Revenge knew his sister, probably a lot better than she knew him or even herself. He noticed every little change that came over her body as he touched her. He wouldn't miss the shiver that emitted from his caress or the quickness of her breath. Even as he pulled her closer the sound that fell from her lips would awaken similar feelings in himself. His heartbeat would quicken and his skin would turn to fire at her teeth. Was this what she'd been feeling as he barreled into the den, half delirious with worry over her? He'd speak the truth to her, admitting what she was to him. He was a wolf of few words, when he said something he meant it.
The feeling of her pushing against him was not new, but the needy way she nipped his ear and the passion that he felt behind her kiss would overwhelm his thoughts. How he'd even been able to complete his last sentence he still wasn't sure. Her voice would silence him, her tone made it obvious that this was no question, but a display of their unending devotion to the other. He felt intoxicated as she moaned, he'd never heard her or seen her anything like this but as she nipped at his jaws he felt like he wanted so much more. The potential that lay before him seemed limitless.
He hadn't expected the groan that built up in his throat, but as Mercy took hold of him and he felt her teeth against his flesh. Hotter still he'd feel himself get, he'd feel uncomfortable in his skin, his belly would fill with greed as she showed him where it was he had wished to go. As he recovered from the initial shock he'd find himself returning her touch, feeling like he could never be close enough to sedate this feelings. He'd run his tongue over her plush fur and couldn't help the plethora of kisses that he trained over her skin. Pressure built between his legs as he grabbed at his sister's coat, his kisses quickly turning to more desperate bites, not enough to break her skin but enough to satisfy his need. What were they doing?
"Speech"
