Bloodied and Broken

A sigh left his lips as his tongue met her flesh. With ease he let it run along the fur of her neck, his fangs grazing her skin as he briefly tightened his grip, only to loosen it again as he pulled away. His jaws would snap shut and he found his lips curling into a low snarl, irritation evident on his features, despite the obvious lust that gleamed in his purple stare. "More than you know about pleasing men, I'm sure," he retorted quickly, though his voice was not harsh. He didn't know much of Kylar, but he was surprised that she had kept him around for so long. His tail lashed out behind him as he pulled away slightly, eying her with interest he didn't bother to hide.


Was she loyal to him, he wondered? Cataleya had never struck him as a particularly noble sort of creature. And here she stood, seemingly willing to let him do as he pleased, and yet this surprised him as well. She had always been the one to guide him and to control him, not the other way around. The slight sneer remained on his lips as he moved forward, aiming to grab hold of the scruff on the side of her neck, growing needy at their private reunion. She had let him have her once, and suddenly he found himself craving her again, the fact that she was taken only enhancing his desire.