awaiting core and fills me to the brim. Once again I fight against my instincts and keep my eyes open so to marvel at the man under me and the emotions that skip past his gorgeous face. Our shared moan resonates in his big apartment and for a whole second nothing but our panting can be heard.

It's me that starts moving first, going up and down and setting my own pace that's sporadic and shifts between slow and sensual to rapid and uncontrollable. Back on his back, Dyson tries to keep his wilder and dominant wolf at bay; with a small growl I rotate my hips slowly, marvelling at the way he feels deep in me, before bending down and placing soft kisses along his jaw.

"Let it go, wolf." I whisper in his ear.

A feral growl is all I receive as a response before he spins us around and pins me to the soft mattress with his body. Panting again my ear, he seems to be taking the time to collect his thoughts, all the meanwhile successfully managing to rub at that bundle of nerves while thrusting in me, each and every time making me jolt and hiss.

"I don't want to hurt you." it's a clear warning that rings in his raspy voice.

"I'm not that easy to break. Now show me what you got, champ." I whisper back before my teeth trace the outline of his ear.

And just like that he pulls out of me, making me wince at the sudden loss before just as fast re-entering me, burying himself to the hilt with a low growling sound vibrating in his chest. Due to the proximity I can even hear his teeth grinding as he clenches his jaw. Soon the reality slips by as Dyson sets his own wild pace, for once allowing his other side to surface and his wolf claims my body as his property. The beast in me riles up and trashes as the pleasure builds up fast and threatens to drawn me; furthermore the scent of a dominant male in heat only makes me want to drive my teeth deep into him, not to feed, but to claim as well. The clash of two predators gives birth to passion and lust so mighty that soon we are both lost completely in the sheer need to bring the other to their climax. My moans and Dyson's grunts and growls are accompanied with the sound of skin colliding with skin and the low creaks of the bed that seems to be unable to keep up.

In a heartbeat I rotate us once again, and without breaking the pace, start riding Dyson with confidant and strong trust, making him hiss and the different angle I offer. Grabbing my hips is the only way he manages to impose his own will, and pulls me even harder against him. Rocking my hips up and down, using my congenital speed, I soon feel the knot in my lower stomach becoming even tighter.

"Dyson..." my low whisper is all the said male needs before he sits up, not even once breaking the pace.

Pulling my body flush against his, our foreheads touch, our hot breaths mix and I can't help the fact that my vampire side slips in. Immediately my fangs elongate once again and the black veins around my eyes pop out. Frowning and wanting to shy away, I turn my head to the side, yet Dyson will have none of it.

"Look at me!" he growls and I look at him.

Only then do I notice the fact that his face has changed as well – his features have become sharper and his eyes have changed, the irises having turned into two glowing yellow discs, and the white into black. Yet I can't admire at the wolf peaking behind the mask of a man as my upcoming release has me closing my eyes and moaning. Completely in Dyson's mercy once again, he uses what seconds we have left to place his forehead against mine, his hands wrapped around my waist and moving my body while mine are buried in his hair.

"Bite me…" the words almost slip past my keen ears, yet I manage to grasp at them.

My eyes widen and my mouth opens to argue, yet a harsher pull from his side results in a swift change of the pace and instead of an answer, I moan and arch my back.

"Do it!" he growls before our lips clash for a second.

After a few more thrust I feel my walls contacting around his member, my release seconds away. With a single glance I ask him if he's still into me biting him and the flame in his eyes is the only answer I get. Seconds before my release wracks my body, I lick the place where I'll bite, making Dyson moans. The sweat drips down his body, and the saltiness of skin makes my taste buds tingle. A thrust later, I feel that the time has come and my fangs sink into his neck, the hot blood pouring into my awaiting mouth. Immediately both of us come, overwhelmed by the sensation of the other.

Instead of feeding off of him, I only take a single gulp before pulling away and kissing Dyson on the mouth, his own blood acting like an aphrodisiac for both of us, as the strength of the sensation drowns us in its bliss, a white heat spreading like a veil around us.

Panting we both fall down, our bodies still entwined, with my head resting on the wolf's chest. Shutting off all the sounds around us, I concentrate on the rapid heartbeat that reaches my sensitive ears, using it as a mean to sooth my still slightly trembling body.

A decent amount of time must have passed before I finally raise my head up and look at Dyson's face. He seems either passed out or fast asleep; either way his angelic face holds satisfaction, only achievable after a good sex marathon. Smirking at that thought, I carefully free my body from his embrace and sit on the edge of the bed, with my hair falling freely down my bare back. The moon casts its soft light in the room, bathing it in a creepy milky hue. 'I bet my hair looks white now…' the random thought skips past like a fleeting butterfly and soon melts away.

A soft groan snaps me out of my thoughts and I look over my shoulder, only to notice a pair of blue pools staring at me unhappily under halfway closed lids. It's evident that the male grumbles against the distance I have put between us; his halfway waken mind battles the sleep, and with a single gesture he invites me back to his embrace. Without even wavering I sneak under the sheets. The warm that radiates from him immediately lulls me, alongside his steady heartbeat. Placing my head on his chest, I snuggle closer than originally intended, but when he tightens his hands around my shoulder, I go as close as almost literally getting back on top of him. With a satisfied purr Dyson closes his eyelids, preparing to go back to sleep. My sudden movement startles him, but before even voicing his thoughts, my lips end on his in a sweet and gentle kiss. Immediately he responds and his hands tighten around my naked body, bringing me even closer. Pulling away with a pleased sigh I place a small peck on his cheek before once again cuddling close to his body and allowing my tired senses to shut down and rest.