[M]Welcome to the freak show

Her heart beat faster as he planted his paws over her, his dominant stance causing her pupils to dilate even as Lucifer's narrowed on her. She had given him a taste of her madness it seemed, her blood staining his tongue making him laugh in short, husky breaths. She felt something in her call out to him then, even as she snapped and caught a bit of his chest in her teeth. The force of her jaws clacking together had blood springing into her mouth and she growled softly, her eyes rolling for a moment in pure bliss. Spice colored the sweet metallic tang of his life force, and she released her hold on him to stare up at the raw rage written on his face. He was beautiful with the mask of death all over his face, she had been mulling over the idea of him, what he had to offer her. She wouldn't go down easy for him though.

With his body over hers, she felt the waves of angry warmth coming from him - a sharp contrast to the icy metal of the ship's floor. Feeling his hind legs bend to bring him into a sit, Vianni tucks her hips and plants her hind legs against the bottom of his rib cage, her tail tucking securely between her legs as she showed her own stained daggers. Staring into those hellish eyes, Vianni watched him duck his head to plant a painful kiss upon her face. She parried him however, and sought her own grip on the giant's cheek, his left mirrored hers and she aimed her bite so she could stare him in the eyes. He would know that she wasn't beneath him to submit, she was here because she wanted to be. Her glare into the soulless abyss that was his gaze would show him that he had found a match, and she came with her own mind. She would leave a mark with her kiss upon his cheek, and would seek to hold him by it. If he was going to claim her, she would make her own claim. If she attained her grip on his cheek she would give a giddy peel of laughter and release a possessive, growling whisper between clenched teeth. "Tibi sunt mea." It is said meeting his careless, rage-filled gaze. Dusty rose quartz meets the inferno of his molten gaze, daring him to try and pin her again whether she has the grip on his cheek or not.

He was the only wolf to make her even consider submission, she had always been her own. She would challenge him, but even if she could win their match, Vianni found she had no true desire for dominance over him. Rather, she enjoyed his harsh lesson in strength. He thrilled her with his power and blood lust, with his promises and sweet words. There was a danger about him, death clung to him like a cape and she was drawn to it. Vi enjoyed tempting the devil, driving him to rage against her as he did now. She would kill any other female who dared think to touch him, he was hers alone to torment and tease.