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}