You belong to me forever and always

He would die trying to kill her, but only when he was ready. Perhaps it would take days, or weeks, or even years -- but the hate that churned within his heart was a fire that could not be extinguished. His words would please her, and he observed the wicked smile on her face quietly, assessing whether he could trust her or not.

Cataleya would give him some advice. Don't strike for the obvious -- of course. That was part of the reason he had been so terribly interested in Aegira, and yet he hadn't been tempted to outwardly harm her. No... he wanted to corrupt her. To do things so much darker than just make her bleed. And yet he had clearly not expected her attack, oblivious that he, too, was subject to such rules. The monsters in the dark only struck when it was least expected. Fangs would sink into his shoulder, and a dull groan left his lips. The pain wasn't horrible. It was more tantalizing than anything, and he held his frame still.

And yet the next attack was more unexpected; the woman's companion had launched himself forward, claws extended to scrape across his back. A snarl left his lips as he jerked beneath Cataleya. "Fucking cat," he murmured under his breath, irritated by the thing's presence in a moment that seemed so raw and personal to him.