Dis: Don't own 'em.
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How? How does he do this to me? I am wolf, yet he is master…and he's not even leader of my pack. No one get to me like he does. At one, heat-filled gaze I melt into submission. I, who bend to no one. It's not fair.
There he is, sitting across the room, absent-mindedly twirling a lock of his long dusky hair around his finger. There's no hint on his face of what he does to me, alone in our darkened chamber; no sign of the dark master I have come to love as much as my laughing friend.
Yet, there! He glances up from his book; up at me. The lust in those dark eyes promise my torment and ecstasy. The heat from his gaze races along my spine, and I shiver, nearly dropping my own book.
"Are you all right?" someone asks me; my pack leader, though he is not wolf like me.
"Yes, I'm fine," I reply tersely, anger at my own weakness seeping through into my voice. My pack leader looks unsure, but presses no further. I glance back at he who is my master.
He smirks, ever so slightly, just enough for me to notice. I growl softly in my throat. One of these days, I'll wipe that smirk from his handsome face.
One of these days, I will have him trembling beneath me.
~Remus