Interrupted

*Singing the song at high volume probably isn't a great idea with the twins in the next room but a female has to cut loose, and dancing in the bathroom as my hair dries is about as much cutting loose as I'm going to get until the twins are at least 300, and fuck but if this song isnt awesome...Jeffree Star, Lollipop Luxury...haunting my iPod and my brain with it's dirty fuck lyrics...swaying, my hips grinding down with the beat, brush pulled through damp curls to the rhythm of my voice, praying our young dont wake and I can dance just a little longer, before returning to being theirs, alert to their every whimper, zoned into their tiny heat beats, focused solely on them..God I just want to have an hour, two maybe..to be me again...but if ten minutes is all I get, shower, sing and grind will have to suffice*

{shitkickers echoing on the tiled foyer of the Rehv's Great Camp Victorian rambler, climbing the stairs, energised, pumped up from a night of kicking Lesser ass and feeding from Tory...fuck, I'd gone so long without, its like a drug, body buzzing, adrenalised awakening a whole other kind of hunger...cracking the door of the bedchamber, finding the room darkened, the young snuffling contentedly the air thick with the drugging masculine scent of my bond and her...Tory... cracking a grin as I hear your voice through the bathroom door  "lip gloss and lollipop, let's rock I wanna pop"... turning the handle, dark diamond eyes falling on you dancing barefoot in nothing but a towel, damp midnight waves falling loose over your shoulders, cocking a brow, a slow smirk hovering on my lips, tone laced with amusement} lollipops Tory?

*lips curving into a playful grin even before I twirl to a stop in front of you, emerald eyes aflame, sparked to vivid desire at the mere sound of your voice, seduction and hunger in the slow, curling lick down the length of one razor ivory fang...gaze roaming a lazy, scorching path down your body, blatant need, suppressed arousal flaring to life* mmm...I love lollipops...*brow a delicate arch, quirking up as I step closer, emerald seeking diamond, lips pressing to your throat*

You do? {lids dropping, lips parting a fraction, eyes darkened, tracking the tip of your tongue as it slides down the length of one lethal canine, a low predatorial growl rolling through my chest, the words gravelled by lust} interesting...

mmhm...You know what's really interesting? *fangs flashing razor promise as my tongue rides the length of one ivory dagger, lust replacing my blood with flames and searing a path through to my core, voice a purr* my lollipop is you...

{lids flaring, ice white irises flashing diamond on a snarl} bad, bad nalla {swallowing back a moan...fuck!!... memories of those razor tips wetly grazing the delicate velvet skin of my shaft playing out in HD in my head... fuck.. wetting my lips, clearing the gravel from my throat} so very, very bad Tory...

*a smirk carved into the curl of my lips* you love it...*growling low, gaze dropping down the length of your body with a feral purr of need, emeralds flicking up to your face, back down, desire branded into my stare, imprinted on the lines of my curves, skin humming with sexual tension* I'm...hungry....

Mmmm fuck I do love it...fucking love you...and that..talented mouth of yours {eyes narrowing on a growl, intently watching the sexy curl of your lip..fuck!!...exploiting my weakness, since I first set eyes on you, that mouth of yours has done things to me...gaze locking onto the erotic heat blazing in your emerald eyes, trailing my thumb along your curled lip, my tongue mirroring its path on my own lower lip, murmuring huskily} impossible female...

 Sorry...I cant help it...I'm greedy with you...*anything but apologetic, my lips close over your thumb, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, fluttering over the pad, sucking softly on you as the flicker of your emotions plays across your face...lust, arousal, fierce desire and wild love...mirrored in the arch of my body, the suctioning kiss of my lips, the heat lancing my core with the primal need to taste you...fangs clamped around your thumb, my purrs hum along your skin*

Like fuck you're sorry Tory {fangs bared on a growl, hooded eyes tracking the wet, pink sweep of your tongue around the supple leather, my skin growing hot, cock achingly swollen, straining the tight confines of my leathers...fuck..I swear I can feel the warm slide of your tongue rimming my head, my thighs and abs contracting hard, your fangs grazing my cock, your mouth dragging over the skin of my scarred sac...fuck.. gritting out the words} teasing me Tory?

not teasing, Vishous...promising...*leather and my male...a heady combination infusing my senses with the scent of arousal and passion, gaze dipping down as the blazing diamond in your eyes burns me to the bone, erotic, seductive, the way your body responds to me, fast flutters of my tongue pulling your thumb deeper into the wet suction of my mouth, tasting not leather now, but the salty spice of your skin, memories fed by my hunger springing up, one hand coasting a slow path down to play a fingertip along your lower stomach, muscles tensing at the feather touch, lining the top of your waistband* fuck...

{a low moan falling from my lips as your finger grazes my abs...so fucking close to where I need you.. pushing my thumb through the parted, pink cushions of your lips, invading the wet, silky heat of your mouth, dragging back, inch by delicious fucking inch over the tips of your fangs before sliding back inside the suctioning draw of your cheeks, pupils darkly dilated, fuelled by savage lust, the pounding beat of my heart pulsing in my leathers, leaning in to whisper low in your ear, voice black velvet seduction} your hellren will hold you to that promise Tory...

*eyes gleaming wicked emerald, devilish in the sucking drag of my lips over your thumb, fangs scoring the leather surface as both hands drop to the fastenings of your leathers, the metallic rasp of the zipper, fingers slipping inside...twin screaming cries sounding loud through the bathroom walls and stilling the fist stroking up the length of your cock...the snarl that rips from my throat is frustrated lust and animal desire, lips sealed around your thumb, hand wrapped around your hot iron arousal...fuck...no...damnit...emerald eyes glazed, shimmering an apology as the lingering drag on your thumb relinquishes my hold on you with a suctioning kiss, exhaling a growl...voice husky* I have to...*trailing off*

{Shit!! head sagging back on my neck with a grimace, swallowing back a growl of frustration, my cock kicking a protest in your hot, fisted grip, clearing my throat, meeting your apologetic gaze with a half smile} I know Tory....fuck {stuffing my massive arousal back into my leathers on a groan, voice strained, nodding} let's go... {fisting your hair and jerking your mouth onto mine in a bruising, possessive kiss, growling on your lips} I fucking love you Tory....this isn't finished...

never finished...*fighting back the arousal surging liquid fire in my veins, pooling my core molten need, hand flexing tangling my fingers with yours as I fuse our mouths again, passion roaring hot...I just have to touch you....fuck...* I fucking love you too, V...*my exhale exhausted frustration...just once...another time...they will sleep again....leading you back into the bedroom, the hungry screams of our young a beautiful miracle...a different love burning bright now...a balance would have to be reached...the cries simmering down as our presence registers...fussy young...*

