"Didn't I tell you to be careful, Tarva!? Didn't I?!"Seth yelled at his younger sister, his cup of coffee trembling in his hand.
"Seth, seriously. I don't think anything happened. I mean the full moon is tonight. Yesterday was just the precursor. Nothing happened." Tarva tried to reassure him but it didn't seem to be working.
"We don't know that for sure. Anything could come of this. Ease up for now Seth and if anything comes of it we'll deal with it." Roman stepped between the two siblings trying to be the mediator.
Tarva looked up at the older man and sighed. "Tell that to him. I know nothing's happened. I don't smell any changes on him. Don't you think I would have?"
"To be fair," Celeste cut in. "Your sense of smell wasn't that good to begin with." Tarva had to swallow her growl. It wasn't in her place to disrespect Celeste, lest she wanted to be punished. But the snot nosed witch was always looking for an opportunity to strike her down a peg. Tarva had no idea what Roman saw in her, though she was sure that Celeste's ass was the culprit to his enchantment.
"Celeste. Not now." Roman rubbed his temples before backing away from the situation entirely. "Tarva, go check on him. He has to be out of the house before we go for a run. Seth, go wake up Maddox. Celeste...just sit down ok? I need time to think about all this and you bickering with Tarva isn't going to help."
All three parties decided to separate from each other at Roman's request. Tarva went upstairs first, knowing her brother would be hot on her trail after to wake his lover. She opened the door rather quietly, not sure if Dean was still asleep or not. She found out that he wasn't in bed. Instead he was staring at the claw marks and bites that decorated his back and shoulders.
"Holy shit. This girl is something else." He whispered.
"Am I?" Tarva smirked.
Is it sick of me
to want you crawling on your knees
He turned around quickly, shocked to hear her voice behind him. "Oh...Hey. Um...I was just getting ready to leave. You kinda did a number on my back."
"I'm aware." She replied, stepping closer to join his eyes in the mirror. "You seemed to enjoy them with all that moaning you were doing."
Dean wasn't one to blush but he could feel his cheeks burning with some sort of embarrassment. He scratched at his head nervously trying to come up with something else to say. "Well...you know...thanks for yesterday, I don't really remember much. Must've been too plastered."
Is It sick to say
I want you biting down on me
"You seemed fine enough to drive here. Anyway, would you like some coffee or something?"
That was definitely his cue to go. It was one of his rules. Never stay for coffee, breakfast or anything along those lines. Coffee meant attatchment. Coffee meant seeing each other again and that was something he never did with his one night stands. Although Tarva was indeed something else. Something was different about her and Dean had to admit that there was a little place inside him just itching to find out.
Still he had to keep his rule. "No thanks. I should really get going. I'm late for work." It was a lie. He had managed to get up two hours before his shift but she didn't know that.
Tarva simply nodded. "Suit yourself. If you want to, I'm playing again at the club Sunday night and I'll be bartending for a bit tonight. I'd like it if you could stop by again."
"Yeah, yeah. Sure. I'll see if I can get off work." He stumbled into his jeans, completely forgetting about his underwear. He tossed on his wifebeater and dark grey leather jacket then stomped his feet into his boots. He was in a rush to get away from her intoxicating smell. It was almost as if he was itching to jump her bones again. Everytime his blue eyes would catch those full lips curling into a smile he wanted to slam her against the wall and get a proper memory of what happened last night.
Are you sick like me?
"I'll walk you to the door. You might not want to go downstairs alone." she said.
His eyebrow peaked. "Why not? What's going on?"
"My family...my brother, isn't too keen on what we did. He's always been overprotective. I just ignore him most of the time."
Oh great. Dean tried to hold back his sigh and the heavy eye roll itching to happen. The last thing he needed was a crazy brother hunting him down with a gun or something. "Fabulous."
His feet pounded faster on the stairs and he almost ran to the front door. Tarva was still hot on his trail and surprised him by opening the door for him. "Thanks. For yesterday." She was being curteous, possibly forcing herself to do so.
"Hah," He chuckled. "It's always my pleasure." Dean turned to leave but his body was whipped back around. Tarva's arms had snaked their way around his neck, pulling him in for another breathtaking kiss. He couldn't help but melt against her. Her body just felt so damn good and those lips...well he was right. He saw what else they could do and it was more than impressed. Their tongues danced in what seemed to be a never ending cycle of teasing. Neither of them wanted to let go but they had to come up for air sometime.
They parted with shy giggles between them, their eyes meeting once again. He noticed the flecks of gold flashing in her honey colored eyes. It hypnotized him and he couldn't form any more thoughts. Tarva gently tugged on his jacket.
Am I beautiful,
"Hey, you should get going. I'll see you around, ok?"
As I tear you to pieces
Her voice snapped Dean back to reality. He didn't say another word and completely avoided looking into her eyes again. He was afraid of what they might do to him. Instead, he retreated quietly to his car, getting in and pulling away from the mysterious house and the even more mysterious woman.
The breeze rushed through the thick fur that covered her back. The warmth of the sun beat down on her while the echoes of the river nearby rang in her ears. Outdoors wasn't the place for her human mind but when she transformed it become her second home. The way the leaves crunched under her paws, the sounds of animals heightened and swirling around her, the smell of crisp air, it was perfect. She stood up high, looking out at the expanse of trees before her. Everything was so peaceful.
Right up until Seth barreled into her and knocked her on her back. His big pink tongue dangling from his muzzle as he panted with excitement. Tarva pawed his face and rolled on top of him. they spiraled a few time before she landed on top, nipping his ear to tease his dominance. he was older so of course she had to respect him, that's how the hierarchal system was after all. Seth always found a way to play with her, acting like a pup instead of an adult.
