I like the feel of those radioactive eyes upon my skin. They are greedy eyes. Hungry eyes. Eyes full of a potent, lethal lust... and there is no mistaking the fact that I am their target. How long has it been, since a feminine gaze has so squarely fixed upon me with such heat in their depths? Too long, I suspect.

Some part of my heart stammers in this knowledge. The realization settles into my bones that I have.... longed.... to feel this fizzling heat inside me. That I have yearned to feel wanted, to feel lusted after. And, it is an all the more unsettling feeling to know that it is not my Stella... that is suddenly filling this void I had not known was brewing inside my stark Soul. Would she ever? Could she? The stone-faced Furian was as if born of ice. I loved her. I know that I did, as deeply as I loved Fatality and Atreyu... perhaps even deeper in that very fact that despite the constant wall she placed firmly between us I still wanted her. Still cared for her. Yet she rarely returns my affections. And when she does, I cannot once recall ever seeing so much as a glimmer of spark, such as the inferno burning in the green depths of this vixen's gaze.

I lavish in the attention, relishing the way she devours me in that gaze as I swagger towards her. Her voice is sweet as honey, edged like a blade as she drawled out a seductive string of words. Words that tease and tantalize. I lick my chops once more, a husky growl rumbling from my larynx in pleased tones. She was willing... more than willing. And though there is a tickling of guilt in the back of my mind .... there is no resisting such a flirtation. My virile body reacts accordingly, the cologne of my arousal draping across her as I circle about her body. I could take her if I wanted. I could force her beneath me and take my pleasure of her if I had the desire to do so. Hell, I doubt she'd even put up a fight... she hungered for it. I knew. But my bond to Stella keeps such ambitions at bay... for now. I can detect the scent of a male upon her petticoats, a scent that has long lingered across her. She must have a mate, but by this point it makes little difference to me. Let her go home to him doused in the smell of a superior male. Let him squirm in the knowledge she has been graced with the company of a bigger, badder wolf. This was dangerous play... but still only in fun. How long it will remain so without tipping into something more serious and pleasurable remains to be seen. I am only mortal after all... and it has been so long since I felt this.... wanted.

"Blood and sugar has long been a favorite delicacy of mine..." Dark torrid notes linger near the cusp of her ear with a lilting innuendo, indulging her unspoken whims as I feel the svelte of her shoulder gingerly brush against mine. She was a bold female. Most were too meek to reach out and touch me. But not this girl. Nor my Stella. I took it as consent, a non-verbal permission for which I took advantage, large ivory scythes reaching for her scruff, riffling through the fine fibers of her cloak to pinch the flesh beneath. It was done roughly, though purely for the sake of pleasure and as of yet does not break the skin. I draw away, gauging her reaction as the salty taste of her dances across my tongue.

_{Furian Bastard + Brindle + 16Y + 45", 195lbs + Stalks Stella + Sired Zildjian, Bellatrix, Izarra & Asterian}