Feast

{snatching the hot toast from the toaster with gloved fingers, piling it high on the heavily laden breakfast tray, taking the ornate staircase two steps at a time, knocking softly on the door to Tory’s bedchamber where she rests with the twins, quietly turning the handle and slipping inside the darkened room, closing the door behind me}
 *the scent of toast inciting a gentle moan as my hunger comes on line and my eyes flip open to find the source, stretching a wince beneath sheets not my own and pinning you in the sleepy emerald of my gaze as the door opens and his presence fills my world* nallum...
{willing a bedside light into soft illumination, closing the distance to the bed and laying the tray down on the covers with a smile, fangs glinting, gloved knuckles stroking down your cheek, planting a soft kiss on your lips} good morning nalla, {voice a deep whisper, loathe to disturb the sleeping young} I thought you might be hungry?
 Mmm...I am...*but not just for toast, my smile all fangs as your lips brush over mine* good morning my love...*inhaling a yawn, propping the aches in my body up against a pillow mound, peering at the tray as I whisper* are they still asleep?
{cutting my gaze to the two little snoring bundles, cuddled up together} Fast asleep Tory.. they kept you up enough last night, true...That's good you’re hungry Tory {smiling, the golden butter melting into the toast as I spread it} wasn't sure what you'd be hungry for {laughs} so I just brought everything {smiles, lifting the toast to your lips}
*a chuckle escaping as my lips open and my teeth tear off a corner of crunchy, buttery toast, my eyes straying from the diamond glow of yours to the heartbeat pumping blood, the pulse in your throat calling out a growl as I chew* everything? *voice cleared of its growl with another bite of the offered toast, stomach taking up the rumble of sound. Traitor. Forcing emeralds back to diamond, my smile is razor ivory, glinting in the low light as I bite off another piece of toast*
{That feral look in your eyes, zeroing in on my pulsing vein, is one my body recognises all too well and the response is immediate, my heart rate accelerating, a pounding invitation beneath the rough-stubbled skin of my throat, the familiar ache of arousal stirring, clearing the lusty gravel from my voice, diamond eyes darkening perceptibly} everything and anything you desire nalla...that is what I brought, true..
*a heartbeat, drawn out as my mind gives up and my body takes over, toast abandoned for something far more satisfying, lips curled off the bladed violence of my hunger and sunk into the pulse of your life before another blink can pass, your body jerked into mine, flush to the hammer of my heart as I take greedy, brutal pulls on your vein...God, how had you gone so long without? This is...insane...a wild, crazed piercing of stubbled flesh, razors hooked into the well of your emotions and siphoning the power of your blood that dark spice potent liquid fire burning my throat, racing fiery life through my cells..the only gentle touch, my hand caressing my name in the heavy muscles of your back...fuck yes...*
Tory!! {growling a shocked laugh as you blindside me with the sudden pounce...and ahh fuck yes... feels so fucking good, that knifing penetration, raw, primal passion directed into the stab of your fangs through my skin, exquisite pain, my body relaxing into the feeding after the initial spasm, throat arched, giving you access, surrendering to your frenzied bloodlust, the soft, wet sucking seal of your mouth on my skin channeling pulses of erotic pleasure straight to my arousal, my hands tangled in your midnight curls, urging you on loving the feeling of you taking me inside of you, nourishing you...and our young...giving you my strength, my emotions, the depth of my love laced through the crimson essence that floods your mouth} fuck yes Tory....feed... take from me, my soul
*too much..I'm taking too much...my gentle strokes turn to a rake of nails gripping you closer, fangs stabbing deeper as your urging drives the animal hunger roaring in my blood stream, a primal need to replace what I lost, to use your warrior strength to sustain our young, to keep my body healthy for them..for you. Every flash of emotion like a spark in the salty rush of your blood, love and lust swirling an aphrodisiac sweetness that bathes my tongue and runs your essence through my veins.. guilt a flicker in the semi-sentient part of me watching this feeding attack...no more...don’t take any more...let go...whimpering soft protests into the seal over your pulse...but I don’t want to...I want to touch, and taste...claim you...being greedy taking more than I need when my bloodlust is lounging languid, sated, curled back inside its cage, a different beast caught in the frenzy now...one that wants to mark..be marked...with my draws turning to gentle suction, struggling to fit my needs back into their cage again, my claws in you release, my fangs retract and I slump, panting, fevered with passion, sexual electric heat sparking into my cells as I moan* fuck...I'm sorry....
{the fevered draw of your mouth, your talons in my skin...the heated electric passion...gone... as fast as you attacked... so you cease and my body mourns the loss of you like an amputation of my soul, hands planted on my thighs, breath coming in a hard pant that has nothing to do with exertion and everything to do with the wild lust betrayed by my dark, hooded, hungry eyes. My voice a husky whisper} you stopped
you didn’t want me to? *thighs splitting over your knees, hands cupping the sides of your neck, the emerald blaze of my eyes searing you with the love, the violent need in my soul...fuck I need you...tongue feathering over the puncture marks, fangs teasing again* feed with me
{never, I never want you to stop...my mind hears the logic, but the tug of that soul-deep, insane craving for you is so much more powerful, starved of you, the hunger I've kept securely locked away, chained and padlocked for so long I wondered if the beast had died...but no the invitation of your words sets that cage to rattling, a primal need roaring to be unleashed, I struggle to contain the bloodlust, but my own body betrays me, wetting my lips, fangs slicing down into my lower lip on a growl, pinning you in an intense diamond stare} fuck Tory... are you sure? Are you strong enough? Be very fucking sure, Tory. I can't control myself with you...
Very. Fucking. Sure. Vishous. You feed. Now. *Snarling as your rabid hunger sets my world on fire and my body to electric, a high voltage current of sexualised lightning arcing through my soul* please...take from me...*torture for you not feeding, torture for me not feeding you... I need your fangs in my skin more than my next breath, suffocated by my desire, my addiction to you...the plea growled again* please...
{my need for you is a compulsion.. I couldn't deny you now even if I tried.. the civilised side of me bound and gagged, the animal side dominant, demanding what it has so long been denied, breaths coming in short growls, anticipation kicking my heart to a hammer beat as my lips part off huge, dagger fangs and I know the look in my eyes is pure feral, zeroing in on its prey... the lush, pounding target of of your slender throat, sensing the lick of fear that shudders through you, despite your pleas, as my fist tightens in your hair and yanks your head back, exposing the alabaster column of your neck, the small whimper from your lips filtering through to the civilised prisoner in my brain.... I am not a fucking animal.... I am.... the tips of those razor fangs graze a path up your skin, my tongue wet and warm and when I pierce that delicate flesh it is with a tenderness that shocks me, crystal tears well in my eyes...God so incredible... your skin so soft, like virgin flesh, so intimate, so familiar and yet..it feels as though we are doing this for the very first time and when the gush of your lifeblood floods my mouth...fuck I am in heaven... the effect is intense, orgasmic, light to a blind man, water in the desert, slaking the raging thirst I have kept shackled so long.. my jaw locks, goateed lips sealing on your vein, siphoning your essence, drawing on the reservoir of your strength, your emotions flowing through me, tasting myself in you, loving it, every cell in my being resonating with euphoric pleasure, my muscles shuddering, dark, exotic spices leaching from every pore...oh God yes Tory...more..my body demands more...}
oh fuck Vishous...*all fear eclipsed by profound love as your tenderness breaks through animal brutality and pierces my soul in the starvation, the maddening need that eats at your muscles, and turns my male rabid with hunger...but even then, you can't hurt me. The stab of fangs brings my feminine whimpers to sing a melody of violent arousal into the air, your bonding scent a roar over my skin, flames combusting in the dark spices to fuel my cries, caught in the rapture of your bite, a willing sacrifice, offering all I am to the ferocity of your need, urging, my nails over my marks, spurring you on as your body shudders in the grip of my thighs and I tremble, trapped on the edge of sublime ecstasy and exquisite agony...Fuck I'm all yours. All fucking yours. Every cell, every drop of blood, longing to sustain you* MINE!!
{yes, yes..all fucking yours Tory... the muscles in my jaw working as I suck at your vein in great, greedy pulls, biology demanding more from famine to gorging feast... your nails clawing, urging me, fuelling the raging bloodlust....fuck I have to stop or I will drain you....and you would let me... limp and submissive as you are right now, shuddering in my bite...fuck... drawing on a deeper strength, the unbreakable bond that cleaves our souls... hurting you anathema to every fibre of my being... my jaw stops, my lips release their suction, fangs reluctantly withdrawn from the well of my addiction, tongue sweeping the ivory tips, gleaning every precious drop, laving the puncture wounds in your neck on a possessive growl, nuzzling your neck to whisper low in your ear} MINE Tory...you are mine...
*blissed, my soul euphoric on the resonations of your bite, jelly in your arms, a mere murmur on my lips but laden with passionate possession and surrender* all fucking yours...forever *God, is it possible for your soul to be so consumed by love, by the bond that is an indestructible link between our beings? Yes. I can't move, orgasmic tremors taking my body, taking my heart with the overwhelming pleasure of your feeding* Fuck nallum...
{my arms banding around you reflexively in a protective embrace, my body humming...alive with the potency of your gift...buzzing with an energy I haven't felt in so long its a high to my system, a headrush...orgasmic in it's intensity, muscles trembling my soul soaring on the violent love that hammers through my veins} I fucking love you Tory, my soul, my everything...{voice dropping to a low whisper} thank you...
*choking out a hoarse laugh, voice carrying a whisper of crystal tears as my love surges strong* don't thank me... I love you, with every breath, every heart beat, every drop of my blood and cell in my body loves you, belongs to you...*smiles, my face nuzzling over the wounds in your throat, my soul raw with emotion* it is an honor to feed you, hellren mine...
{murmuring huskily in your ear} The pleasure is mine Tory... {amusement leaking into my voice} you didn't eat your breakfast nalla...
*a smirk hidden in your skin, tongue sweeping devilish over your vein* yes I did...
Mmmm {fangs nipping your ear with a dark chuckle} not what I meant...and you know it, true...
*peeking over your shoulder at the whimpers coming from the cradle the Chosen brought in* they’re awake...

