Chapter 11:

Hey, so here is the next installment to my ongoing story and it comes with a bonus. There are three chapters, yes three and not just two. Let me just say I was on a roll. I hope everyone is enjoying this story as much as I am enjoying writing it. Don't forget that I love feedback, the more reviews I get the more inspired I become writing these stories. Not to worry though, I won't quit writing them. I enjoy it way too much. I also like to give out my thanks to all of you for reading my fic's and posting your reviews. A thanks also goes out to that wonderful beta reader of mine not to mention friend, "You know who you are". Disclaimer: The movie Labyrinth nor any of its characters belong to me. This story and the characters of Emian, Damien, and Genard although do belong to me. For your reading enjoyment I give you chapters 11-13.

The Hunger

Chapter 11:

The wash room was filled with steam as Sarah sat, emerged within the hot water, her hair falling in wet locks about her shoulders and face. She felt that if she soaked long enough that maybe the disgusting feeling that lay within the pit of her stomach would go away. Eyes red from crying she bit her bottom lip tasting the warm water that dampened her lips. How could she live like this? If that Hunter did not bring her that kill like he did she was horrified by what she might have done. Sarah shuddered at the thought hating herself for being what she was.

Wolfen, she wasn't sure how to accept that she was now one of them. She knew that she was Wolfen but somehow she felt as if there was something different about herself, something that set her apart from other Wolfen. Submerging herself completely underneath the water she closed her eyes able to hear the thumping of her heart, the water closing out any other sounds. A flash entered her mind startling her from out of the water as she sat up busily wiping away the water from her eyes.

"Sarah," they whispered.

The water splashed out of the tub as she moved around to see where the soft whispers were coming from. Before her eyes another flash blinded her as she frantically wiped at her eyes trying to see her surroundings. Eyes focusing, she was met with the sight of candles surrounding the tub. A cold chill of air swept over her exposed skin before she sunk quickly back down into the warm water. Her body was trembling as she felt frozen within the water, her head being the only thing not emerged within its depths.

Warm hands caressed against her shoulders sending tingles down her arms and body. Soft warm air stirred against her ear as a familiar voice caressed seductively within her ear.

"You are beautiful."

Sarah shivered but not from being cold as she leaned back into the soothing arms behind her. Her body now half out of the water she moaned as she felt his hands moving slowly over her skin sending waves of fire throughout her being. Her mind felt foggy as if she was being drugged by the very sensations that was being sent through her.

Damien smiled against her ear as he gently kissed the skin just underneath her earlobe tasting her sweat skin. Knowing just where to touch, he was rewarded with a startled gasp as he reached just the right spot making her body shiver even more underneath his gentle touch.

She felt overwhelmed by lust as she felt his hands caressing against her wet skin. A low growl escaped her lips as she turned within his grasp, lips fiercely clashing with his as she pulled herself out of the water and up against his body. Eyes only half opened she purred against his lips as his hands moved slowly down her back.

The whispers were stronger as they called out to her, "Yes, he is yours as you are his. Don't think, just feel. Let go of self control, give into your desires."

Something wasn't right, something was very wrong, but oh how good it felt. His smell, she knew his scent. Eyes widening she looked to the man that she was kissing and pulled away sinking into the water as if it could hide her from his hungry, lustful eyes. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of control, her breathing coming now in gasps as she tried to make sense of what she was doing with him.

"Damien," she whispered, horrified, as he grinned wickedly and started towards her immersing himself within the water with her.

He lied on top of her his soaking pants being the only thing separating his skin from hers. Laying his weight on his hands as he lied them to the side of her arms she was trapped between them with no place to flee. Head bending, he tasted her lips once again enjoying the fear that erupted through her being. Fear and desire erupted through her, a pleasant mixture making him kiss her even more fiercely than before.

She couldn't push him away as her body betrayed her rational mind that begged for him to stop. Hands that pushed against his strong warm chest slowly started to lose its strength as she slowly ran her fingers downward then snaking them around his neck as she held herself to him.

He rolled over immersing himself within the water and her on top of him. His hands now snaked down her front feeling her breast beneath his fingers her body trembling in return.

Sarah stopped abruptly as she realized that this was Damien and not Jareth that was beneath her. She was completely exposed but it did not stop her from pushing herself off of him and out of the tub. Running to the corner of the wash room she grabbed for her robe quickly covering her exposed wet skin. Turning her eyes focused back on the tub but it was empty, Damien no where in sight the candles gone leaving her alone.

