Desert

Rougaru had hoped to see something in her dark eyes, to see that fire akin to hatred and passion that had once burned so fiercely at the mere sight of him. The wolf expected it and yet even its keen yellow eyes are startled by the lack thereof as her dark brown gaze fixes him with an almost bored expression. ’bored!?!’ the beast’s snarl rivals that of the ocean waves in his ears. Instinct turns his own sonars backwards to mute the snarling voice and give rise to his own displeasure. A grim snarl crosses his whiskered lips as his brisk pace slows and he thrusts his hooves forward into the soft sands of the beach. ”That is far from the expression I was expecting.” he murmurs. Boredom has never been a prevalent emotion for her beautiful features.

’such presumption… for someone who owes me a great debt.’ and the sneer on her lips is enough to halt his progress. A single lobe twitches as the tall stallion cocks his proud head towards her, a look of indifference sliding easily into place across his grizzled features. ”And what debt pray-tell would that be?” he murmurs, the beast’s impish smile shining bright behind his emerald gaze.

’you wash ashore in my desert…at my mercy… to take what remained of your life… and end it.’ The smile grows. The yellow eyes of the beast flash beneath his green pools as Rougaru leans into the heated breath that sends shivers coursing through his veins. ”Then why didnt you.” his words are a barely audible whisper as he presses his whiskered lips into the strong muscles of her obsidian shoulder and inhales deeply her scent. His eyes close as he memorizes the touch of her skin anew. The birchwood and ferns have long faded from her skin but still, beneath the thick salt of ocean water and sweat, he can still taste it there, as though Luthien and the hardwood forest refused to give up its hold on the starlight woman. ’Where is she?’ her question causes his eyes to flutter open. Vanya. Even without being with him, that damned woman had a way of ruining these special moments. Titania was not here for him, she had come for her payment in blood.

He takes a step back from her now, the cocky grin still carefully kept in place. ”And what makes you believe I did not deliver my end of this bargain? You were the one who abandoned these shores….” he says taking a step beyond her towards the reaching waves. ”Abandoned them just as Rille abandoned you.” the blade was sharp and well aimed but it would take much more than a mere nick to bring his sprite down from the pedestal he had helped her create.

He glances back at her now and the flames that shine in her eyes are bright enough to cause his blood to thrum swiftly in his veins. Excitement prickles at his skin. He turns to watch her as she speaks again. Failed his end of the bargain? Failed to deliver? Even he knew that Titania would never forget Vanya’s scent or miss the smell of it on his skin. ”I never fail.” he growls, dark mahogany ears falling back beneath the thick mass of his cream and caramel mane. But she did not care about that.

She moves past him now, drawing further inland with his curious eyes following her movements with the same keen eyes as a hunting hawk. ’savior…’ There were many names he called his starlit woman but never savior. ’... ultimate gift…’ the scent of her heat his heavy in his nostrils and despite himself, the wolf king’s jaws water. It was never about just mounting her, he had claimed her before and time and time again he chased her from one end of the islands to the other. The game that they played surpassed mere cat and mouse. It was something far more primal and soulbinding. ...what will you give me?’ What would he give her? A place at his side? She already had that, she knew that. Countless times he found ways of chasing her back to his herd and forcing the crown of thorns onto her head. A family? She had that too. A family of thieves and scoundrels but with all in his power he made certain that it was hers as long as she remained chained to his side. More? She wanted more? In some ways, she was far more manipulative than Vanya would ever be.

Tension builds in his body as he moves towards her, breathing heavily in her sweet seasoned heat, ripe and ready for the taking. ”I will give you my soul to bind to yours…” he begins, exhaling a deep breath against her hip as his large head rests across her back, his whiskered lips teasing the fine hairs along her spine. ”I will give you my name to create a kingdom by…” he murmurs, shifting his weight to clamber hungrily across the curve of her back as though drinking for the first time from cool fresh waters amid a sea of salt. ”I give you my kingdom and our bloodline to do with as you see fit… if only you stay mine for what life remains in me.” he growls more fiercely now as nature and pleasure twine themselves into one.