Breathe

I will fucking kill him...{The Chosen's robe shimmies around her trembling knees, betraying that beneath the chin-high, shoulders square, brave front, the female is fucking terrified. What a sight we must have made, pitching up at the door of  Rehv's big Victorian rambler of a mansion unannounced, dripping wet, half naked, spattered with the blood of our enemy, Tory moaning in my arms, caught in the throes of another gripping contraction...coming hard and fast, the birth surely imminent. Yeah, when it comes to fear, the petite blonde Chosen's got absolutely fucking nothing on me. Dread vising a stranglehold around my heart...growling.. that fucking Son Of A Bitch Havers...held up in the OR my ass!!...gloved hand fisted in frustration, the cell phone splintering into plastic shards as another pleading groan filters through the door to the fancy-ass bedchamber where Tory labors...alone...I will not leave her alone...steeling myself to open the door, ushering the Chosen into the room, trailing flowery scents in her wake, I close the distance to Tory in long strides, wild-eyed, so vulnerable, afraid, dwarfed by the huge, ornately carved bed, planting my ass on the edge of the mattress, clasping your delicate hand in my callused palm, the despair in my eyes at odds with the reassurance in my tone} Tory...this is Maia...{indictating the female with a jerk my jaw, willing her with my eyes to approach} Maia is a Chosen, trained in the arts of midwifery, she's going to get us through this thing... {omitting the part about when we do get through this, I'll be ripping out Havers' throat with my teeth}... you'll be okay Tory... we can do this, true
*God...where the hell are you? You dont get into this room right now...Ahhh FUCK!!! Pain replacing my breath with a screaming moan, body seized tight in agony, no breaks to even curse, agony taking my words and bowing me double...I cant do this...I cant do...thoughts ripped from my head as the spasm grips me, slamming a contraction into the tension of my breathless form...gasping...finally...a break...fuck...slumping back, the seconds relief concentrating my mind on the opening of the door...growling low, lips pulled off razor fangs as the female scent floods the room and the tear-blurred outline of a blonde...Chosen? fills my vision...I hear you through a fog as pain pounds into me, your palm in the cold sweat-slick grip of mine, crunching bone as I squeeze...God, what took you so long? Head shaking, falling to rest on your shoulder, white-knuckling your hand as the screams are nothing but a gasp..relief...shit..breathe...* Nallum...I cant...why arent you a seahorse? *the words moaned as the Chosen...Maia...makes her training worthwhile, her voice soft as she smiles a reassurance in the face of my agony, the truck plowing into my abdomen seizing all conscious thought, too much pain to even cry...cant breathe...*<<I think someone is ready to greet this world...you need to help them, Tohrture, they cant do this without their mahmen...>>*whimpering, my longing to see my young turning to fear that they wont survive, to keep them in the safety of my body...but nature has other plans, the next contraction forcing my muscles to bear down, to finally scream on a breath that catches, giving over to the excruciating, exciting urges that will bring our young*
{Fuck! Gritting my teeth into the bone-crushing vice-grip of your white-knuckled hand, swallowing back a hiss, the agonising snap of metacarpal bones is welcome..damn, give me something to kill, something to fix, anything but this crippling impotence, powerless to ease you, your suffering firing up every bonded male instinct in my body to a screaming roar. Eyes darting from your tortured expression to the Chosen, the folds of her white robe bunched about her knees, a blonde curl escaping the perfectly groomed chignon as she works, her words encouraging, surprisingly self-assured...for a Chosen...when to push.. when to breathe, offering a calm confidence, cutting through the riot of chaotic emotions that surges on every increasingly intense contraction, the female's clear grey eyes lifting to meet each of our faces in turn as the latest surge subsides, a smile playing on her mouth <<Verily, Mistress...Sire...the head of the first young is crowning...the birth is fast-approaching...just one or two more...>> her words cut off by Tory's scream as another contraction grips her...and a third bone in my hand snaps in sympathy....fuck!!...} Almost there Tory...you can do this nalla...
*Almost there? Almost there? I barely have one out...I have to do this again...Fuck...the next contraction barrels into me, rushing me with a seizing tackle and forcing my mind to co-ordinate with my body and just push...all I can do...helpless to stop the primal urges that have brought so many lives into this world...and taken many more....spearing my lip in the points of my fangs, every muscle wound up and bearing down, an instinct far beyond any other, eclipsing fear and sentient action to run excruciating spasms through my body in back to back contractions...please...fuck..please...no more...torture me, beat me, anything but this indescribable, uncontrollable force of nature that tears me apart on each tensing push...with the next howled breath, the pressure is gone on a rush...my body collapsed, hand flexing around yours in an exhausted squeeze, reassuring my soul that I'm alive, that you're still with me, the Chosen murmuring incoherently as I wait, brain a buzz with vicious emotion, trembling crazy shivers, my efforts to decipher her delicate mumblings a fail...white noise bathing me in the respite from my body's previously unrelenting agony...fuck...a shock of relief on my lips*
{Meeting your glazed eyes...I am awash with pride and profound relief, voice cracking} You are incredible, shellan mine...I...{my words are broken off as the Chosen extends the swaddled young toward me...my arms outstretched to accept young, the female's face is flushed, eyes downcast, head bowed, her tone distressed as she hands over the tiny bundle of life into my protection <<A female, Sire... forgive me, but I fear the second birth approaches fast.. I must attend your shellan>> she turns back to Tory, I acknowledge her with an absent nod, my focus trained on the deceptively insignificant weight in my arms, a shock of jet black hair and pink skin...and fuck..but I am blindsided by the sudden rush of emotion, vision swimming...is it possible to bond with your young as you do your mate?.. choking back crystal tears, this tiny, helpless bundle...my...daughter, Xsykhe, dwarfed in the arms of a warrior father...so caught up in the moment I fail to register the fact that she hasn't drawn a breath since I took her, that flushed pink skin begins to take on a bluish tinge...hertiny heart faltering with every beat...so still...so very fucking still...Oh...God... breathe baby...breathe...I beg you...<<breathe>> I am aware of the Chosen voicing my plea, but it is directed at Tory, my heart stalls and the world stops turning on its axis, cold panic freezing me to the spot...Tory's cries and the Chosen's instructions fading out to a muffled, underwater drone...a wash of tenderness and grief flooding though me...this is the daughter Tory has dreamed of holding for so very long...the young we fought so hard to protect...fate could not be this damn cruel...my head a leaden weight, lifting grief-stricken eyes to you, heart fracturing in my chest ........}
*hours...God...each contraction seems to last a lifetime, steamrolling over me, taking charge of my body and pushing it to its limits...but you have our young...a...daughter...if I heard the Chosen correctly over my screams...she's safe with you and my concentration can narrow back down to bearing our second born with the promise of two young...my strength waning, exhaustion heavy weighing on my shoulders and gripping me in the next seemingly eternal round of agony...my eyes flash to your face, to the Chosen, to our daughter, the ceiling...taking the energy from you to get me through every seize and release...every push...*<<breathe>>*I gasp on my tears, obeying her commands, the excitement and fear a war raging over me, a chaotic tumble of emotions that fight to claim my attention, but as my eyes catch on your expression in a brief rest...dread takes precedence...it swirls in the acrid scent of grief and emerald eyes glisten a question that I cannot voice...I will not voice...I need my breath, I need my strength...she is fine...she is well...fuck she has to be well or my world will fall apart and I wont have the will to labor through the contractions and help her twin greet the world. Eyes locked to yours, ice replaces my blood, rushing from my face, a cold sweat saturating my every inch as my prayers raise silently to the ceiling...*<<One more...just one more...>>*her words terse, my body obeys as my mind battens down all emotion, primitive urges reigning in my surrender...just one more...sounding a wild scream of maternal distress, I push*
{Our eyes lock, you know my fear, my mouth opens but no words will form...this cannot be...this will not be...she is not lost to us...I would feel it, wouldn't I? In that bonded place inside of me...I would know if the Fade was upon her...fate can go fuck itself, true...the paramedic field training finally kicks in...ABC...airway, breathing, circulation...gloved fingers trembling as I tilt back her head...God so fragile, so very breakable...my lips form the gentlest airtight seal on that tiny, perfectly formed mouth and nose...breathe...the kiss of life...my lips tremble the most heartsick, despairing kiss imaginable...little lungs inflating... again...breathe...please breathe...please for me...breathe for Tory...stay with us...}
*my eyes close...she's gone isnt she? I cant watch you try...cant look...I failed...again...fate denies me my daughters once again, tears my soul into splinters...crystal...shattering into shards of blinding grief...my body roaring a straining despair as Maia coos and our second young is delivered into a room of silent tears, innocent of its sisters war with life and hollering its tiny heart out...maybe it does know then...and it fights against fate as its parents do...with my breath coming back in shudders and shock wrapping me in tremors, my eyes can barely stay open, exhaustion final and definite...no more...I can do no more...cracked, broken, my voice is nothing but a whisper* I want to see them...*a whisper, but the demand is not to be denied. I will see our daughter, I will see...*<<a male, Mistress...Sire...>>*our son...leaden arms outstretched, reaching to you, to Maia...tears coursing, freed by the agony of labor and desperate* Now...
{The cry of a young registers, but it is not her. Her skin is pinker...true? Or am I deluding myself? Is it just the effects of my breath in her lungs? My breath is not enough. Her chest not moving of its own accord...panic flooding me...she's dying...here in my arms, the young I have only just held is leaving us, emotion a tangled knot constricting my throat, meeting your expectant gaze...but still no words will come...choked on grief as I pass her still form into the crook of your arm, the Chosen tucking our son into the other, pink, wriggling and bawling, the contrast is agonizing, the heel of my hand grinding hard circles over my sternum, the pain so bad I wonder how I am still standing.......}
*any composure I have left crumples as our young fit, so tiny, against my body, cradling them with the gentlest of hugs wishing to hold them tight...as though I could literally hold them to this earth with the sheer force of my love. My cheek rests, a feather light touch, on top of her tiny head as Khaos squirms his hands free from his swaddling, curling a miniature fist against my chest, warm on my skin as both young shake with the wracking sobs showering my sorrow. I cant even comprehend...one...so full of life, wriggling his way out of his bundle and flailing tiny arms to my skin, to his sister's skin...and her...Xsykhe...so still, so...quiet...and...My lids flare wide at the sunlight winding tendrils under her skin...a spiderweb glow emanating from Khaos' perfect, little hand and spanning her body in the ethereal embrace that pumps her faltering heart into a hummingbird beat, fills her lungs with her first breath and sounds out a young's first cry...Oh...God...Khaos' bawling whimpers down to a snuffling shuffle in my arms, a sleepy blink, all contentment now that his sister hollers her breaths and my tears rain delicate kisses over their living, breathing faces...yes...Fuck...thank you...thankyouthankyouthankyou...emeralds lifting glistening happiness to meet your diamond gaze* Vishous...she's...
Alive...{I don't know what it is I am witnessing...a miracle?...some kind of magic? a curse from the Scribe Virgin, or even a gift? I don't care. All that matters is that I am here, beholding the only three things in this existence that matter a goddamn...the ones I can't live without...and that cry and your tears of happiness are the sweetest things I have ever seen or heard...swiping at stubbled cheeks, my hands come away wet with tears} Fuck...I'm leaking Tory...{cracking a teary smile...fuck I am bowled over by the torrential swell of love, brought to my knees by the enormity of the responsibility, bonding scent saturating the room as I move to sit at the edge of the bed, hands tentatively reaching out to touch them, our young...our son, Khaos, our daughter, Xsykhe...finally here...tears flowing freely, a hysterical laugh escaping as I capture your lips in a bruising, desperate kiss...and in this moment I am completely and utterly undone} I love you Tory...
*The Chosen Maia bowing out and the other Chosen peering through the crack in the door, only registers as you shift to my side, my lips parting a teary smile beneath the happiness crushing your mouth to mine, our young nestled in the closeness of our bodies, protected, so damn secure with you surrounding us* I love you, Vishous...*it would be a dream if only my body didnt ache so...perfect, heaven...our family complete, our young healthy, finally, my head tucked into the curve of your shoulder as we stare through crystal tears at the beauty of our young, my eyes closing over a fresh attack of tears, overwhelmed, my soul refracting the light of our joy into rainbow delight...the DM door closed on a tired smile*

