With your wine stained lips

Flashes of their previous encounters would dart through the beast's mind, reminding him of the Cataleya that he had grown up with. She would always welcome his touches, always take whatever attention that he was ready to throw at her, which usually was the sort of attention that she craved. But tonight as the hellion pressed his head to her throat, he was not looking to lavish her with nips and bites that would lead to something else. He wasn't looking to reclaim her body and bend her to his will. It would be the perfect time to do so, given her current frame of mind. It would be easy to get her to come back to his side and convince her that at his side is where she belonged because clearly whoever she'd decided to stick around with in her brother's absence hadn't been doing a very good job. But no, for once in his life Demyan looked to only comfort his sister, to lessen whatever pain she was going through. After seeing her like this it was clear that she was no longer able to be by herself. He would become her sentinnel, her shadow, even if she didn't want him to. He would be damned if he let anyone try and kill his sister again.

It was only when he was satisfied with having cleaned her wound that he pull back, massive skull inclined downwards, cyan eyes roving the silver woman's features. Her eyes were wild as they searched his and could feel the ball of rage tightening around his stomach, making his blood boil. He had never seen this look on Cataleya before and he hated to see it on her. This wasn't who she was. She was never shaken up like this. He pushed me. A snarl he couldn't hold back ripped through his clenched jaws as his eyes narrowed, his skull tilting towards his chest, tail lashing angrily behind him. He didn't need her to tell him who it was; he already knew. He had a very strong gut feeling that the man's scent who permeated the area was the one responsible for the way that Cat was acting now. And he would pay. Oh how he would pay...I made a mistake. He would lift an eyebrow at her, wondering if she was referring to the fact that she had gone out and found herself a new fuck buddy or that she'd started a pack. Either seemed like a mistake to him, but he wouldn't say anything out loud. Now was not the time to fall into his usual role of being an asshole. There would be time for that later.

Make me remember. He would hold his sister with his gaze, not entirely sure what she was trying to ask of him. Remember what? he would rumble quietly. Did she want to remember what it had been like to be free of all responsibilities and be able to murder anyone and everyone who had they had a mind to? He could do that. He could take her out killing and they could bathe in the blood of innocents. It was probably what she needed right now. But would she want to do it? His attention would snap back to her, watching as she moved closer to him, pressing her cool nose to his throat as she mumbled that she was sorry. He would let a throaty growl rumble in his throat at her touch, his way of dismissing her ridiculous apology, his skull inclining upwards to give her more access. Shut up. You're not sorry for anything. Despite not wanting to take her, he couldn't help his reaction to her touch. His body remembered the countless times that she lavished him with her affections and how she had begged him to take her and fuck her senseless. Though tonight it probably wouldn't happen, she could be damn sure that once she was on the road to getting back to her old self, he would give a trip down memory lane that she wouldn't forget.