Dark Flame Of Mine [Creedance]

Disbelief, hung in the air, thickening the air between the pair as one of the many things he never could have imagined occurred. He always supposed that he would be avenging the murder of the she-wolf that he once had loved, more than life itself, and today he was seeing her again. So many thoughts flowed through his mind as he stood still frozen in her powerful jaws. Muscles relaxed in his body, his eyes softening with an emotion that he hadn?t experience since he had watched those mercenaries take Amaranth away. Guilt course through him, a dull achy feeling that started in his heart grew through his body, frustrating him, the pain almost breathtaking.

Her words referring to his sexual life brought a chuckle from deep within his chest. Did she really want to go there? He was a man-whore at best. He couldn?t begin to count the number of sexual partners he?d had since he began his journey some time ago. None of the relationships had ever been meaningful, rather they had been a means to an end- a release. She spoke of how she had been treated as a whore, and it left him no room to wonder why the mercenaries had kept her alive. A new surge of fury at how the wolf, who had once been the love of his life had been treated rushed through his body. Perhaps the only redeemable quality that the monster had was his desire to see the end of Amaranth?s abductors. He wanted to feel the flesh peel from their bodies and watch with pleasure as they screamed in pain, the agony fierce they wouldn?t be able to form words.

?Darling, do you really want to use this heart-warming little reunion to speak of my sexual appetite? Or shall we continue on to the more interesting things.? His words would be laced with sarcasm, annoyance at her question blatantly obvious. Her words caused an odd feeling almost akin to pity and sadness to pool in his chest. Trash? Did she really consider herself that? For a moment, his demon fa?ade cracked only to be almost instantly re-enforced by his smart-ass shield (of doom), ?Trash? Sweetheart, your fine ass is nowhere near the definition of trash.? A chuckle escaped his throat, the muscles vibrating against her jaws where her teeth were still connected to his lifeline.

What did he want to do with her now that he had her? Could they ever be the same, silence met her final question as he pondered over everything from who they once were to who they could be. He was far from the monogamous wolf. He wasn?t the good wolf she had loved, he was a demon- a fiend of satan himself. What did Creedance the terrible want? For once, he was absolutely speechless.