In Deep Water

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Denied

{pulling the black ceremonial robe up my shoulders, knotting the silk sash low on my hips...a summons from the King was not to be ignored...a pissed Wrath was a bad fucking plan... I needed time off rotation to be with Tory when the young decide to make their grand appearance...Tory...there you are, tangled in the sheets of our mated bed, the scent of exotic, drugging spices curling up into the air. Goatee a velvet brush up the back of your neck, lips cushioning soft kisses on your delicate skin, voice low and gravelly} you'll wait here for me? Until I get back nalla?
I will wait here for you, my soul...not moving a muscle...*arching a feline stretch along the length of your body as my throat is filled with loud purrs of contentment, your lips brushing pleasure over my skin and embracing my heart in the tender love* I'll be here...
Good Tory...that's good {voice liquid silk, one gloved finger tracing your jawline} because I like you...just where you are, true...and I'd hate to have to tie you to our mated bed... {clamping a fang on your lobe with a sensuous growl} will you be wet for me Tory?
always fucking wet for you...you make me melt...*growling the words on a breathless sigh of desire, molten at your touch images swamping my thoughts with arousal* I'll be waiting...
Perfect.... {the word purred in your ear, dripping seduction} I will hunt you down....
Mmm...can't fucking wait...
{materialises in shadow, untying the sash of my robe, shrugging the black silk off broad, muscled shoulders, voice a low erotic growl} so, did you wait for me Tory?
*rolls in the swathes of silk to face you, a seductive smile inching up the corners of my mouth, voice a low purr* of course I waited...
Hmmm {stalking to the bed, hard muscle flexing in the candlelight as I stalk up between your thighs, gaze darkening, a starved predator, nostrils flaring at the drugging scent of your arousal, dropping my face to your neck, inhaling a line up your throat to whisper low in your ear} and is my shellan melting for me?
*thighs parting, a split welcome caging your hips, spine curved, head dropped back at the growled whisper rushing heat over my skin, your hand in mine, coasting our palms over the silk-encased curves of my body to fit you in the vee of my thighs, arousal drenching satin, slicking the material beneath our fingers, emeralds flashing vibrant desire into your diamonds* melting for you, hellren mine...always...
Good Tory...that's fucking good, true {snarling as you ride my fingers through the wet satin with rough friction, dragging our joined hands up to my mouth, locking you in a gaze, all burning, feral need, tongue licking a hot trail over your knuckles, tasting, inhaling you deep before dropping back to growl at your ear} and did you touch yourself, Tory...while I was gone? Did you think of me and touch?
*moans dripping from my lips as your words bring a flush of embarrassment to my cheeks...how did you know?* fuck...yes...I needed you... you left me aching...*the accusation purred on your jaw, a half-hearted admonishment since the wait heightened me to the point of breaking and your touch...your fingers...you need to be filling the empty, clench of molten desire, fangs grazing over stubble, coaxing you closer*
you didn't wait for me...{pinning your gaze, eyes narrowed, one razor fang snagged on my lower lip, a growl bubbling up from my chest} bad...bad...nalla...{the words accusatory, the tone dripping with seductive threat} does my shellan need a lesson in not-touching? Hmm? {rearing up between your thighs, winding and releasing the black silk sash around my fist, one slash of a brow raised questioningly}
I waited, nallum...I swear...I only touched...I didn't come...*a soft smirk curving my lip, eyes widening, intent on watching the strip of silk unravel and tighten in your hands, nails trailing down your chest while I still have the chance...burning with anticipation, that thrum of feminine fear lacing my arousal, entwined with the violent melting heat of my desire, a volcano of lust in my core soaking silk in my need and rocking my hips up to yours, thighs locking tight at your waist, innocently blinking* I was bad? You never forbade me from touching...
{lip curling up off fully extended fangs, your wrists gripped tight, yanked from my chest and pinned above your head, lowering my rough stubbled mouth to the tender shell of your ear with growled whispers} you said you would wait Tory...you're lying...you came, you came with my name spilling from your lips...I can smell it...I can feel it, true..{the heel of my gloved hand riding up between your breasts, rough palms running up your arms, deft hands weaving the soft silk around your wrists, through the head of the bed, jerking the binding tight} I want you to come again Tory...I want to watch...and this time I want you to scream my name like you mean it, true
*cheeks hued embarrassment and arousal, a steady flush burning in my body, fresh whimpers spilling forth, your name a plea, a desperate moan for mercy, my fear battling with the lust riding my body hard as your hands fasten me expertly to the bed, resisting, testing the bonds...I wont survive you...this punishment...I came..twice...screaming for you and now I'm being answered...and I wont survive…smiling, hiding it in a purred growl and writhing, a half-struggle that only brings my captive body undulating beneath yours, brushing skin to skin, lips seeking yours, begging for the contact, the inferno too much and you havent even started punishing me yet* V...
{shaking my head slowly, mouth a breath out of reach from your lips, eyes hooded, smouldering} no Tory…when I want you to say my name, I'll tell you, true...{my hard-muscled, powerful frame looming, an erotic threat hovering above you...touch denied...easily evading the arching undulations of your spine off the mattress...gloved hand reaching for the dagger on the nightstand, the one I let you play with, the sharp point tenting my upper lip, exposing the full, lethal ivory length of one fang} ready to play Tory? {flipping the dagger, blade over hilt, my breath hot on your cheek as I draw the cold steel tip in a slow, weaving path from the inside of one wrist to the sensitive skin of your underarm...circling predatorily...precise, delicate pressure...pain, cold sensation.. without penetration...} tell me how it feels, Tory...
*mind flaming with arousal...you expect me to think? Talk? When you're torturing me...denying me....growling...all I want is to fucking touch you...cant...when the blade is tormenting my senses with the biting threat of sweet pain, flooding my core with a liquid ache, driving my body into a cranked up animal writhe, arching, craving the sensation of your body on mine...whimpering* It is fire and ice.. it hurts because it is not hurting...it is the cold on my skin but the flames in my body and I want more....*flexing in the grip of silk, yearning for the metal tip to break skin and drag my pleasure in the burn of exquisite pain, eyes wild, fevered emerald, begging silently as my lips shape my answer and my curves flare just a little hotter, fighting the hold even as I surrender, craving you too much* please...
{lids flaring, bright diamond eyes dilating on a purred growl} love that fucking word in your mouth Tory...{tongue curling around one fang} and if I give my nalla what she wants...more...{rolling the word in my mouth, tasting it} will she give me what I demand? {running the flat of the cold blade over the hammering vein at your throat, trailing the tip in a lazy trail, diamond gaze eating up the gooseflesh that prickles over your feverishly aroused skin in its wake, cool metal tracing under one full breast, snagging a puckered, taut nipple on the razor point, piercing flesh with a welling of crimson blood as I drag the dusky pink bead to my mouth, tongue flickering over the tip, my breath searing, evaporating the trail of moisture left in the wake of my wet mouth}
*brow furrowing in confusion...what you demand? what did you demand....what did you...ahh fuck!!! Jack-knifing off the bed as the cold kiss of the blade draws hot rivulets of blood from the tight bead of my nipple...excruciating pleasure rocketing down to coil tension in my core at the razor point piercing flesh and spilling my life into the hot suction of your mouth, your tongue teasing, the trail of the blade still resonating a chill through my nerves and lighting them up like a christmas tree...plugged into the well of ecstasy, and trembling on the blissful edge of agony, thighs quaking at your hips, feline undulations thrusting the bloody peak into your touch, my addiction so close and yet so far, keeping me at bay with silken binds, my hands restrained from marking you* anything...what do you want, nallum? Fuck...please....*I am going to combust, the fire already consuming my soul in violent desire and sexual anticipation*
Sshhhh Tory {huskily whispering on your breast} not yet...when I'm ready for your screams...you'll know, true {razing the crimson trickle from your skin with the edge of the blade, steel flashing in the candlelight as I draw the flat of my tongue slowly up the shaft, lids closing on a deep, erotic moan, relishing the explosive cocktail of your potency, a palate laced with your fear, your lust, your agonised anticipation. Licking the wound in a healing sweep of my tongue, the blade inching lower, circling the swell of your stomach, a reverently murmured 'soon' escaping my mouth gloved fingers fisting your chains with a rough tug, tongue flicking the jewelled dagger at your navel, strumming it as I might tease your clit, hungry eyes watching you intently, eating up every tortured expression in your emerald eyes as I slip the hilt of the knife between your thighs, hard, cold, smooth, unyielding friction over the soaked satin barrier that veils your hotly aroused, swollen folds, the words deep, husky, dominant, a statement, not a question} you want me to make you come Tory...
*every inch of my body humming with the tight wound coil of lust that screws harder, twisting the inner muscles of my core in a vice of emptiness, needy, hungry, feral...denying me what I yearn for the most, my air only returned to me with the stroke of your tongue, the whisper of metal on my skin, tension in the taut bunch of lithe muscle as you tongue the dagger in my navel, the vibrations lower, playing over my clit with the throb of my heartbeat, the rapid pulse wracking up the grinding of my hips, arching through silk to meet...ohh fuck…should be illegal to devastate my arousal with so much ecstasy, skin too tight over the writhing curves of my body, thighs clamping down around you, around the dagger between my legs, roughly riding the silk over my most intimate skin, the delicate slick flesh barred from you, from any real touch by the sheets...hips gliding my sex along the hilt...more...I need more...you...fuck!* fuck…please...let me come..
Good Tory...good..Fuck yes!! {snarling the words, dagger slicing wet satin like a knife through warm butter, heavy hands clamped on your inner thighs, spreading you wide for my starved, feral gaze, arousal dripping sweet honey down the seam of your pink, throbbing folds, gloved hand fisted around the thick, iron shaft of my aching cock, feeding the blunt head down that molten seam, riding over your pulsing clit, parting your lips, my own parting over fully extended fangs, animal sounds rumbling around the room, my ass muscles flexing to angle my erection to the tight entrance of your core, the blistering heat of my gaze pinning you, flickering over your bowed form, stretched, bound, arching off the black silk, begging with every cell in your body for the release so long denied. Growling the command, the thick girth of my cock a powerful, thrusting invasion, steel sheathed in liquid velvet, inch by stretching inch, balls deep, punching into your spot with vicious, brutal precision} scream for me Tory... make my fucking ears bleed nalla...now!!
