V : Vicious Love - New Found Glory featuring Hayley Williams
Requested by reppinda5o3

We've got a vicious love
We mix our tears with blood
No clock will stop for us
It ticks by
We fight as hard as we love
We've got a vicious love

Clarissa Morgenstern's eyes were glowing a bright gold as she stared at the person opposite her. She was breathing hard and her hair was falling out from the ponytail she had jerked it back into a few hours ago when she had left home. There was sweat beading at her forehead and she could taste the salt as she licked her tongue over her upper lip and shook her head, shaking out a few strands of hair that were sticking to her forehead and falling in front of her eyes

A fist flew at her face and she ducked quickly, lunging forward and throwing her weight behind her shoulder as she drove it into Jace Herondale's stomach. He let out a grunt and he jerked backwards two steps before he steadied himself, balancing and shoving her backwards. Clary jabbed her fists at him, trying to catch him her elbow as he spun her around and then sent her flying over his head, smacking down hard on the thin mat that stretched over a small area of the concrete floor.

There was a cracking sound as Clary's head hit the ground hard and also the sound of one or two of the bones in her arm which landed awkwardly, half underneath her. Clary lay there for a moment, gathering her bearings, letting her supernatural healing begin its work before she got to her feet again. She had bitten her lip when she had been thrown down, and the skin had quickly healed itself but there was still a drop of blood beaded there. Clary ran her thumb over the corner of her lip, catching the smudge of blood and licking it off her thumb with smirk at Jace.

His Alpha red eyes flashed at her, his eyes on her finger and the tip of her tongue, providing her with the distraction that she had been going for. Clary felt her strength gathering inside her as she threw herself at Jace and he was sent stumbling backwards, caught off guard. She could sense the exact moment that he regained control, but rather than fighting back, he let them go down, and he stayed underneath her, taking the brunt off the fall. He let out a heavy grunt as he landed, Clary on top of him, and she locked her legs on either side of him, knees pressed to his hips and hands heavy on his shoulders.

"I let you have that one," Jace smirked up at her. She knew he was telling the truth, but she just rolled her eyes at him.

"Either way, you're the one that's pinned," Clary retorted. Jace raised a cocky eyebrow at her and then with barely any effort, he threw her off, twisting their bodies tightly so that their positions were switched, Clary underneath and Jace on top. Clary was strong—just like any other werewolf—but Jace was an Alpha, and he was biologically stronger and able to draw more strength from the rest of their pack as well.

"You want to rethink that statement?" Jace grinned down at her and she was tempted to roll her eyes again, but then Jace lunged down, bringing their mouths together so hard that their teeth clicked together. Clary responded in kind, pressing her tongue past his lips and into his mouth. They pushed at each other, pulling at one anothers clothes as their claws began to extend from their fingertips. Jace pinned Clary's arms above her head as she tried to fight against him for control, pulling out to huff out a cocky and unfairly attractive laugh against her lips as she struggled underneath him.

"Asshole," Clary bit out at him, letting her fangs drop and nipping at his lip, drawing blood.

"Be nice, little beta," he teased her back, his voice gently chiding her and just fueling the competitive swirl in the pit of her stomach. She looped her legs around his own, attempting to twist them around before Jace's head buried itself in her neck and she could feel his fangs dangerously scraping over her carotid artery and then her jugular and a shiver ran through her, even though she knew that Jace would never hurt her like that. He used to refuse to fight with her in their practice sessions because he didn't want to hurt her, but Clary was stronger than almost everyone else in the pack and she got damn annoyed when he acted as though she was breakable. So he trained with her, and even though he kept her on her toes and forced her to up her game, he never gave it his all, never wanting to hurt her more than she could handle.

"Alpha..." Clary hissed out as his lips closed around a sensitive spot underneath her ear, sucking hard, the tips of his fangs nipping at her skin. She arched her back, pushing her breasts up so they were pressed to his chest. Jace let go of her hand and began to slip one hand down her back, edging past the straps of her sports bra and towards the thick band at the top of her leggings. The hand that had been released from Jace's grip dropped to his shoulder, claws digging into the muscle there.

The pair of them abruptly pulled apart as they heard footsteps approaching and then there was a shout.

"You're disgusting!" Isabelle Lightwood shouted from outside the abandoned warehouse. Any normal human would be able to faintly hear Isabelle from inside, but with their supernatural hearing they could very clearly hear her. "I can smell your horniness from out here so there's no way I'm coming in!" Jace let out a laugh as he dropped his head to rest on Clary's shoulder, the red head grinning as well. "But Magnus wanted me to tell you guys that dinner is ready and he'll kick your ass if you let his famous lasagna go cold!" Jace laughed again and they listened as her footsteps faded away. They lay there for a few more moments before Jace rolled off Clary, getting to his feet and bouncing lightly before reaching out a hand to help Clary to her feet.

"Ready to go?" He asked her. Clary eyed him for a moment before taking off at a run, leaving him to grin and then chase after her.

Heya, lovelies. Hope you enjoyed it. Be safe and kind.