Breakfast in Bed
11-19-2020, 05:22 PM
Ah, now that had stirred something inside the silver-gilded ebony woman. For the first time since they'd met, Fel gave an honest and open reaction. There was nothing rehearsed about the way she rolled her eyes or flipped herself onto her back, nothing feigned in her voice when she gave words to her dull existence. Azriel raised a curious brow. For all the things he'd seen about her, she did not strike him as a wolf who simply settled for her lot in life. Yet here, she looked like she was just barely existing at all, like she was completely unsatisfied with the cards life had dealt her. There. That was the key to Fel Abraxas. Target your opponent's weakness... Exploit and attack... The words rang out in his head, a habit he had built over a lifetime of manipulating wolves to his whim. But this time, he had no need to prey upon the Abraxas fae. He had no plan, no scheme that she could be used in. Hell, he didn't even know if she was his opponent. Besides, she had brought him breakfast in bed; he could afford her this small mercy.
She wasn't looking at him presently, and Azriel allowed himself to enjoy the same luxury Sibyl was: namely, letting his silver-grey eyes wander over her voluptuous form while Fel spread herself out on display, basking in the sunlight like a reptile. While he cleaned himself from the remnants of his meal, he traced every dip, every curve, every twist and turn of her body, silently musing about how each would feel beneath his paws. He had no doubt Sibyl was wondering the same, though his desires tended to be far more... assertive, dominant. Grey eyes turned to the lighter-furred fae seated close by, smirking a little to himself when he saw Sib's lavender eyes also glued to their newest companion. Of course he had been right assuming she was enjoying herself. Sibyl was a very attractive wolf who knew exactly what she wanted and how to obtain it. That was what he admired about her, and why they had worked out so well together. Sibyl had that zest for adventure and a penchant for diving into things headfirst. She was the trailblazer, he was the mapmaker. It also didn't hurt that she was just as easy on the eyes, and even more entertaining in bed. That fiery little minx had appealed to far more than just Azriel's mind, and had certainly aroused more than just his interest over their travels together.
No sooner had Azriel begun to wonder what could have a wolf like Fel acting like she were a prisoner in her own life, he saw movement from Sibyl out of the corner of his eye. Head turned a fraction of an inch, gaze fixed on his companion while she got up and made her way over to Fel with the bravado only she could manage. Interested eyes watched while the two girls snuggled together, with the smaller Sibyl nudging and nosing at the ever so slightly larger Fel. It was enough to make the brute chuckle to himself, an amused smirk playing on his muzzle. He was curious to see how Fel would respond to her advances, especially given the tease of a kiss they had shared only minutes before. Then the lighter fae asked him with a hopeful gleam in her pale lavender eyes if Fel could join them. Azriel's first instinctive reaction was to say no, to deny the request of a stranger joining their travels—but he knew Sibyl would give him hell, and if anything it permitted him more time with the enigmatic woman.
"That really all depends on Fel," replied Azriel, giving Fel a glance as he spoke. "I don't know if we're going anywhere anytime soon, but she's welcome to stay with us for as long as she likes." He left the invitation open to the Abraxas beauty to decide for herself. The offer had been extended. He wanted her to stay, to get to know her inside and out, to play with the puzzle that was her beautiful mind. But he knew he could not force his will on Fel like that. She was too similar to him in that regard. The choice would have to be hers, even if he did do everything in his power to help sway that decision.
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