You're going to have to be faster than that

Alastor · 04-13-2021, 01:05 AM

Alastor would have had to be blind to not take notice of the glances the regal-colored fae was stealing over him. He made no mention of it otherwise; he had been used to those looks from Lurid, and he was acutely aware of how a tall and strong male with power and prowess would be perceived by the ladies. She agreed with his statement of enjoying their slaughter, her voice mellifluous with a soft heat that alluded to lusts beyond that of blood. She stated that she didn't want to kill him—a shame, really, as Al would have happily gone for a double kill—and instead suggested she had other uses for him. "Ah, what a pity... And I was just beginning to wonder what you'd taste like too..." he remarked with a sinister chuckle. All the while, Alastor had not allowed his black eyes to drift from hers, not even when he saw her boldly looking him over like a ravenous beast scouting her next meal. This time, though, he permitted himself a glance over her slender, graceful body. Everything about her screamed of refined femininity and sexuality. She was dangerous to him, but in an entirely different way than she could ever imagine.

The distance was quickly getting shorter between them, and Alastor found every breath he took was tinged with the scent of her and the blood they had spilled. It was a heady cocktail that made his muscles quiver with a tension he hadn't relieved in months—not since Lurid had vanished. He'd held out, ever faithful, waiting for his queen to arrive. But now, seasons later, his search had been no more fruitful than when he'd began. Was it time to give up? To come to terms with that he may never see his queen again? Would that be weak-willed of him or the smartest move he ever made? After all, here was this gorgeous female practically drooling over him. Any other wolf wouldn't hesitate to seize this moment. Was he really going to throw away his shot?

"You've got me curious now, my twilight-hued darling..." he said with a growling purr in his voice and a growing smile on his face, every row of sharp teeth now on display for her while he finished removing the inches of space between them until they were almost chest-to-chest. She had ogled his body—or at least most of it—already, but he wanted her to really drink him in and see what she was playing with. Alastor studied her facial features, committing her to memory as he did with every wolf he didn't immediately intend to murder. "Just what other uses could you have for a demon like me...?"

The dire brute stared intensely into her eyes as if he could see into her mind if he looked hard enough. "Alastor," he introduced himself, then raised a massive paw to reach forward to try and take one of hers in his grasp. If she didn't resist, he would bring her paw up to meet his muzzle in a delicate kiss, a far cry and disturbing dichotomy between the ferocious and deadly animal he had been moments before. But they would both know that it was a nice gesture and little more, especially since Alastor could feel the animal inside him stirring, aroused by the mere existence of this fae. Did she realize the danger she was in? Did she know what she was provoking within him?

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