Deucalion had always liked sleeping with women after the act of sex itself. The soft press of their flesh against his, the trusting limpness in their limbs that told of their satisfaction. With Isla, while that heaviness was certainly present, he noticed something that puzzled him.
The fingers of her right hand framed his ribs, searching them out and touching him in a gentle, muted way that struck him as incredibly intimate. More so than even the swells of her breasts against his chest or the thigh that brushed his naked cock under her cheap cotton sheets.
The Alpha had never been the type to sustain a long term relationship (a dear friend had once proclaimed him to be too fickle) but he supposed it was the quiet, easy touches that he had been missing. All at once he found himself aching for them. Wanting to mimic the girl's candid caress, he dragged his fingers, sans claws of course, through her thick, soft hair and smirked to himself at her contented sigh.
"You- I mean, you don't have to stay." Isla's voice was quiet and her scent anxious as she walked her fingers over his ribs. Lips tickling the apex of his shoulder, she continued, "If you have work in the morning. Or if cuddling isn't your thing; I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
He rested his head against her own. Giving her shoulder a rub, he told her, "I'd like to stay."
"Cool." She grinned, he could feel it against his neck, and cleared her throat. A bit sheepishly she added, "I mean, I'd like that, too."
Deucalion chuckled and continued to smooth her hair. Her scent returned to its' naturally bittersweet state and he felt the warm pads of her fingers continue down to the tattoo that lay on his hip. They traced the Alpha pack's insigne briefly before continuing on their aimless path. Circling his navel and over his ribs, Isla's touch was light and entirely welcome as she shifted closer to him. Her breasts rested against his side, rising and falling with each easy breath she took.
Her brow resting in the crook of his neck, she sighed. His cheek brushed against her forehead, his stubble rough and tantalizing against her skin. Eyes fluttering lazily, she smirked. "As much as I would enjoy an encore performance, it probably wouldn't be the best idea."
"Just how serious is this mystery condition of yours?"
She lifted a shoulder. Moving to rest more on her stomach than side, she rested her chin on the tattoo above his heart. It was a triskelion; a symbol she had seen a few times before on various people around town, but none she knew personally. Admittedly, she hadn't seen one in a while, but she didn't comment on that. Instead, Isla told him, "Not as serious as it sounds. It's called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy."
Deucalion hummed with irritation. She was too far away for him to rake his fingers through her hair now. "That's quite a mouthful."
She let out a huff of laughter. "Tell me about it."
"What's it mean?"
"In layman's terms, it means I can't ride you twice in one night."
The man grinned. His blank eyes stayed focused on the ceiling above them as he told her, "A pity."
"Right?" She giggled, bright and warm. Her touch trailed over his side, over the crease of his stomach and down the fine line of hair that led up to his navel. His cock twitched with interest under the sheets. A proud smirk crossed her lips at that. Dragging the pads of her fingers along the defined muscles of his abdomen, she continued, "It means the muscle in my heart is too thick. Strenuous activity is, well, not exactly good for it."
Deucalion sat up a touch. With a hint of accusation in his voice and a bit of worry in his face, he reminded her, "You said sex was fine."
"It is! It is," The woman assured him, smoothing her hand along his collarbone and gently pushing him back down. He went with a frown on his lips and she planted a kiss on his lips in hopes of pushing it away. It didn't fade entirely, but it his expression settled into a more neutral one. Pleased by this, she continued, "I just have to be more careful than others. Sadly this means my sex life is more akin to a fire cracker than I would like. I get one big bang and have to call it a night."
"That's a shame." He ran his human nails down her back, over her side. A wicked smirk crossed his lips as she shuddered. "So, not up for another go then?"
Isla groaned. "Don't tease me."
The man let his lips brush the top of her head. "My sincerest apologies."
"But yes, I'm afraid not. No sex after anything strenuous, no sex after hot baths, no sex after sex, sadly enough."
"A pity…" He sighed, taking in her scent and let out a huff. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"To be frank, heart failure isn't exactly sexy, Dee."
Deucalion chuckled. "And blindness is?"
"Eh." She sat up and ran her fingers over his cheeks. His blank gaze flickered down to her face despite the fact that he couldn't see it. Leaning over him, the woman let her long hair drape across his face as she teased, "It suits you, plus the glasses help."
A wicked grin crossed his lips and he made a reach motion toward the side of the bed. "I could put them back on if you like."
"No, no, let's not rush into that." A long leg fell over him as she sighed. Her sex brushing against his hip, she licked her bottom lip. "I could get used to seeing your entire face."
"I'm starting to wonder if you're fetishizing me, Miss…?"
"Crane." Isla finished for him with a simper.