She sank to her knees, her body trembling from the lingering emotions that his touches aroused. "What the hell?" she whispered her arms hugging herself as she shakily looked about the steam filled room. It was a dream only within her mind but it felt so real. A knock at the wash room door quickly brought her out of her stare as she slowly rose to her feet.

"Sarah," Jareth called behind the door concerned for her as she had been in there for quite some time. He respected her privacy not wanting to disturb her as she took her bath. He would see her soon enough. He smiled at the thought.

"Yes," she weakly called, "I'll be out in a minute." How could she face him after betraying him like she did? How could she feel such things for someone other than Jareth, the man that she knew she loved? Looking at the large circular mirror that hung on the wall of the wash room, she peered at her flushed face concentrating on her eyes. They had changed, no longer met by dark blue orbs but now met with icy blue ones. It was strange, she hardly recognized herself from a few days ago.

Ringing out the excess water from her hair, she let her damp hair fall behind her shoulders allowing it to fall down her back. The thick white robe warmed her chilled body as she edged closer to the door. Timidly she lied her hand on the knob of the door, afraid that he would know what happened within the wash room just by looking at her. Sarah clinched her eyes shut deciding not to tell him what had just transpired. Taking a deep breath she pressed down on the knob opening the door.

As the door gave way and opened, her heart raced at the image of Jareth standing not too far from her. He was breathtakingly handsome, his scent invading her senses. She felt flushed with hungry desire and then came the guilt. Silently she mentally whispered to herself, 'Only a dream. It was only a dream.' Forcing herself to smile she slowly entered the room, her eyes locked with his as he did not hide the fact that he was admiring her scantily dressed wet form.

His eyes racked over her damp skin barely covered by the white robe she wore. His want for her growing with each moment that he stood within her presence. Jareth had to summon all of his self control wanting to briskly walk up to her take her in his arms and kiss her savagely. Smirking at the mental image, he instead leaned back against the bedpost meeting her eyes with his.

Sarah felt her cheeks flush at the way his eyes met with hers and had to look away. What to say? She was surprised when she found her voice to speak, "About last night…" Sarah bit her bottom lip not sure she wanted to go to that topic. What do you say to the Goblin King after aggressively kissing, groping and then biting him? She didn't understand it herself, let alone try and explain it, what she felt towards Jareth was a lot more different then what she felt towards Damien. With Damien it was more lust, an animal type attraction that had a tendency of taking over her rationality. But with Jareth there was desire mixed with a longing to be nearer, a connection, a sense of belonging, a want and a need to be with him.

Watching her carefully as she stood within his room, so vulnerable, so fragile, it was hard to believe how she had behaved last night. To tell the truth that side of her excited him beyond measure. She looked so innocent and in a way she still was. He found himself drawn to her, not able to stand the distance between them any longer. His fingers lightly running through her damp hair drying her hair as he did so he looked openly revealing his desire to be nearer.

Sarah looked to him seeing the love, the desire within his eyes, her hand reaching up to gently touch his face. Soft warm skin met her fingertips as she rested them against his cheek, her fingers tingling from the contact.

"Sarah, I don't regret what happened between us last night." He brought her hand to his lips caressing gently against her long delicate fingers, never once leaving eye contact. Slowly he leaned into her lips softly caressing hers as she returned the affection her hands resting against his chest.

The dream within the wash room forgotten, she trembled against his gentle embrace. She wanted to lose herself within his arms, to forget all that had happened to her since her arrival within the Underground.

Whispers in her mind, 'He'll throw you away once he's taken his pleasure.'

She tried to push the whispers to the back of her mind, wanting so much to give herself to Jareth. Sarah loved him, how could she think that he would do such a thing. Her brow furrowed as the whispers continued.

'You're a game to him. Once he's had his fun he will destroy you. He's the Goblin King, master of mind games and cruelty, do you really think that you can trust your heart to him?'

The mental words stung forcing her to pull away, eyes searching his as if they would tell her that her thoughts were wrong. Stepping back she forced a gap between them, body aching from the lack of his warmth.

The look on her face when she broke away made his heart wrench. Terror was clearly shown within her eyes where only moments ago shown nothing but love and longing. "What is it?"

