Serris could feel the firm touch of the lady’s skin as she leaned into him, every hair noticeable and present upon his form. He smirked as her stuttered regal words slipped into his auds, knowing just how the lass was feeling right now, and knowing that he could make her feel even more. Why, he’d shoot her straight to the moon. But still he had pulled back, not willing to go too far with one such as this, and her answer was not one he had been expecting, or hoping for. Apologies, at a time like this? He had already allowed her back into the pack, sins and all, and now she still chose to apologize for her actions. Certainly humble, but one who does not have enough confidence to defend their words is a coward just the same. The charcoal brute eyes her down-turned face, searching for anything that might be hidden there. He wasn’t quite sure what that might be, but if he found it he would know, like a glittering pearl hidden deep within the folds of a clam.
Her last words caught him off guard, and for a second he could but stare at the femme that now lay beside him. But almost instantly he grew angry, his pupils shrinking to mere pinpoints of midnight black. The boy’s fur bristled slightly, electricity jumping across his ebon pelt. An object, she dared to say? Why, any other time in his younger life and he’d take that as an invitation to spend a rough night with this miss. Was she expecting this treatment from him? Whoring herself to make both of them feel better about the situation they were in? Surely she had to be kidding. He stiffly rose to his pistons, managing to keep distinctly calm as rage bubbling within his belly. He would not even look at her now. “Contrary to popular belief, princess, I am not searching for a pet.” His words were sharp, cutting, yet collected as he managed to keep his composure. “You may wish only to be an object for my pleasure, or maybe just for your own, but I had thought it was evident I saw a different sort of relationship for us. And perhaps you saw it as well, but chose to ignore it for your own selfish reasons.” He was really trying to hold it in now, lips trembling. “You must be some great mistress of deceit, for you have pulled a great wool over my eyes. And here I was thinking you still had pride in you, had fight and the will to deny the world for no other reason than the warm blood still coursing through your veins. And so I must applaud you, dear Alleria, for being so cunningly sly.”
He stopped to take a breath now, his face drifting off to the side to face away from her form. Not that he thought she was looking anyway. How could he be so wrong about this woman’s character? No, he didn’t just wish for some dog to lick his feet. He wanted a relationship. He wanted to feel the chase, to watch the phases of infatuation and jealousy and acceptance and trust and... dare he say love? He was searching for an equal. One to tease him and excite his intellect. And he would do the same. But somehow, he had been terribly wrong. A shuddering breath caught in his chest. “Do you know your sins, my dear?” His words were but a whisper, one laced with so much emotion that they dripped with it. And so Serris took a step and began to pad away, determined this time to not turn back and cause himself any more heartache.
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