Dis: Don't own 'em.
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Yes, he growls at me. Though I cannot hear if from across the room, I see his lip raise ever so slightly in snarl, see his eyes flash in frustration.
He knows what I mean to do to him tonight. He resents it, I think, and looks forward to it. He must, else I'd never get away with it in the way that I do.
I am not cruel. If he were to refuse me, I would desist. Never would I take him against his will. My beautiful, feral wolf.
The others do not see that part of him. He is careful and hides it well; hides behind his quiet sophistication. Only I have seen him wild and free, locked in the throws of passion.
And I intend to keep it that way.
He is mine, and I will not share him. I freely admit to the fierce jealousy I feel when one of the others makes him laugh. But I calm myself by remembering that no one else has heard his primal, lustful cries.
Such a beautiful sound, like music to my ears. I feel as though I could live off of such sound alone.
Our friend leaves him and I get up to take his place. He greets me with a friendly smile and smoldering eyes. After all, we're very good friends…when I'm still in control of myself. Then we become something more, something that I think may frighten him with its intensity.
"Tonight," I murmur quietly, for him and him alone.
"You mean to do it again," he growls accusingly in reply.
I glance around; no one is watching. I dart forward and nip his neck playfully. "You could always refuse me," I point out, whispering against the flesh I just marked.
"You play a dangerous game, it is close to the full moon." The tone of his voice puzzles me. It is dark, almost warning.
"Do, do you wish me to stop?" I ask, a fear rising in my chest. I would not take him against his will, could not, for he is far stronger than me. What would I do if he denied me his wondrous beauty?
Amber eyes burn into me, more wolf than human and suddenly I feel lost, helpless. Is this how he feels when I lie over him in our chamber?
"I wish you to know, that I never want to hurt you."
I feel scared, confused…angry. "Are you saying that you'd fight me tonight?" I snarl, hurt by his rejection.
He shakes his head ever so slightly, his mahogany hair shimmering in the firelight. "No, I'm saying…you may wish to fight me, tonight."
With that cryptic remark, he stands and leaves. I sit alone, my feeling a large humbled mess. Then, with a ferocity that surprises me, I shove it all away. This changes nothing. He has not refused me. Tonight, I will have my beautiful wolf, and nothing will stop me.
~Sirius