the moon is on my side - i have no reason to run
He’s glad to bring her such joy, glad she so readily accepts, glad that he could give back to her even a snippet of the joy she had brought back to him just by existing again. Low rumbling chuckles emanated from him at her words, both at the scoundrel comment (he’d consent to being called just about anything from her lips) and her declaration of which shift she wanted. He was excited, not just for the bite (though needless to say, he was very excited by that) but also for the fun it would bring later – the opportunity to shift with her again, to feel her and be with her in that way again. Gods, how he missed it.It was different to before, when he was helping Neron, for so many reasons. It was far more intimate, done out of love and affection, not a sense of duty or necessity for her survival. It was them, together, celebrating that togetherness in a new way, a way blessed upon them by the Voice, who he still wasn’t comfortable calling a God - much like he wasn’t comfortable calling anything a God.
But his mind wasn’t on the Voice right now, or Neron, or anyone, but her, and the feel of her lips on his neck, parting to press the sharp points of teeth into his skin.
A pleasant moan rumbled within him, as his heart rate pounded away in his ears, as his cock stiffened further and pressed rather urgently against the loose shorts he wore. His free arm curled itself up and around her waist, pulling her closer to him, welcoming her and the bite – and it shifted slightly too, the claws of a leopard coming through as he hoped not to hurt her, but to help her feel him too. It had been quite a dry spell for him – he knew he wasn’t going to last long, but then, when ascended bites were involved, that was hardly an option anyway. He pulled her close to him, leg wrapping tightly around her too, holding her near that she might never think she need to part from him again.
so will someone come and carry me home tonight?
CHULANE
