the wolves are watching

Maeve

Her brow arches and that grin turns into a devious smirk, "Or what, beastie? You gonna punish me?" Maeve purrs even as his nails rake lightly over her skin, causing her to shiver. She's a tease and she knows it, but she also knows he likes it. Likes her. His hands continue to roam over her skin, imparting his warmth wherever he touches and she drapes herself across him.

Maeve watches his eyes flutter as her fingers tease across the ridges of his horn, that sensitive spot she found so quickly. He nips at her lip with those fangs of his, earning him another shiver and causing a soft sound to rise in her throat. Maeve grins down at him, eyes bright and cheeks flushed as she holds his gaze, "I was hoping you would say that." She hums, letting her free hand trail over his skin until she finally braces herself to hover just above him. When his thumbs brush the undersides her breasts, a breath catches in her throat, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to stir that fire in her belly so it burns a little hotter. "How could I not be? Do you underestimate me, dear Flood?" Maeve murmurs, forcing her eyes open so she can look down at him once more.

I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up