Wanting to answer the words stuck in her throat as she felt someone at her side. Warm breath against her neck as he whispered in her ear, "Sarah, he will never really accept you for what you are. You belong with me, with your pack, we are your home. Their kind slaughtered our kind to the brink of extinction, do you really think that he won't do the same to you, that is once he's had his fill."

Jareth moved forwards only to watch her step back, she was trembling now, terror written within her eyes. "Sarah?"

Closing her eyes she wanted him gone, to leave her alone. She didn't trust his words, they spoke only lies, he just wanted her for himself.

"Do you really think that a royal Fae would want to socialize with someone who has to hunt and devour a fresh kill in order to regain lost strength? Sarah, you can't go back to what you were. You're Wolfen now, you belong with your own pack, with me." Damien grinned, as he knew that his words were weakening her confidence. It would not be long until her mental stability would weaken and she would give in to his pack's call.

Hands went up over her ears as she hunched over fighting against the onslaught of whispering words that echoed within her mind, yet seemed as if they were being spoken directly in her ears.

Jareth was at her side in seconds trying to pry her hands from her ears and bring her eyes up to met his. "Sarah, speak to me!"

Sarah fought against the coming tears hating the fact that what they were saying made sense. Looking up to the Goblin King she shrank back as Damien's face greeted her eyes, "No! Get away from me!"

His jaw clenched as she flung herself away from him her words hurting him more than he wanted to even admit to himself. He had allowed her to see his heart and now she was pushing him away, treating him as if she was sick of the sight of him. Straightening his eyes narrowed at her shaken form, "Sarah, you…"

"Damien, stop this! I won't listen to you anymore. You lie!" Sarah hissed not wanting to believe their words but knowing that they were probably true. Why would the Goblin King want a monster?

Jareth stared at her, his expression questioning. Her eyes looked glazed over, not really focused on him. Fist tightened as he realized that someone was casting a spell over her. Concentrating on his power he could now actually feel it surrounding and shrouding her being.

The hairs all over her body tingled as she felt a strange sensation in the air. Damien's words fazing out followed by the whispers. Head clearing she slumped up against the wall of the bedroom sliding down until she sat on the floor. She felt strong arms lifting her off of the floor leading her towards the bed where she sat silently, eyes focused on the floor.

Sitting next to her he grasped her hand in his as he pulled her chin up towards him, "What did they say?"

Sarah pulled away from his eyes in sham, "That your using me. That as soon as you have your way with me that you would get rid of me." Shakily she pulled her hand from his swiping at the freely falling tears that streamed silently down her cheeks, "How could you want me? I'm a monster who has to hunt in order to exist. I won't go to them but I won't hold it against you if you'd rather not be with me."

His hands pulled her face to meet with his, eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. "You are not a monster. Never think that, never believe that! I love you Sarah. If I was using you I could have had my way with you long ago. Do you really think that little of me? Do you still compare me with the villain that took your baby brother so long ago?"

She shook at his words, the sincerity scaring her to her very soul. He loved her, but how could he love her, he barely even knew her. How can she love him? Her head bent down in shame.

Jareth stood heart wrenching, as she remained silent, her eyes looking away from him. He had promised himself never to allow her to hurt him again yet he revealed his heart only to have her not see it. Not wanting for her to see his pain he started for the door not caring to use his magic to leave.

Sarah shot up from the bed grabbing his arm forcing him to stop, "I… don't go." She paused as he turned looking to her, her heart wrenched from the pain she could see within them, "I…love you too."

His heart soared at her words, the heavy weight that weighted upon his heart crumbling from those simple words. Words that he had waited for so long to hear. No more words were spoken as he pulled her to him, his lips meeting with hers as he kissed her with all the passion he had within his being.

Chapter 12:

His mind was in a whirlwind of rage as he was pushed back yet again by the Goblin King's power. Several curses left his lips as he smashed his fist painfully into a nearby tree. His stormy gray eyes flashed yellow as he was consumed by the need to have her near him. So close, he was so close and yet she still defied his callings.

Emian shook his head at his son's display, "Calm down."

"Calm down! Sarah is right now in the arms of that damned Goblin King. We have used the power of the pack to reach her and she still resists us." Damien was breathing hard as he felt the weight of the past several days heavily weighing down on him. Ignoring the other members of his pack as they watched him displaying his anger.

