Juniper and Lavender
Vilkas cursed under his breath, the sun was falling behind the tall pines and they were still a day and a half away from Whiterun at least. He watched Sivanna walk past him, holding an herb of some sort. She thumbed the broad leaves softly, her gaze never leaving the road ahead of them. Surely she must be thinking of my offer, he thought. The alpha frowned, why had he marked her? Yes he owed her much, for the things he had done, and for what she had done for him... but in that moment he had not so much as thought of the idea. Did he really wish her to be his mate? He sighed. She had walked in and out of his nightmares since the night he bit her, but now the nightmares had changed. Sivanna no longer haunted him as she had before, now she teased. I suppose it has been to long since I last had a tavern wench, he thought, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, Vilkas." Her quiet voice brought him back and his head whipped to see her standing before him, her head downcast.
"What is it?"
"Tonight the moon will be full, and we haven't made it home. I know how much it meant to you to be with the pack tonight."
Did it? He wondered. Suddenly it didn't seem as pressing a matter as before. A breeze lifted her hair slightly and brought her scent to his nose. Vilkas could never admit it, but the smell of her grounded him. The sweet mix of juniper berries and lavender that emanated from her made his knees weak. She smelled wild, but soft, and part of him wanted still to nuzzle her neck where the scent was strongest. Did she roll in the flowers and berries? How does she smell like that? He wondered in his frustration, frowning harder. Vilkas watched as Sivanna's eyes widened at the look he must be giving.
He cleared his throat, "No matter, we will make due." He led the horse off the path and into the pines, trying hard to think of anything but the woman following close behind him. She was disrupting everything, Vilkas was supposed to find Arnbjorn, exact revenge for Farkas and himself, and clear his salty reputation. Yet with Sivanna around... his thoughts took a different turn. He wanted to roll her in the wet grass and lick the dew from her bare skin. He wanted much more than he should. Still the memory of her naked beneath him blinded him to the world.
"Vilkas?" Sivanna called.
"Aye." he answered, keeping his eyes ahead.
"I cannot wait much longer." she said, her voice breathy with effort.
His neck nearly snapped with how quickly he turned to look at her. She had dropped her pack and was lifting her shirt... no, his shirt above her head. Vilkas's jaw clenched as she tugged one of the laces that kept her britches loosely hung over her hips.
"I... already told you..." He started to tell her that he would not touch her again until the mark had faded, but the look in her eyes stopped him. It was as if she were someone else, and in truth she was. Vilkas was staring into the eyes of a wolf, her wolf. The two of them sharing her body could not be more different. He had a hard enough time telling himself no, let alone Sivanna, but her wolf... well she was a force to be reckoned with. She was used to getting what she wanted.
She was walking towards him slowly, her eyes locked with his. When she was just out of reach, she stopped and knelt to the ground, her gaze never wavering. She moaned softly, stirring his insides. Vilkas swallowed hard, letting loose the reigns of his horse. He lowered himself, and caressed her cheek with his hand. She bared her teeth, and he watched as they sharpened themselves into fangs. Fur spread over her in a slow wave as her body disfigured and reshaped itself. Her moaning turned to soft whines as the final changes took place, but never did her eyes turn from his. It was like nothing he had ever witnessed. Even as she padded past him and flicked him softly with her tail, he remained in awe. The tightness of his pants did nothing to help either, pure lust was pulsing through him. Hurriedly he rid himself of his clothes and shifted to follow her. He realized then that if he did not kill something, he would make her his tonight.