"Miss Crane." The Alpha repeated. Nuzzling his nose against her brow, he continued, "You seem to have a habit of getting me out of those glasses."
"Like I said, I like seeing your whole face."
He sighed. His head falling back against the pillow, Deucalion braced the back of her ribs with the hand from the arm she was more or less laying on. When he stayed quiet, Isla shuffled forward.
Kissing his cheek, she told him, "It's a good face. You should go au natural more often."
"Trust me when I say that most don't appreciate my eyes the way you do." He grinned as she moved her lips down his jaw, biting it lightly as she straddled him. "I thought you said a repeat performance was out of the question?"
"It is." She beamed despite the fact that he couldn't see it. Drifting down his pulse point, Isla teased, "For me."
A throaty chuckle left him. Her breasts brushed along his chest, moving down his stomach as she did. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked and bit at his skin. Hands framing his hips, she licked a strip along the length of his cock. It was half hard, but clearly enjoyed the attention and Isla smirked as it twitched against her lips.
"You don't have to use sex to keep me around, Isla."
"I know." His breath hitched as he felt her giggle against his dick. A smile coiled around her mouth as she wrapped her lips around his cock. She slid down it, taking as much as she could until it brushed the back of her throat before pulling back. With him resting against her bottom lip, she told him, "This is just for fun."
Deucalion smirked as he ran his fingers through her long hair. As she took him back in her mouth, he sighed. Her tongue was skilled and nimble, dragging along his cock and skipping over the veins along the shaft as she thumbed his hip bones. He had just settled back into the mattress, completely limp with pleased surrender, when she pulled back.
"What-"
He gasped as she began to gently suck at the sensitive skin behind the head with vigor. Her fingers eased back his foreskin and she blew a slow, cool breath across his weeping tip. Nails skimming over his thighs, she let her tongue slowly drag back and forth over the tip of his cock. Letting her mouth close around the head, Isla suckled as she wrapped her hand around his base. His hips stuttered underneath her and a low moan slipped from the man.
Sliding down his length, she changed her tactic. With deep hard sucks, she began to move up and down his length, deep throating him as she hummed.
Deucalion bared his teeth, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as they began to glow. His control was slipping, he could feel it. The violence he had spared her during their love making was rearing up in him. He could feel his claws starting to extend, his teeth turning to fangs and he snapped his hips up. Isla gagged, but didn't stop.
Instead, she began to jerk him at the base. Quick hard ones that made his breath catch. The Alpha tangled his hands in her hair as he started to fuck her mouth. Tightening her hold, she let him set the pace. His movements were rough, almost brutal and Isla moaned as he battered the back of her throat. Her saliva eased his way, her spit running down his cock and balls and making him fangs clench together in frustration. Females- werewolf females, tended produce more slick than humans and the heat of her mouth combined with the excess fluid was making his breeding instincts flare. It didn't happen to him often- the need to mate usually didn't come without emotional attachment; emotional attachment that had to be compatible with someone of a biological disposition. Someone whose anatomy would complement his own. It should have been far too early in their relationship to worry about knotting or proliferation.
Deucalion winced and he slipped his hand down over hers. Isla let him take her hand away and focused on how thick he was, how he stretched her lips in a way that made her mouth burn in the most pleasant of ways and how firm he was against her tongue as she continued to ride her mouth up and down his length. His nails digging into the base of his cock, the man let out a hiss. His movements became jerky and aborted, his cock starting to ache as he began to come.
The woman swallowed as best she could, but as she pulled back some still dribbled down his shaft. Her brows rose as he kept coming, coating his cock and fingers with the pearly liquid. She leaned down, ignoring the pain in her throat in favor of cleaning him of it. Deucalion brushed her lips with the tips of his fingers, and still holding himself with the opposite hand, guided her up to his mouth.
The kiss wasn't as rough as she expected. His mouth was warm, his lips soothing against her raw ones as he braced the back of her neck gently. Still, Isla could feel something off about it. About his mouth and his touch, that she couldn't quite place. As he thumbed her jaw, the Alpha pulled back slightly. His eyes still clenched tight, he pursed his lips. Brow resting against his own, a smirk tugged at his features.
"Well." Deucalion cleared his throat.
His mind drifted back to the need to breed. A need that most certainly should not have been aroused with a human on his cock and not a werewolf. It earned a smile from him. She would make a suitable Beta, he realized. She was biologically inclined to be a mate, at least to him specifically. Suitable to bear his young and tend to a pack. Should the need arise for such a person arise, of course. There were far too many existing problems to bring her into the fold, to bite and claim her just yet, but her potential- even if it was merely biological- as mate certainly peaked his interest.
Smiling he told her, "That was certainly a lovely surprise."