Emian sighed heavily, he understood his sons anger, knowing the hate that they all shared for the Fae and to have one of their own defying them for one of them…it was no wonder Damien was angered beyond measure. He was slightly surprised that his son was able to keep his anger in check as long as he had. He was indeed the future leader of their pack but still needed more to learn. "The seed of doubt has been set. Our power might have been cast out for now but we will try again when the moon is high overhead."

He had to close his eyes as he tried to calm the storm of anger that was building larger and larger within each passing moment that Sarah remained in the Goblin King's possession. The wolf within was stirring even more with the knowledge that his dominance over her was being threatened. She belonged to him and he wanted her more than anything that he had ever wanted within his entire life.

Noting that his son's anger was slowly starting to dwindle, he was ready to inform the rest of the pack what he had found out while they were in Sarah's mind. Running his hand through his short gray hair he looked to the others, "We have another problem that needs to be dealt with that endanger us and all our kind." Seeing that he had everyone's attention he went on, "It seems that one of the Hunters is still alive and with the Goblin King."

Damien stepped forwards, "Who?"

"My old friend Genard. It seems that for some reason he has yet met his end as we had thought." Emian's fist clenched at the memory of his old friend. He had trusted him only to have him betray and kill most of his pack. He had lost his first mate that dreadful day along with his five sons, it was a dark day indeed. That was a day that he had sworn his revenge on any and all Fae. They would pay for the harm that they had caused.

The rest of the pack looked nervously to one another, as the name was well known among their kind, a name that struck fear and hatred into the hearts of all Wolfen. Damien's nostrils flared at the hate that the name brought about within his being. So many slaughtered because of Genard's Hunters not to mention Genard himself.

Closing his eyes he clenched his fists at his sides, "If he finds out about Sarah's power before we can get her to come to us we are all doomed."

Emian looked to his son with compassion, "You know what has to be done if she does not come to us before that time."

Damien's head dropped down, eyes still closed, "I have to kill her."

Sitting at the window ledge that the Goblin King had a tendency to occupy Genard was in deep concentration as he sharpened the long blade of a sword that he had come to acquire the smooth rhythmic sound of sharpened metal echoing throughout the room. Soon he would face the Wolfen once again, it had been so long since he had to use such a weapon but it was a skill he would never really be rid of. With no magic he would have to use the Goblin King and Sarah for his own advantage.

Genard grinned darkly at the remembrance of Sarah's lung for him. It was indeed that she was well knowledgeable about what it was that he had done. It was an act that he frowned upon but one that he would do again if needed and it was needed. Pity that he would have to kill her anyway after he had used her usefulness to help him into finishing what he and the Hunters had started so long ago. She was a threat even if she would be the last of her kind. She could still bear children even a half bread would be enough to rekindle the Wolfen's numbers.

Examining his handy work of his blade he stood testing the sword's balance as he glided it skillfully through the air. How long had it been since he was able to practice his skill? It had been too long and he was itching for a match with a worthy opponent. A grin stretched about the corner of his mouth as he imagined that Jareth would probably be just the one he would have to use his skill on especially after he had taken care of Sarah.

The Goblin King could use his magic to kill him but it went against Fae law especially if the other Fae has no power. The only way that the Goblin King could kill him was if he had challenged him to a duel.

Passions were rising as she felt his hands wrap about her waist stumbling back towards the bed. The physical contact becoming more insistent as they continued they're kissing. Sarah gasped against his lips as she felt her back hit the bedpost stopping them from going any further. Her hands clumsily moved up under his shirt as she wanted so much to feel her skin against his.

He smiled against her lips as he felt her warm hands snake underneath his shirt. All too willing to oblige he willed his magic into action relieving him of his shirt. Slowly he moved away from her sweet lips making his way to her ear as he huskily whispered, "I want you so much."

Sarah leaned her head back as she felt his lips traveling pleasingly down the side of her neck, her hands tangling into his blond hair as she moaned in response. "Jareth," she called shakily not sure if she should be doing this.

In response to her call he moved them towards the bed lowering her down onto the soft mattress. Eye's meeting with hers, as he knew that she was a little nervous about what they were about to do. Slowly and gently he traced her lips with his fingers watching as she closed her eyes in response. Lying beside her he gently allowed his hands to travel downward towards the tie of her robe.

Fear, desire, want and need were all strangely mixed as she felt his hands lower. Sarah's eyes opened meeting his as he started to untie the tie of her robe. She swallowed as she felt the tie loosen her hands quickly going to his to make him stop, "I'm afraid."

