Deathwish
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She should have known better than to tangle with Maugrim. Her family were all crazy. Powerful, crazy, beautiful creatures who believed that the world owed them something. What would make the son of Kirin any different, even if he had no idea where he came from?
Deathwish blinked her dark silver eyes as she watched his body return—with much satisfaction—back to the broad chest that she was becoming oh so familiar with. The scent of death is wrapped around him like a black satin glove, and she purrs as she tries to draw away from him. Leave him wanting. Leave him with the remembrance of just who she is. What she finds is that she has not for the first time underestimated Maugrim.
Just as she stepped back with a smug on her face, having taken that intoxicating swell of his scent into her brain. He has managed to pin her between the breadth of his body, her back end flush against a broad tree trunk. With shuttered eyes and a smug mouth, Maugrim breathed over her, daring her to challenge his strength, as if she could overpower him at his best. The predator in him was coming to the fore as he tested her mettle, and she found that the sheer sense of his heat and the wetness she found between her legs left her uncomfortable and out of her element. Her pristine coat was now slick with sweat—and something else—and as the droplets of his scent covered her, she found that she was bathing in Maugrim in a way that reminded her of that time when he drove her down to the depths of his inner sanctum. A time when she had been afraid, and then angry. Deathwish recalls that she had been cold, and her body had shivered.
She shivered now, but for another reason entirely.
"Y...you need to remove yourself from me right..N..." but she was not able to finish her sentence as she gasped that last sound, the 'n' sound turning into a breathy groan as she watched Maugrim lower his head to the crest to the base of her neck. Such a sensitive place, that she groaned again as he broke her skin and brought forth the blue of her blood, drinking it in, wrapping it around around his tongue and dressing his teeth with her inner beauty. He knew death... would he recognize her blood as his own? Her body shuddered against him as she fell into his shoulder, her weight unable to keep her weight. What this man was doing to her... How he was making her body do things unwittingly—it was so...
It was dirty. Undignified.
And by God, she wanted more.
When he releases her and eyes her again, it is with a smug look and a strong tick in his jaw that dared her to cross him. He was large and imposing—dangerous—and they both knew it. It was almost as if he was challenging her to use her powers on him in her condition. She had the ability to wrend him in twain.
And he had just proven that he had the ability to tear her apart without any use of the water whatsoever.
He crooked an eyebrow at her with an annoyed look as he answers what had been a rather smug question. There is nothng in this world but death, and you.A deep voice, his breath hot and desire over her like the waves he loved so well, as if he wanted to drag her down with him once again. No longer as a childish prank any longer, but as something far more dangerous—far more erotic.
Brought together by death, and made more alive by death. Made more alive by each other, each knowing they could end the other.
Deathwish glared at him angrily as a cold wet breeze picked up, signalling a summer thunder storm that was surely on its way in from the coast. Her dark hair flared in front of her eyes and over her back, covering the mark that He had left on her. Her eyes shot silver daggers into his heart, and her nostrils flared. "You marked me."
And yet, as he drew even closer to her, and she could feel his heart beating in her ears, it was if she could hear him saying what are you going to do about it?. Pressed breast to breast, she pulls her advantage, grabbing him by the heart with the power of her blood, reminding him that she too was dangerous. Her words were thick, clipped and low. As if she was spitting acid. "I hope you are prepared to accept the consequences of what you've just done." Her body was shivering with anger, and desire, the wetness there evident as she pulls her tail aside, rocking her hips hungrily against the tree trunk. Wanting something...anything.
But finding that only Death would satisfy. That only Maugrim filling her could bring her to the highest lows, to the throes of death, and to the gates of Hell.
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