*tremoring, fighting so hard to rein in the release that threatens to obliterate every inch of me, the hard ridge of your cock torturing the bead of my desire with slow rough strokes, splitting me wide...and oh fuck yes!!! My fangs clamp down on my lip to stop the scream as the blunt head of your erection kisses the magma entrance of my sex, scorched by your gaze, seared by your touch, inflamed by the erotic torment building me to the point of exquisite, excruciating climax, your words my trigger, unleashed in a scream of ecstasy, pure, primal, animalistic bliss sounding in a fury of screams, your name at the epicentre of the volcanic detonation, the iron length of your shaft buried in the heart of me, drilling my sweet spot with the most brutal of thrusts, all agony culminating in a vicious explosion of pleasure...atoms split apart to dark, sexual matter, molecules shattered and pieced back together around your soul, the foundations of my world crumbling under the seismic wave of visceral ecstasy and profound, eternal love...submitting to the power of you, the merciless steely penetrations kicking my body into feline undulations, black swirling ink, silvery scars and emerald flames dancing for you* Vishous!!
YES!!! FUCKING YES!! {heavy pounding fuck-thrusts drilling you into the black silk, the bindings straining at your wrists, the headboard shaking, your screams eclipsed, drowned out by the furious battle-cry, a thunderous roar ripped from my lungs as your core battens down a tight corkscrew around the shaft of my cock, vicing against the onslaught of devastating release, no defence against the punishing slam of my hips...mercilessly riding you through the cresting waves of ecstasy, my own climax barrelling in on the back of yours, nailing my hips into yours, planting my hot, pulsing release deep in the core of your femininity, slathering you in the thick, molten heat of my brand, the bonded male bellowing, triumphant, dark exotic spices a pungent fragrance saturating the room, blending with the delicious scents of sex and blood, hips pumping reflexively, breath sawing hard in my ribs, my heart a jackhammer, pounding with the force of intense release and fathomless, insane love} fuck Tory!!! Fuck! Fuck!
yes...fuck..*yielding to the slamming thrusts of your hips as you drive your release home and drown me in your pleasure, imprinting on the inside of my core, branding my fisting inner muscles as your scent permeates an invisible mark into my skin, taking the heavy, powering assault on my core with whimpers, your name, a prayer, over and over, the only word that means anything to me in the vortex of ecstatic release...lost...flooded with your violent love, with the insane possession that claims us both, panting, chest heaving with the ragged breaths, body winding down into your slowing, hard thrusts, working through the waves running bliss through my nerves* fuck...V....
{bracing myself over you, lips grazing your mouth with harsh, panted breaths, tongue stroking at your fangs} fuck... {stubble grazing your cheek as my voice finds your ear in a husky growl} MINE Tory…MINE!! {amusement leaking into my low secretive whisper} next time you touch yourself, remember this Tory...and scream my name like you fucking mean it, true {licking up the shell of your ear} you'll come harder…
*snarling a hiss at your words, cheek nuzzling at the rough stubble of your jaw, voice dropping to a whisper* next time....you can watch…*smirking softly, lip curled in amusement as I kiss you, taking your lips with husky laughter and tender love* I will scream...I always scream for you, hellren mine...*fangs tugging at your lower lip, my blood on your skin stoking the embers of my arousal* all fucking yours…
{growling on your lips} you know I like to watch Tory.. {raspy laughter still shaking my pecs as my fingers unravel the black silk bindings on your wrists} and I love to hear you scream...fucking love you. Period.
*lids flaring as dark heat suffuses my gaze with new hunger* I love to watch...*grins, rubbing my nose up your throat, laving a path up the beating vein, flexing out the faint ache in my wrists, the light tinge of bruising* I fucking love you too, V...for fucking ever...
For fucking ever nalla... {arching my neck into the wet rasp of your tongue on a low moan} hungry Tory?
mmm...always ravenous for you....*fangs testing the skin over your pulse, grazing hard, sucking your heartbeat onto my tongue with a purr*
Mmmm {rolling onto my back in a surge of sated, melting muscle, draping you over my chest, head thrown back into the black silk pillows, jugular exposed, a vital hammer beat tapping the rough skin...inviting the dagger penetrations of your fangs} take what is yours Tory...
MINE!! *settled half over you, my strike is hard and fast, fitting into the curve of your throat and puncturing your stubbled flesh with the unsheathed blades of my hunger, stabbing deep, piercing through to the depths of your soul and drawing your essence in a rough, siphoning drag, lips cushioning a seal over the twin wounds as your life filters into mine, your emotions flavoured spice on my tongue*
Ahhh yes...{the brutal twin penetrations anaesthetised by the current of orgasmic bliss still buzzing through my body, the jolt of my body in your razor grip more lust than pain driven, the shaft of my cock, lying up my abs, swelling, hardening to an iron length, responding to the wet sucking cushion of your lips on my skin, the pleasure-pain of your canines buried deep in my throat...strong hands dragging your hips over mine, you seemingly oblivious, caught in the rapture of the frenzied bloodlust, until it's too late and I have impaled you on the hard ridge of my erection...only then a small whimper escaping your throat.. our combined arousal slicking my shaft as my hips rock a lazy-fucking, deep thrusting rhythm in time with your suckling mouth} All fucking yours Tory...
*Oh...sweet...fuck...the bloodlust planting images, sensations, you, so, fucking deep inside me a blur on reality, a drowsy thrusting, stretching the tensing muscles of my core and rippling through the wet fisting channel, mirroring the strong, hungry draws on your vein, blood and sex...two hungers sated and bursting back into flaming awareness...not my imagination...whimpering soft, punctuating the motion of your hips, our hips, one body moving in a syncronised glide of curves and muscle, your blood a riot of emotions bathing my tongue in surges of hot gushing liquid, hooked into your vein, feeding my addiction, sustaining the young dwelling, growing inside me, growling my pleasure as ecstasy coils its corkscrew of mounting orgasmic pressure through the gyrating lines of my body...mmm...fuck...MINE...*
Uhnnnn fuck {big warrior hands spread over the soft rounds of your ass, buried in your flesh, screwing your hips down on my iron girth, your slick core slapping wet on my balls, keeping time with the wet sucking of your mouth, slow, sensual, deep grinding, feeding my pulsing shaft through the fisted sheath of your core, touching you deep inside with every stroke, your sex milking my cock just as your lips and tongue siphon my essence inside you...so intimate...so erotic...so right...sustaining you...pleasuring you...my female…my mate…my young. Feeling your fangs sink deeper, tearing my flesh on a whimpered moan, the lick of pain, the pleasured sound from your throat, triggering another deep-pulsing orgasmic explosion, a depth charge erupting molten ecstasy, my entire body shuddering hard in the grip of your canines} Ahhh fuck Tory!!!
*Holy...fuck!!! Growling into your skin, screaming into your vein, bubbling blood as your release surges into the vicing clamp of my core, catching hold of my ecstasy and hurtling me into the free fall with you, careening out of control on the magnitude of pleasure swarming my system and knocking the grinding twists of my hips up a notch, fangs torn free to gasp your bonding scent into my lungs and fly on the wings of our climax, nails curling claws into your shoulders, raking down your chest, clinging to you, canines bared vicious bloodied ivory, pounding down on your hips to drive the ripples of satiation onwards, prolonging the violent euphoria in cresting peaks* Ahhh...V!!!
Tory!! {hissing a snarl, your nails furrowing deep, bloody gouges down my pecs, detonating pulsing aftershocks of ecstasy that jerk my hips involuntarily, convulsing spasms nailing me into your viced, velvet sex over and over and over again...eyes glazed with dark passion flaring at the awesome sight of you…wild, hair tangled, ink writhing in the flickering candlelight, my blood dripping from deadly canines, gloved hand fisted at your nape, dragging your mouth onto mine in a ravenous clash of tongues and fangs, the masculine spice of my blood inside you, my hot release branded into your core, my black velvet scent infused into every inch of skin, every hair on your head...marked, used, owned…loved...and that's just me...and I fucking love it} fuck I love you Tory...for fucking ever, true…
for fucking ever...*gasping bloody kisses onto your lips, starved kisses, branding with my mouth as my fangs did, as your scent does, marked, whether invisible or not, owned, your name in my skin, loved...by every touch, every word, every breath...and I fucking love it... quaking around your body, thighs twitching with shocks of ecstasy as they continue to channel through us and cast us into our own brand of heaven...that world that exists only for us when we are together...that we run to when we are apart...our souls merged so seamlessly with each other that there is no start of me and end of you...just an eternity of us...sweat-glistening skin gliding over yours in a full-body embrace as my core flexes a fluid fist around the shaft of your cock and I fall languidly to your side, careful of our young, sated*
Fuck Tory.... {heaving breaths, heartbeat calming to a steady drumbeat, one arm folded behind my head, the other trailing your curves, craving your touch...always...the scent of our bond intoxicating, relaxing, soporific, bliss a low hum vibrating through me, muscles liquefied...twitching...the shaft of my cock glossed with our combined arousal, falling up my abs, kicking at the loss of your heat,  turning my glassy diamond gaze on you with a slow, fanged grin} fuck, are we dead yet Tory?
mmm...*tucking myself under your arm, the rhythm of our calming bodies soothing me, fingers doodling random shapes down your abs as I find my voice through the haze of bliss sheltering us, glazed emerald eyes melting into diamond with a lazy, satisfied smile* sure feels like it...la petite mort turned into...the fucking giant mort..*laughing, face turned as my tongue flicks out to catch a bead of sweat hurrying down your abs, kissing the twitching muscles, our taste, our bond on your skin, claimed by the rasping sweep of my tongue* Fuck I love you, V...you make me melt, and sizzle...my addictive warrior...how I love you...
Mmmm epic mort...{lazy, sated laughter rippling my abs beneath your tongue} I should make you wait for me more often {winks and smirks}
hmm...perhaps...as long as you promise to revive me when I die from lack of your touch...*soft laughter fluttering over your stomach, eyes flicking up to yours*
I'll provide all the mouth to mouth you require, shellan mine {a fanged smile spreading my lips}

