Falls

The wolf grins with a wide toothy smile as Melinoe tenses beneath his intense gaze. Golden eyes can almost see each hair as it prickled in fury along her spine, her delicious, perfectly curved spine. Multifaceted eyes of emerald study her face, study the brilliant blue hues of her eyes and how they darken as his words lay heavily between them. Deep within, the beast cannot help but to croon with pleasure, watching the small flutes of her dark ears disappear beneath the silken folds of her alabaster mane. Once more the beast fanned the flames of hatred with its coy words and sultry tones and she was left quaking in its wake.

Her snarled words bring a chuckle to his lips. Deep baritones reverberated through the dark chasm of his breast as the muscular stallion rolled his chocolate shoulders as if to throw off the daggers her words aimed at him. A single ear tilts backwards amid the cream and caramel colored knots of his mane as he tilts his broad head back once more. ”I have no guilt to ease, pretty bird…” he begins, his tenor coated in amusement. ”Like you, the kicking and screaming is nothing but foreplay…” he taunts, his thick tail switching with calculated slowness. A wolfish grin slides into place as multifaceted eyes of green darken to jaded stones, ”But it dies quickly enough, replaced instead with passion and lust.” he murmurs, drawing his pink tongue slowly across his dark lips for emphasis.

She continues to bristle now as he turns the conversation back to the black and white desert stallion, her eyes narrowing with renewed threat. Proudly she lifts her finely dished head giving him a clearer view of the curve of her neck and the veins that pulsed with rapid succession there. Ominously the wolf rolls its tongue over its fangs, saliva wetting its jowls as those piercing eyes of gold fixate upon the quickened pulse of her throat. How delicious it would feel to taste her blood as it trickled upon his tongue. Tension builds beneath his own chocolate skin now as the thoughts of scraping his blunt teeth over her skin overwhelms him and he finds himself having to yank the beast back under control. That could all come later. For now, she was his toy; a mouse caught within the trap of his jagged claws, scuttling back and forth searching for escape. ’There will be no escape’, of that he and the wolf agree. He wants this mysterious night fairy and his summer’s eve is far from over.

Her breath catches as he draws his muzzle closer to hers again, the quivering of her warm breath exciting and enticing. She keeps her ears buried beneath the silken folds of her mane but her narrowed glare screams challenge in his eyes. She warns him to withdraw from her space, however he finds himself taking another step closer, determined to unnerve her. A roguish grin spreads across his whiskered lips as he stretches forward to press against the pulsing vein just beneath her cheek. ”But why? Can you not tell how much you missed me? How hungerily your body screams for mine? Aphrodite...” he breathes, inhaling deeply the flavors of her skin.