Leaning into her he softly pressed his lips to hers. "I'll stop if you want me to," he whispered soothingly against her lips as he rose to meet her gaze.

She was visibly trembling wanting to continue but not sure that she should. Her body screaming at her for making him stop she hesitantly leaned upwards pulling him to her as she kissed him with need.

Allowing her to pull him to her he drew her closer to him wanting to be rid of the robe that kept him from fully touching her milky white skin. Knowing and understanding her hesitation he settled with being able to taste her sweet lips his hands drifting away from the tie that bound the robe around her body.

Pulling away she moved his hands back towards the tie of her robe, "Don't stop."

Her words spoke volumes her eyes revealing nothing but love and trust making him wonder if he really deserved such a woman. Eyes locking with hers he slowly released her from her robe as he leaned in to continue from where they had left off. She was breathtakingly beautiful as he felt her skin pressing against his, her body trembling underneath his touch.

She never wanted this to stop, never in her life did she ever feel so safe so right. His hands still moving downward as he continued kissing her on the lips her heart leaped as his hand sent waves of pleasure through her being. Any uncertainties that she had were starting to disappear as she felt her body racked with euphoria of pleasure.

Stopping he looked to her making sure that she wanted to continue. Seeing the desire and want in her eyes he leaned down kissing her gently as he whispered into her lips, "Are you sure? This will hurt a little."

Not caring about the pain that she knew that she would soon feel she was over run by the desire to finish what they had started. She wanted so much to be closer, to be one with Jareth, her love. Her hand came up cupping his cheek lovingly, "I love you."

No more words of encouragement needed to be said as he leaned his lips into hers. Slowly he moved over her, her gasp of pain as she lost her virginity making him look to her with concern. He kissed away the single tear that slid down her cheek as she smiled lovingly up to him.

The pain soon forgotten as they continued to love each other both lost within each other's embrace, the world around them long forgotten as they finally consummated their love.

Chapter 13:

Head lying on his chest Sarah smiled as she wrapped her arms about his waist loving the feel of him lying beside her. She partially wondered why the wolf part of herself did not appear during their lovemaking but was relieved that it didn't surface. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of what might happen if her wolf self did surface.

Head resting against the pillow on the headboard of his bed he watched Sarah as she wrapped her arms about him possessively. She was so lovely and even though he stole her virginity she still was such an innocent. Wondering what she was thinking he broke the long comforting silence to ask, "What are you thinking?"

Keeping her head against his chest she snuggled further into it loving the feel of his warm skin against hers. "I was just wondering if…" Sarah bit her bottom lip.

He waited for her to continue but received no further reply, "Wondering if?" he coaxed pulling her up to him as he kissed the back of her neck.

Sarah flushed at her own thoughts not used to thinking such things, "Oh, what would have happened if the wolf within me decided to surface during…" she trailed off smiling bashfully at her thoughts.

Jareth's brows rose at this, "Oh I don't think that I would mind."

Sarah turned to face him, "Jareth, really what if I lose control over that part of myself. I…"

He silenced her as he kissed her on the lips, "No, but you wont."

"How can you be so sure?" she asked her brow furrowing in concern the relaxing and peaceful mood starting to lose its luster.

"Sarah, you had the chance many times to harm me but stopped yourself. You even fought Damien off after he had tried to do away with me and your wolf self was perfectly active at the time as I do recall." He smiled at her frown kissing her on the forehead, "I trust you Sarah but you need to trust yourself."

Fumbling with the sheet that covered her she looked away not sure if she could. "I don't now if I can," she mumbled half to herself and half to him.

Jareth sat up forcing her to sit up as well, "I can teach you how to use your power. It won't be an easy task but I will teach you if you wish me too. Genard has told me that it can help you to control the wolf within."

Sharply she looked to Jareth, "Don't trust him Jareth." Sarah looked away, the memories that were not her own coming to the surface, "He murdered so many innocent Wolfen. They're not all bad. There were only a few power hungry Wolfen that had killed innocent inhabitants of the Underground for sport but they went ahead and judged them all by the acts of a few."

Jareth looked to her with concern hearing the pain within her voice, "How do you know this?"

Sarah turned her eyes meeting with his, "I don't know how I know, I just do. Please, believe me, I'm not lying to you about him. And don't think that it has anything to do with the mental link that Damien has with me either."