Burning Bitches

*when we finally emerged from the closet, the shutters had gone down and we'd fallen willingly into bed, the argument lost amongst the clothes and the sultry scent of bonding and sex...but there was still a little niggle of something that woke me early with its brilliantly jealous idea. When the shutters rose for the new night, my feet hit cold black tile and my curves were wrapped in the sheet I'd stolen from V's sleeping form, my warrior, sprawled, naked, across the entire bed, only a curved indentation at his side where I'd been. I dont have long. He'll wake when my heartbeat no longer registers in his dreams, or he doesn’t get kicked by our young. Creeping, a pregnant ninja, back into the closet with its newly cracked mirror and aroma of possession and reconciliation, it takes only a moment to find the discarded black book and pad stealthily onto the balcony, glass doors sliding silently closed behind me, concealing my insane urge. 

The bottle of nail polish remover I’d snagged from the bathroom on my way out serving as my napalm alternative…since I didn’t want to blow the entire Penthouse up…set aside to await my bidding, but I cant help but flick through the pages, names, numbers…their limits…a menu designed to cater to every mood, every intensity. I knew…I knew everything but damn, this hurts…and the urge to kill them all only intensifies as the pages turn, tears blotting the different inks. He’d thrown it in my face to make a point…I know…but the mere thought of his fangs sinking into another female, his life flowing in the veins of someone not me…belonging to someone who isn’t me…rips at my heart and catches my breath on a choked growl of fury, the wind whipping my hair in a lashing attack of silk, a physical representation of the storm coiling, lethal in its possession. Dropping the small book to flip a paper rustle in the wind, pages flicking wildly, caught in its anger, the nail polish remover dousing the tome of females, splattering tile, my acetone tears letting go of his past, of my insecurity, of the failure I feel at not being able to satisfy his biological needs…all of it going up in a powerful rush of flames, a ball of gases and flammable liquid consuming the book as the match falls, lit, eating hungrily, starved fiery teeth devouring page after page, names rising up in the smoky haze of my emotions, snatched by the talons of the wind and carried from my sight…eyes stinging in the heat, I watch until nothing remains but ash…my catharsis complete, and the lure of my sleeping male calling me back to bed*

