Stir the coals

He leaned over her, looking at the little gold wolf and all thoughts of lessons and tests had fled him. She wanted distance from him, and all that did was ignite that craving to be closer to her. He kissed the side of her head, the gentle, patient teacher who had carefully explained the rules of meditation seemed to have been gone. In its wake, was the hungry Warlord. The wolf that needed and craved the flame toned wolf like a drug.

“You never answered my question, Ignita.” His voice was also a warning, a need.Would she be daring to enforce rules upon them today? He pushed aside her own question, whatever happened next would depend on Ignita. “Would you fight me for the right to mount you?” He whispered, his teeth grazing against her ear. Did he want that? He realized he did. He wanted to see her push back, he wanted to see her strength, her fire. For him, against him. Perhaps it didn't matter to him which she picked. The more he taught her, the harder an opponent she would be. Perhaps there would come a day when she would be strong enough to stop him.

"Basilisk"