Flame

She twined herself around the alabaster brute, needing to touch him, to feel him beside her, to know that he was really here with her. And he felt the exact same way. He needed to have her within his embrace, to know that she was physically here with him, unharmed and safe and sound. She had quickly become the brute's entire reason for existing, the sole purpose he had been put on this earth for. She was his entire world, his wife, his soul mate, the most unbelievably perfect woman in all of existence. Without her, life would no longer have a point and he wasn't too sure how long he would be able to last without her. They were both getting older, he could feel it with himself and his wife as well, but their ages were of little importance. They were here now, together with each other and that was all that mattered. A shiver ran down his spine as she buried her muzzle in the fur of his chest, her breath tickling his hairs, a gentle curling his lips.


And then she was speaking, wiping the loving smile from his fa?ade as she explained the circumstances of the battle with Kaien. The king had willingly given up his life because the hatred spewing from his very pack was unbearable. Demonio was disheartened to see that. He had always thought his ex-king to be a good ruler, but then again, he'd never really gotten involved in the politics of a pack. But after the fight with Kaien, the white witch Morphine had come, to challenge his wife to a battle of dominance, but Desdemona being the bigger woman, denied the wench. A growl rumbled in his chest at the thought of that wench touching a single hair on her beautiful body. I will rip her miserable paws from her body if she ever thinks of coming near you again. He rumbled threateningly, a promise ringing true in his words before he allowed her to continue. She described the process of going to the rest of the packs, Valhalla, Amenti, Glaciem, Seracia and Ludiceal and forming treaties with some while trying to learn more about the others. He wasn't too worried about it, he knew his wife and the elder king would be able to handle it.


What you need me to do to help mi amor, I will gladly do so. Demonio reached out to her, salmon tongue snaking from his jaws to swipe at her cheek in a gentle kiss, icy and maroon gems intent on her own dual-toned eyes, wondering what she would say to that.



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