The Little Black Book

{Willing the balcony doors closed behind me, throwing a glance to Tory where she lies asleep in a tangle of black silk. Good deal…A chance to clean my shit up before she sees me. Shitkickers squeaking softly on the marble floor, eating up the distance to the closet. Slipping silently inside, closing myself in, white irises constricting as the wall sconces flare to life...catching my reflection in the full-length mirror...and fuck, I look like shit, true...skin sallow, cheeks sunken, dark shadows under my eyes..not that I give a fuck about appearances, but this...peeling off the black wifebeater to reveal the bandage over my ribs....the crimson stain bleeding into the white gauze...a stark reminder that my body is not healing..it's been days, secretly changing the dressings, my shellan doesn't need this shit, true...cursing the fine tremor in my gloved hand as I tear the adhesive bandage from my skin}
*Hard to sleep when your soul walks into the room and replaces the air with his presence, my skin flushing even as I rouse enough to watch V disappear into the closet...the usual routine that dragged sighs from my lips as he skirted around me to change. Well I want to see my hellren..I want to touch him, and know that he's alive because ever since fucking Havers' visit, he has obeyed the doctors orders and proceeded to torture us both...no feeding...a loss of intimacy far beyond the physical, the biological, colour me selfish, but it's slowly...killing me...this...distance from V. God...bare feet hitting the cold floor and carrying me to him. I'd just watch...hip propped on the doorjamb, emerald eyes narrowed in the light of the sconces, raking hot over his undressing form. Mine...my soul snarled as it unfurled to rear possession and worry...blood...again...always the faint strain tainting the air of the suite...I always disregarded it...Clearing my throat * You're hurt...again?
{Fuck....muttering under my breath, diamond eyes flipping up to meet the accusation etched on your face, gloved hand shielding the wound from your penetrating gaze, free hand reaching to cup your jaw, running my thumb over your curled lip} No...I'm solid Tory...it's the same wound...and it’s healing, true. Go back to bed, my love. I'll join you there…
*face jerked from the cradling caress of your hand with a slight snarl, worry beating away your comfort* What are you?! Human?!! This..*gesturing to your side with a sneer* should be healed by now...it's been days, Vishous...that should be nothing...not bleeding as though it's freshly done...*the tremor in my voice a strange combination of fury and shame...shame that I cant heal you, that I cant give your body what it needs to patch itself up, furious at the helplessness that follows...fingers grazing harshly over the wound to bring your blood up on my skin* You have to heal...
{your touch lingers, a burn on my palm...a stinging on my soul...to have you jerk away from me.. the anger in your voice making me bristle...frustration knitting my brows.. forcing a gratingly reasonable tone into my voice} I will heal, just not as fast. I'm strong Tory. You heard what Havers said, true. {fixing you in a heated diamond stare, eyes searching your face, voice cracked with emotion} I will not risk you or our young Tory...end of, feel me?
*fighting to hold on to my anger as your diamond eyes sear my soul with the well of emotion burning bright* You need your strength, to sustain me, to nourish them...*God, said out loud it is so selfish...I dont want to risk our young, the thought tears my soul into glass shards...but my heart bleeds seeing you hurt, not healing, suffering for me, us...* You need to feed....*the fury in these words, at my own inability to cater to my male's needs, drops them to a frozen whisper*
Fuck!...{the words cut bone deep…verbal fucking castration...the implication...you are weak...too weak to take care of your shellan and your unborn young... the temperature plummets, feeling more like a meat-locker than a walk-in closet, icy condensation fogging the full-length mirrors, my ragged breath raising goosebumps on your bare skin, eyes darkening perceptibly, narrowed, locking you in a hard glare, fangs bared, the words strained} you want me to feed from another female Tory? I will not feed from you... it's the only logical alternative, true...{gloved hand yanking open a drawer, gloved hand planting the little black book right over your heart, my words laced with bitterness} here, you pick one Tory, Laehsandra? Caith? I assure you, they'll be more than willing, true. Want me to work them out while I'm at it? Want to watch me fuck one of them while I suck on their vein? What fucking difference Tory? What....{fisting handfuls of my hair, eyes burning bitter tears as my voice trails to a hoarse whisper} What do you want from me Tory?....
*....my soul screams....the images that writhe and fuck agony into my mind too much, you, them...no...no fucking way..I... wont...survive that...whoever the fuck said females dont bond to their males needs to be right here, right now...the snarls not even animal, too caught up in the vehemency of my abhorrence to be anywhere near sane, sick to my heart at the plague in my mind...no...no..but...you need it...their blood...they could heal you, stop your pain, the hunger that gnaws and rips underneath your skin, crawling sharp claws into your weakening muscles...I'd felt it...I could not let you live like this for however long it took for our young to join us...the book hurtles towards your head with all the force I can muster in the trembling anger and sorrow of my body, my hand not even taking time to make a fist as it connects with your face, all the pain channeled into a single motion, my voice broken, hollow as your life takes precedence over my possession, over the urge to annihilate all females you ever touched..our young need you strong* not Laehsandra..not her…I want you...I want to feed you...I want to be the one who sustains you but I FUCKING CANT!! *backing into the wall* Fuck...
{Huffing a grunt as your fist connects, an explosion of welcome pain in my face, gloved hand swiping at the trickle of blood, on my lips, eyes narrowed to diamond slits, getting right up into you, chest to chest, looming, my face a breath from yours, our gazes locked, voice deepened by emotion} Nice Tory...fucking good, true. Now that I've got your attention, lets get something straight between us...{gloved fingers tilting your chin up as you threaten to avert your gaze, a blush of anger? shame? suffusing your cheeks...dark possessive spices pulsing off my skin, flooding the confined space, growling out the words} I have everything I need....right...here..true {placing your palm flat over my heart, the beat slamming against my ribcage, my palm resting tenderly on the swell of our unborn young, a stark contrast to the strength in my voice} I will feed from no other female....and until the young are born and you are all safe...I will not feed from you… is that fucking clear enough for you Tory?
*emerald glare a testament to my anger as you loom over me, a failed attempt at intimidating, your touch too tender, your eyes speaking too much of the love that binds our souls...eyes flicking over your face as your words run harsh, sincere, infusing me with a dichotomy....kill you for using my possession to make a point or kiss you for not really wanting to make good on that threat...fingertips stroking over the drumming of your heart, tears filling crystal relief in the fire of my gaze, relishing the connection of your palm, resting over the twin life kicking to the tumult of my emotions* but…*no Tory...stop...you dont want him to feed off them remember? Just shhh, female...focus turning inward, to the young ...our young...and mentally willing them to hurry the fuck up so I can feed their father and not go killing every female in that black book....which will be destroyed...with napalm...Growling, emerald melting into diamond on a huff* crystal...
Good fucking deal, true {exhaling a hot breath against your lips...the condensation evaporating from the mirrors as the temperature in the closet begins to rise} Nice hit Tory..my lips are tingling...{laughing huskily} hmmm permission to kiss my shellan now, Mistress? {quirks brow}
*damn you for being so irresistibly infuriating, the tension leaving my body as our lips are separated only by evil atoms and words* permission granted, warrior...*emeralds sparkling as my lips heat in anticipation, a smile hovering in a curve*
Mmmm {leather-bound fingers tilting your chin, eyes smouldering diamond embers of possession, raking over your full, pink mouth, the curl of your lips no less sexy for the fact it is pleasure rather than anger that shapes them. Tongue poised on the tip of one razor fang, dipping my head, the molecules that separate our mouths electrically charged... pausing... savouring the sweet anticipation. Two sets of lips meeting... heart stuttering a staccato beat while time stands still....}
*slowly, so fucking slow, held a willing captive in the diamond pools of your love as my lips part in delicious expectation, the thud of my heart an erratic tempo as the world stops turning on its axis, and existence turns to nothing, nothing but the promise of your mouth on mine, the unity that binds us in intimacy, soft tendrils of your scent twining us closer... breath caught, waiting, released on a gentle moan when our souls collide, our worlds merge and your lips take me with a slow passionate burn that sings the intensity of our love*
............................................. {fuck..............and breathe.......... heart..... beat...... your lips on mine the only vital bodily function that makes any sense in the vortex of emotion that connects two souls as surely as our lips are fused in tender possession, palms framing the delicate bone structure of your face, lids closed, my universe focussed on the soft crush of your lips on mine....murmuring the Old Language words} I love you, shellan mine, my soul...
*crystal tears shimmering behind closed lids, the force of love channeled, passing an emotional charge between our bodies, flowing electric where our lips are moulded together, two entities fused at a single point, a spiritual embrace professed in the tenderness of your mouth on mine, cradled by your strong hands, vibrantly alive when our souls touch, my life, my trust infused in the crush of my lips* I love you hellren mine...my soul..*the Old Language lyrical on my tongue, breathy against your mouth, our language from your lips...soul-binding...*
