Breakfast in Bed

N/A · 11-17-2020, 01:36 AM

It was impossible for Azriel to miss Fel's forwardness as she blessed Sibyl with a kiss. Though it appeared little more than the slightest touch of their lips together, it did teach the man two important things: that Fel was indeed aiming to play her wicked game with them and that watching the two lovely faes stirred something inside of him. Of course, what male wouldn't give his tail to be able to witness what he just had, but it was more than mere arousal at the enticing sight. The last wolf that had touched Sibyl without it being part of his scheme was now cold and dead. Azriel did not consider himself a jealous wolf of any means, but he was incredibly protective of his assets. When Fel touched Sibyl, there was no immediate flash of anger, no ire or sense of disrespect. Instead, there was intrigue and yearning. No, perhaps yearning wasn't the right word... or maybe it was?

Azriel found himself left wanting even further when Fel gave him nothing but a shrug. The walls were still up. Despite her return, those defenses remained as insurmountable as before. He should have expected it from such a direct and obvious approach. This was going to require some tact and forethought. But then again, was it all really worth putting in this much effort? Fel had shown she was here for one reason only: to use them to unwind. Perhaps he had given her too much credit; perhaps she wasn't some hidden diamond in the rough, but merely a sultry and well-spoken promiscuous wolf looking for her next good time. That possibility disheartened Azriel in a way that surprised himself. He had no way of knowing, of course. Understanding Fel was like trying to learn a new language: difficult and sometimes discouraging, but rewardingly possible. The only question now was if she was something worth learning, or if he was wasting his time imagining her as something she was not.

Sharp fangs separated meat from bone, deliciously salty blood coating his tongue while Azriel devoured his meal. It didn't take him long to pick the rabbit clean, but it did afford him enough time to watch Fel saunter off a bit to sprawl out across a sun-baked rock nearby. She enjoyed sunbathing, it seemed. Perhaps she just enjoyed heat and warmth. It would certainly fit her fiery disposition. When she answered his question about the bottle, he raised a curious brow. Summer mead? It had been some time since he'd gotten to enjoy alcohol, let alone any liquid besides water and blood. While not an alcoholic, Azriel did enjoy anything that could help him relax. Precious few things seemed to be capable of relieving him in that regard. But she didn't need to know that.

"Well, how lucky for us all then," he responded, speaking of her happening across the mead. It was a lie, and he knew it, but he also knew better than to push directly with Fel. She would simply shut down or deflect. The dark-furred brute took some of the dried bison, wolfing it down. "I would agree. Variety is the spice of life, is it not? Especially when one can feel trapped in the same mundane life." Azriel fixed Fel with a look that, while innocuous enough, spoke of awareness and goading. It was as if his eyes were saying "Not good enough" and daring her to come after him. She was prying, albeit with a subtle art, just like he had been doing. So far he had been on the offensive since they met, striking at her with questions and quips. But that had not worked out favorably for him so far. Perhaps it was time to shift the dynamic, and let her do some of the striking. Would she pursue him the way he had done for her and prove that she was more than just a pretty face and alluring words, or would she simply be a pleasant memory to recall on lonely nights once they were done here?

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