If You Only Knew

Maybe it was the shared homicidal tendancies they had, perhaps it was the fact they both had suffered by the wills of their fathers, or it could have been any number of other factors but Lurid had always found herself drawn to the heathen who so fiercely held her in his embrace. To embrace Alastor was to embrace death, something the pallid queen was no stranger to. Dotted throughout their lives, there had been instances where she had nearly given into temptation and let him have what her royal customs had held as sacred. As the heiress to the Amarix throne, her own purity was held as the 'holiest of holies,' she was not to be deflowered before there was a bonding ceremony. In her current condition Lurid wouldn't be able to perform the rites necessary to mke their coupling official. Her family would take it as a personal insult, but, they were betrothed...

His attentions thrilled her, made her want to toss away custom and take this dive with him. Her silver tongue wanted to wave the command at him in daring fashion, but reason sank into her mind to break through the fog of desire. They were only just outside the den, and Kichi was sleeping inside. The thought, though unbidden and intrusive to her wants and needs, was like a bucket of ice cold water dumped over her head. While she lay breathless and on the brink of letting go beneath Alastor, she had just enough room to roll to her stomach. Sensually, Lurid lay there looking over her shoulder to the wolf who had so captured her heart. "Not here, a stone's throw from the den." She spoke softly, her voice laced with the need of him, heady and sinful. Sitting up enough to put her back against Alastor's chest, she turned her head to place a few more not-so-gentle nips to his lower jaw, planting kisses right after. Too many times she had walked the tightrope of desire with him, tonight she would dive into this with him. As best as she could, Lurid moved to stand, then run after she caught her balance. He would follow, at least, she hoped he would.