Pushing a lock of her hair out of her eyes he met her gaze knowing that she was telling him the truth, "Is he…"

Sarah shook her head, "I can keep his mind out of mine most of the time. Its only when I'm weak or have my guard down that he gets through."

"There is another way to free yourself from that link," he didn't want to tell her but he felt that she needed to know, had the right to know.

"I know," she whispered, "I just wish that I had another choice. I don't know if I can kill Damien but he wont stop until he either has me or has you killed."

Jareth looked away cursing himself for not being able to get to her sooner when she had arrived to his world. If only he had known that she was there within his world he might have been able to stop the wolf from ever attacking her in the first place.

Sarah knew what he was thinking even before he could word his thoughts as she leaned into him, "It's not your fault that this happened to me. Damien and his pack are the ones to blame, not you."

Jareth pulled her to him hugging her to him as he wished with all of his heart that there was something more that he could do to keep her from having to even make the choice that she had to make. He knew that if she killed Damien that it would also kill a part of herself as well, especially someone with a caring heart such as hers.

She closed her eyes feeling safe within his arms, "They're trying to rebuild their power like it was during the old days and they want to use me to do it. Jareth, they follow the leader of their pack but not all of them agree with what their pack is doing. Jareth?"

"Yes," he returned as he kissed the top of her head.

"They're more powerful during the full moon. If they try anything it would be then." Sarah turned within his arms so that she could see his handsome face, "Tonight's a full moon isn't it?"

Jareth frowned knowing that she was right, "Tonight is."

"I know where their lair is. If I go to them and ask that they stop this they might listen to me."

He shook his head not liking the idea at all, "Sarah, you'll be walking into their hands by doing so. You can not face the whole pack by yourself."

"I know, that's why I think that you and Genard should follow me just in case they don't listen and try to force me to stay with them. I doubt that your goblin army would be much help though."

Jareth smiled at that, "They're not as incompetent of an army as you would think."

Sarah looked to him like he was crazy, "Please, they were horrible when they tried to stop me from getting to the castle. I mean, talk about comical."

"What makes you so sure that they were actually meant to stop you?" he laughed at the questioning look Sarah gave him. "Besides, they were so drunk at the time I'm surprised that they didn't destroy the whole goblin city."

"So you're telling me that you wanted me to get to the castle."

"Well, I was hoping that they could delay you long enough so that you wouldn't make it in time." Jareth was still smiling when she looked to him with horror. "Don't look at me like that! I had no intention of turning Toby into a Goblin in the first place. Did you not learn that the Fae have no power over mortals unless they give it to them?"

"So you're telling me that even if I didn't make it to the castle in time that Toby would have been returned unharmed." Sarah's mouth was practically to the floor by now.

Jareth shrugged, "Well, no. I was hoping on keeping the both of you."

Sarah shook her head at this new information wondering where exactly had they gotten off of the main topic. "Okay, you're avoiding the main issue."

"Which was?" he almost burst out laughing at the glare he received from that comment but then he sobered. "I don't think it a good idea, besides, I thought that you said not to trust Genard."

"Well, I don't. But still I think we should try to at least communicate with them. Try to work this out in another way other than bloodshed."

He shook his head, wanting what she was but knowing that it would not work out the way that she was wishing it to. "No, I will not have you going and risking your life. We will find some other way."

Sarah crossed her arms defiantly over her chest, "If you wont go with my plan, at least be extra careful tonight, especially of me. They will probably try something like they tried earlier this afternoon and I don't know if I'll be strong enough to fight the wolf. I thought I had an agreement with that part of myself but I'm not totally sure about that anymore."

Taking her hand in his he kissed the open palm of her hand, eyes locked with hers, "No more words about tonight. Let us concentrate on right now." Pulling her to him he caressed his lips hungrily to hers.

Sarah growled in response as she pushed forwards lying on top of Jareth eagerly returning his kiss. Her eyes looking lustfully to his as she slightly pulled away with a secretive smile.

"Sarah?" Jareth questioned.

Leaning over him she nuzzled against him her lips brushing against his neck as she moved upward toward his ear. Her hot breath stirring against his blond hair, "Let's just say you bring out the animal in me." Smiling wickedly she sucked at his ear lob biting it playfully.

Jareth's eyes widened in surprise, as it seemed that her inner wolf was coming out to play. His brow rose as she pinned his arms up over his head her lips pressing possessively to his. Maybe his Sarah wasn't so innocent after all, and oh, how he was enjoying it.