“Is this better?” Deimos questions softly alluring emeralds shifting to lay upon my flesh unblinking he waits patiently for my answer.
“More to the right, perhaps. It needs to be in the centre of the room.” I reply taking a few steps backwards squinting to scan the area to see if it fits well with the entirety of the cabin.
He offers me a quick nod and once more begins to propel the wooden table forward with ease, there is no exertion from him with the task as he abides by my instructions with ease.
It is quite early, daylight has not yet been born night still wide awake and here we are Deimos and me, refurbishing his cabin for Kal. We decided a few days ago to make this place suitable for our male and us where we perhaps could spend time as a family in privacy and comfort from the distractions of our pack. We do possess joint custody of Kal after all.
“Does it seem better to you or would you prefer it to be moved elsewhere?” He asks pacing around the room eyes unwavering from the table. He checks to see if it meets his standards and satisfies him as well.
“I think it is a good place for it, this way Kal shall have more space to roll around and play in the living room.” I reply as he gives me a curt nod of acknowledgement. Trudging into the tiny open kitchen I pull open the cupboard to pick up some glass cups so I can fill them with water for the paintbrushes.
We will be painting the small room today, a playroom for Kal where we can keep all his toys and perhaps even put up another crib. A personal space just for him. Deimos and I had sat together for a few days discussing this, of all the changes we could bring to this place. This would be a place of peace for Kal just as it was for Deimos.
Standing on my tiptoes trying to reach the glasses hiding deep inside a sigh of annoyance slips free from me. Deimos has things arranged according to his height which makes it difficult for me to perform simple tasks. Not that I blame him, he was the only male who came here often. More than the assigned wolves who clean the place. The cabin was his. Now it is ours, as a family to share.
Turning around eyes preparing to search for a stool to aid me, he is quick with his actions capturing me swiftly caging my body against the countertop. Heat engulfs me head to toe, flames erupt as wildfire goosebumps paint my skin as he leans forward hand raised above me to pick up the glasses. My actions halt immediately nails digging into the marble for support. He has become his usual self with me not worrying about crossing boundaries for I had relaxed them yet after months of us playing chase any action of his is a bodily seduction for me.
A deep breath I take in, his scent pours life into me. A beautiful comforting scent he possesses. Heavy breasts scrape his chest gently and he shivers, a forced sense of control instils within him. Not to touch, not to devour. A master of control is losing his mastery to his female who drives him out of his mind. He does not hurry with extracting the glass cups rather he makes it painfully slow. I inhale once more on purpose taking my time with it so my breasts stroke his flesh again.
I seduce him, eyes never leaving face. Watching his desire surge, tasting swallowing it down to the pit of my belly. He shall feel it the burn of my eyes that is delivered upon his flesh. We did our best to keep away from each other to fight against what calls us to do but being stuck in a tiny cabin with no daylight makes it harder. A test of resilience we must pass. The situation taunts us playing with our emotions. The weakest shall bow first.
Thick overwhelming smell of want saturates the air dripping out from his pores, a need that bounds him. He is not shy with what is shown into light rather he makes peace with it, for it is his truth. Something that he shall always face, a burning need of me.
My trembling hand slips beneath his shirt fingers make love to his skin, he is hot. So hot that I melt. My thighs shake with the weight of what I want. I want him. There is a violent shiver to the entirety of his being, he swallows harshly struggling to surpass the test. I am torturing him.
Shifting closer nudging my nose into his shirt I draw in his scent once more. A personal drug of mine, one I am truly addicted to. My hand slides down his bare flesh to what beckons me, a slow torturous path downwards has him groan deeply eyes closed shut, a low frown upon his face. This is painful for him.
“Deimos.” I whisper. My voice is not my own rather a female in heat begging for her male, legs drift apart on its own for him to settle himself. For him to take what he wants. I allow him this. There is only so much I can fight. This is not a weakness, this is my desire. Desire to possess his body to claim it as mine.
He clutches my wrist in his swiftly halting any further movements. His fangs have elongated sunk deep into his lower lip. He bleeds whilst lewd eyes gaze down at me. He trembles with the weight of his control, if I torture him further he shall lose his fight.
“Stop it, my female.” He whispers with agony that I have inflicted upon him. He pleads with me.
“Why?” My breath is shaky and my mouth is hot as though I were sick. I blow gently upon the side of his neck where my mark lies. Our bond sizzles like meat on the fire, a fire we do not wish to extinguish. I want to taste him, to swallow him down my throat that way I can keep him within me at all times.
“Because you do not truly want this.” He replies gripping me tighter disallowing me to move as I struggle to free myself from his hold just so I can touch him again. If I touch him further he shall bend to my will. He cannot deny me. He cannot deny my caresses.
“I want this.” I speak my truth. I do want him, his flesh I starve for it. I would not be touching him if I did not seek it.
He shakes his head with disapproval of my words as though he found them to be lies. He quickly brings down the glass cups placing them upon the counter with a shrieking clang striking down the heated tension between us letting it dissipate.
He shifts his eyes back to meet mine. There is a sadness to them, a disappointment he tries to hide. Pressing down on my wrist he places my palm over his stomach and slides it down to his throbbing crotch. “You want this, mate.” Lifting my wrist again he sets it down upon his heart that is beating wildly pounding against his rib cage. “But you do not want this.”
I look away, his words hold his truth. He does not say anymore as he strides towards the windows unlocking them allowing the summer breeze to enter.