"Shouldn't you be playing with Maddie?" The thought crossed from her brain into his.
"He's off helping Roman hunt for dinner tonight. Celeste is of course, doing nothing like the fucking diva she is. I thought we could talk." he replied.
"Seth, I'm an adult. You seem to forget that. I'm not 15 anymore. I can handle myself." Tarva pulled off his body and laid down on the leaves, tucking her paws under her head.
"I know that but I was worried. The full moon is tonight and you know how we all get around that time. I was just hoping you didn't do something you weren't going to regret."
"I know what I was doing. He's fine, I'm sure. Besides I probably won't see him again. he didn't seem like the kind of guy that would want a relationship."
Seth let out a sound similar to a sigh. "Well what are you going to do tonight? I mean...about that...ugh, that's kinda gross to ask your sister."
Tarva chuckled in her head and covered her eyes with her paw. Seth was referring to the fact that when the full moon arose it was almost like going into heat though the period was much shorter, only spanning 3 days. Seth normally kept the whole house up when he was with Maddie. Celeste and Roman would of course have their time together. Tarva was the only one without a mate. She didn't mind not having a mate but it would make times like these a lot easier. She thought about seeking out Dean, the man she had encountered yesterday. Her marks would still be across his back and his scent still lingered in her nostrils. With some simple tracking down he'd be easy to find.
But she was sure he was human. And humans didn't mix so well with her kind. And as much as she hated to admit it, Seth was right. Involving someone like Dean during his dangerous time wouldn't be best. Normally if an attack would happen, most likely a bite, it would just cause some serious damage but on a full moon that bite turned into a curse. A heavy burden inflicted on humankind forever. She didn't want a stranger to have to deal with that for the rest of his life. He would be her responsibility forever. And she would feel guilty if he hated his new form. Luckily for Tarva and Seth they were born into this. They've had to deal with the curse their entire lives. But they both saw how it changed Maddie, a survivor...it wasn't pretty.
Finally she let out a sort of sigh and shook her head. "I'm not sure what I'll do. I mean it's nothing I can't handle. I've been doing this on my own for however many years now. I can survive another month." She stretched out her limbs and turned her body back towards the house. "I'm starving."
"You just ate like half a deer! How are you still hungry?!" Seth snorted.
"I'm a wolf remember." Tarva winked.
Tarva was furiously pacing in her room. Her heart was pounding, her blood boiling. The walls were shuddering as Seth and Maddie's bed slammed against it. The screams from Roman and Celeste's room were driving her crazy. This was the second night of the full moon, when it was at its absolute fullest. Her sex drive was racing and all she could think about was Dean. Back and forth Tarva's mind raced with thoughts about seeking him out. She wanted to but it was dangerous. He was amazing in bed but also didn't deserve to have something happen to him. He was gorgeous but somehow unobtaniable. Did she really want to obtain his heart anyway?
Am I beautiful?
She growled loudly and threw her hands up in frustration. She couldn't take a second longer of listening to the rest of her family fuck each other's brains out. She had to leave. She had to find Dean.
As you tear me to pieces?
He was at another bar. Not too far from the one they played at. A drink was in his hand and he was leaning cooly against the mahogany bar, chatting up some blonde. Tarva's eye twitched a little. Her wolf wanted to rip into that pretty blonde's throat and spread her blood about the tiled floor but she took a few deep breaths and tried to retain her composure. With as much dignity as she had she made her way towards the bar and ordered a whiskey, neat. She kept herself within eyes view of Dean.
Is it sick of me
to feed the animal in you
He had noticed her as soon as he heard that silky smooth voice ask for the drink. His eyes immediately left the chest of the blonde and stared openly at the women who had walked in. Dean didn't know why but his body was reacting to her drawing him in like a magnet to steel. He twitched his shoulders and head, rolling them in a sort of tick, a sign of his unease and begging for some sort of relief. He never noticed it himself but it looked like a weird little dance to others.
"Are you alright?" The stranger asked him. She touched her delicate hand to his shoulder wanting to calm him a bit but it only made his neck twitch a little more. Now his hand laid across his chest, his fingers mindlessly strumming against his shoulder. He watched Tarva still. The glass was now pressed between her lips and her throat bobbed as she swallowed the amber liquid.
She set the glass down on the table and licked her full lips. That was all Dean needed to lunge after her. His feet carried him faster than his mind had time to prepare. "Hey, what are you doing here? I didn't expect to see you here." The words rushed out of him in a heap.
Is it sick to say
I tease the hunter like I do?
Tarva arched an eyebrow and smirked. "Blondie doesn't look too happy to see you talking to me."
"Oh?" He shrugged and continued to strum his fingers a slight pitter patter sound coming from the connection of his fingers to his leather jacket. "Don't really care about her. You smell great."
She observed the way his body was acting. He was on edge, just like her. It must have been from their encounter yestererday. Maybe it was the full moon or something but he seemed to be under her spell now. It was a sort of infatuation sunk into his skin due to her scratches, most likely. this wasn't the first time this had happened to her one night stands. Tarva had enchanted him.
Is it sick of me
to watch the wicked way you thrill
The guilt rushed over her like a tsunami. Her other one night stands weren't important and she could kick them out easily when their enchantment because too crazy but Dean was sort of like a puppy. A crazed sexy puppy with blue eyes that danced the fine line between psychotic and beautiful. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach her gut warned her against taking him home. But the fire in her loins burned too bright and she knew her fate was sealed.
"Thank you..." she began wondering if she should outright ask him when they should go back to her place. But Dean blurted it out before she could even say another word.
"My place is close by. Want to come?"
She nodded quickly eager to get her fix.
Is it sick to say
that I live to break your will