The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

She gasped and shut her eyes as she was suddenly grasped at the nape of her neck she felt herself dragged even closer to him. She clung to his massive frame as she was placed between his legs and cradled there while he pushed through the door. She flinched as it was slammed closed behind them. She was grateful at least that he took care not to jostle her leg as well as he could. She was dragged into the bedding, the feeling of his teeth graze the fur behind her ears made her body shiver at the sensation. She was unsure if it was with need or fear, but her body would not respond like it had before. She was pushed into the bedding, feeling his legs around her holding her fast. She couldn't leave even if she wanted to. She was his, she knew it. A plaything for him to own and toy with. She lifted her chin and her breath caught in her throat as she felt his teeth near her trachea sending another cascade of shivers down her spine.

Then as quickly as it had started he laughed and lifted away from her. Confusion was evident on her face as if she had screamed it. Not yet? As he walked away from the bed she could see his own heat hadn't abated or quelled. What was this game then? She tilted her head quizzically as her leafwet eyes flashed between him, her herbs and the kettle.

"uhm... the white blossoms up there, boneset, the yellow blossoms, the saint John's wort, and the feathery green stalks, horsetail.., Sir." She provided, holding her healing arm close to her chest and using her other paw to point to the other herbs. She swallowed, was he going to make the tea then? Hadn't he told her she could make it herself later?

"speech"