{my breath a shudder on your lips, shivering with the intensity of the connection, chills rising on my heated skin, held together by a magnetism, an attraction that transcends physical touch, a soul-deep, unbreakable bond, breathing the words with raw emotion} Thank you Tory...
*confusion quirking a brow, voice husky, soft, sharing breath as I retain the slightest of contact on your lips, lids fluttering open to sear you with glittering emerald depths, my soul in my eyes, my heart on my lips* for what, nallum?
{lips curving on yours in a smile} for the kiss nalla.... for everything, true... for wanting me, for trusting me, for believing in me, for being there, for being such a fuck awesome mate, for being you.. you amaze me. Every fucking day, true.... love you Tory...for fucking ever…
*blinking as liquid crystal escapes, a tear tracking to the corner of my smile* it is an honour, to be your mate, to be your friend, to be wanted by you, loved by you, you inspire and challenge me and amazing is just who you are...you make me want to live...make me feel alive...it is an honour to love you, Vishous...for fucking ever…
Fuck... {exhaling the curse...no more fucking words for what just passed between us, the closet space contracting around us, the scent of my bond dominating the atmosphere...electric, sultry, like a storm about to be unleashed} fuck…
*laughter laced with a dark seduction, your curses touching a primal part of me that craves you, surrenders to you.* Fuck is right...*my anger still simmers in the background as our worlds align, desire riding my possession hard, pooling heat*
{snatching your hair in my fists, pecs heaving against your bare breasts, your nipples peaking in hard beads against my skin, mouth hot on your neck, biting fanged kisses up to your ear, the hard column of my arousal jerking in my leathers at the taste of you, an animal growl rolling up my throat} I want you Tory...
I need you...take me...*purring into whimpers, body assaulted by sensation, fevered kisses biting my skin, nipples taut beads of sensitised flesh, brushing the muscles of your chest with the instinctive animal grinds of my body, teasing the iron length of your arousal straining, imprisoned in leather, core slick lust in response to the call of your hunger*
{growling, breathing fiery lust down your neck, skin flushed with raw, primal need, eyes hooded, dark with passion, cock pounding in the tight binding of my leathers, demanding release, the scent of your arousal blooming in the confines of the closet, igniting flames of untameable arousal, yanking the plug on my control, animal lust taking control of my body as I wheel you around, planting your hands on the cold glass of the mirror, feral diamond eyes meeting your flushed reflection, fangs piercing my lower lip, my arousal ground hard at the small of your back}
*the wicked grin that curves my lips as you flatten my palms to the mirror is all female triumph..I love it when you lose control...our reflections all contrast, hard muscle grinding into soft curves, skin licked over by the fierce flames of our arousal, our desire, the dominating masculine warrior mass of your body dwarfing my delicately muscled feminine frame writhing wild feline gyrations, a primitive demand, despite the differences, our power shared, our bodies one* V…*a new fury flooding my body, a violence of love, of need, of desire replacing the earlier anger* I need you inside me...
Fuck yes Tory... {tongue flicking out over my lips and fangs on a low growl, shitkickers hooking around your ankles, spreading you wide, my mouth finding the back of your neck in biting, fanged kisses, eyes transfixed on your face in the mirror, gloved fingers sliding between your thighs, grazing the dripping, swollen skin of your folds while my free hands rips at the front of my leathers to bare the throbbing iron shaft of my cock, fingers spreading the lips of your core, thumb coaxing the sensitive nub of your sex while the head of my cock grinds on your wet flesh, pushing through the tight threshold of your core on a hiss of raw pleasure, watching your every  expression as my hips surge, powering the thick shaft of my arousal through the clenched, velvet fist of your arousal, inch by agonising inch, until our hips are locked and my cock is buried so fucking deep inside, it feels like I could touch your very soul} fuck Tory!!
yes!!! *Fuck...the head of your cock kisses the heart of me with a punching cry, screaming as the thick shaft of you hits over my sweet spot with a punishing thrust, igniting the fuse of the orgasmic time bomb, ticking with the mounting pressure winding me tighter, every drilling penetration slamming my body forwards, fists cracking mirror as I arc in a bow of surrender, angling my hips to drag you through wet velvet muscle, twisting undulations working with the soul-deep fuck-thrusts relentlessly pounding my core, parted lips glistening in the mirror, emeralds flaming raw, erotic pleasure, locking on the magnetic diamond pull of your eyes, grounding me through the insanity of desire that flares electric lightning in the maelstrom of emotions pouring my soul into each serpentine roll and hiss of exquisite agony* Fuck!! V!! *just the sight of your body, muscles tensed, straining, powering your warrior strength into my yielding form..so close*
Fuck yes!!... {snarling, fangs closing on the soft flesh of your shoulder, free hand riding rough over your breasts, callused skin abrasive on the sensitised tips of your nipples, your hands squeaking on the misted glass with every powerful thrust of my hips, your counter-strokes driving my cock deeper, stretching you to the point of pain, punching into your spot with drilling accuracy, your inner walls vicing me tight, drawing ragged growls from my lips, driving up right to the edge of detonation, our bodies writhing a wild animalistic dance of inked, sweaty skin, bunching muscles and undulating curves...so fucking beautiful...so fucking close...teeth closing on your shoulder, thumb wetly strumming your clit in time to the pistoning of my hips, slapping skin, the delicious wet sounds of sex flooding the heated space, my hand clamping around your jaw, thumb pushed between your glistening parted lips, wanting the pain of your bite to push me over, growling the husky command in your ear} come for me Tory...fucking come with me...
*fangs latching down on your thumb with a sucking bite, hammered to the brink and careening over the edge with that demand, trapped between the wall of your muscle and the fogged up shimmer of slightly cracked mirror. With the chaos riding my ecstasy, my mind falls into the delirium of oblivion, my release a cascade of euphoria, excruciating in its intensity, obliterating my senses and heightening the tremoring attack of overwhelming pleasure. Grinding down through the spasming drag of silken drenched inner walls, holding you inside me, winding the thick length through tight fluctuating resistance, my soul fused to yours as close as the welded planes of our bodies are united in the slick dance of passionate, dominating love and possession, snarling around your thumb, fangs ripping deep* Fuckfuckfuckyes!!! V!!!
Yes fucking YES TORY!! {roaring your name as your fangs penetrate deep into my skin, the spasm of exquisite pleasure-pain, the rhythmic grind of your core down my shaft as you fracture sends me barrelling into a wall of blinding ecstasy, hips slamming, hammering my release home in an eruption of thick, liquid, pumping heat, sweat-slicked, muscular thighs slapping against yours, drilling you into the cracked mirror, stormy diamond eyes devouring the mask of passion that contorts your face, your lids fluttering over glazed emerald eyes, your pink lips parted around my thumb, fangs sunk deep into my flesh...and fuck, my climax keeps on going, cresting in surges of tear-jerking, heart-wrenching love, releasing the tension of our earlier argument in an explosive, soul-binding, simultaneous high of primitive emotion, my pores bleeding out the musky spice of our bond, cocooning us in a haze of possessive love, thighs trembling at your back with the power of my orgasm} Jesus...fuck!! Tory!!!! I fucking love you...so fucking much
*our reflections a blur of salty tears, watching through the haze of ecstasy as your body seizes and surges your pleasure into the well of my soul, my core basking in the wash of liquid fire, thighs quivering slick with our climax, absorbing the shockwaves of our love as they spark on the sexual energy running a circuit between our fused forms, your bonding erasing the acrid, bitter scent of our argument and replacing it with the incense of our connection, that ancient binding contract that weds souls and links the life of one to another, that living, possessive need for you that never ceases, never fades, binds us closer with every breath shared. Collapsing to the cool mirror with a purr* Fuck...I fucking love you too Vishous...you make me whole... I love you...*breathing shivering over the fractures of reflection*
{winding strong arms around you, protective, supporting, holding... goateed jaw nuzzling your throat with soft kisses, tasting our mingled scents, intensified by the salty lick of sweat that sheens your skin, eyes tracing over the cracks in the fogged glass, the corners of my mouth lifting in a fanged smile, voice deep gravelled} isn't that bad luck Tory?
*laughter breathy as I straighten, curving back in your arms to fall languid against your chest* yeah...probably... *tracing the cracks with shaky hands, tasting your blood on my lips, our scents on your skin, sated to the extreme heights of ecstasy, slowly falling to earth in your embrace* everything is bad luck though...
Hmmm {cocks a brow, nibbling kisses on your earlobe, voice a tickled rasp} meeting you wasn't bad luck, Tory...I'm the luckiest fucker that ever drew breath, true {meeting your gaze through the glass, brow cocked, a teasing grin on my face} you like the mirror, shellan mine?
Mmm...you didn't used to get punched so often though right? That's bad luck...*returning your grin with impish smiles*I love the mirror...but now its all broken, hellren mine...*lower lip pouting playfully at your reflection*
{scrubbing a hand over my jaw with a smirk} you know I like a little rough foreplay nalla and the glass can be replaced..{a husky chuckle escaping my throat as I make a mental note to have Fritz order reinforced mirrors for the Penthouse}