Dark Flame Of Mine [Creedance]

Disbelief coursed through his veins, accompanying the blood that pumped oxygen throughout his body. This was impossible. Absolutely impossible. Improbable. He was hallucinating. He had to be. Amaranth couldn?t be alive. The mercenaries wouldn?t have let her live this long. This wasn?t happening. In a flash, and faster than he could react she lunged. He froze as her teeth met his jugular and listened to her low words.

Creedance wasn?t a stranger to compromising positions, or positions that could turn deadly in an instant. There was a certain erotic pleasure to those situations, those moments when another?s embrace could turn into a violent fuck or could be the last thing you ever felt. He took a slight breath, and her scent hit her like a ton of bricks. Yes, it was different, but it was still her. It was still his Amaranth. He couldn?t help the slight arousal that began to build up in his even though, he was locked in her vice grip. It was his own biology, acting against his rationale, and he was addicted to it.

The feel of her body pressed against him, only hightened the arousal he felt, a cocky smile plastered across his jaws, he spoke. "I've always liked my fucks kinky, babe." The tone was sarcastic, but he froze as she spoke, her jaws buried into his fur.

A light growl vibrated in his throat, as his jaws barely parted to speak. ?Use your brain, love. Why do you think I am here?? He spoke with a certain sarcastic edge to his tone, his whole demeanor relaxed. She wouldn?t kill him? rip his balls from his body, maybe, but kill him?. That idea nearly made him chuckle with a strange sense of amusement. He couldn?t look into her eyes to see if she believed him or not, no, he would just have to wait to see her next actions.