Opposites Attract**Closed for Seranova

Cheyanne smiled staring at the forest from her window. She remember her childhood friend Valaen. They played hide and seek,giggled and ran without a care in the world. That was until they reached their pubesent age and could no longer be in eachothers company.

He had kissed her once under the old oak tree. Her first kiss. Now she was to find a mate of her own kind. None of which held his viberance or valor.

They had practiced sword fighting together, stealthy catching eachother unaware, and sometimes sitting for hours next to the spring. He was her first love, and she never had the chance to tell him. They had talked about sneaking away together and leaving their clans, but they never did.

She held a stone in her hand that was shape d like a heart. She had it threaded and wore it around her neck so she'd never forget.

Cheyanne had given him one shaped like an eagle for him to remember the valor she saw in him.
The bull horn sounded, war again, they were off to fight. She shifted into her wolf form the necklace still in place as the sun went down.
"where are we headed" she asked Jorge her younger brother. "the vrykolakas" he said estaically. "NO" she exclaimed. "you don't have a choice, the alpha's decision is the only one" he reminded her.

Cheyanne growled the hair standing up on her neck. She snapped at her brother who whimpered and coward. The second call on the bull horn was set. It was time. Her four legs carried her bounding with the others through the forest she had once treasured so deeply to the other side where the vrykolakas clan lived.

Baring her teeth with the others she let her instincts take hold. Poised from an attack she knew many would die from.
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Blood.

The first hunt of the evening had proven fruitful enough, as Valaen drank deeply from the neck that carried life-giving crimson warmth through his victim's body. He would be drinking her nearly dry this night, as he was famished. Her cries of panic had taken an interesting shift, as such things nearly always did, to near moans of ecstasy, and back again to whimpering pleas as she realized her death would follow. But all of these fell upon the deaf ears of her attacker, who's only focus was to feed.

Valaen recognized when she was nearly drained, the taste changed, and it no longer poured easily into his sucking mouth, so he lifted his head, bared red flashing teeth into the moonlight, and dropped her unceremoniously to the ground. She would die quickly, as her heart tried in vain to pump nothingness to the rest of her body. The vampire turned slowly and walked out of the small clay hut built by mortal hands, and exited through the wooden door. He didn't bother to close it behind him.

As he neared the small village's single well, he drew up the bucket to wash the blood from his face as his tongue ran over his fangs to savor the remainder of his victim's blood. A very, very faint rustle behind him, and a familiar scent. "Jurl." He said simply, acknowledging his blood brother without even glancing towards him.

"Valaen." Jurl greeted in return. "I trust you've had your fill?"

A simple nod, as the tall, pale, lithe vampire continued to methodically cleanse his hands and face in the small bucket.

"They're on the move."

Valaen looked up at his brother's words. He knew who they were, and his dead heart sank slightly at the realization. No verbal response was given. Just a simple nod after the pause that lasted for a few moments. Then a hand dropped to the sword by his side. His other cold hand lifted to toy with the small trinket about his neck; an eagle crafted of stone, given to him by her.

Cheyanne.

"Let's go, brother." With those words, Jurl leaped over the small row of huts and disappeared.

Another moment spent thinking about his childhood love, and Valaen followed dutifully.

"this is suicide" Cheyanne told the Alpha through the mind link of the pack as they bounded feverishly through the woods. "you will gain nothing from this. Call a meeting with their leaders and have those that violated the treaty punished."

She could feel the hunger of blood and war pulsating through the minds of the others. Animals wanting the taste of flesh between their jowls, the hunger of the kill making their mouths drool in anticipation.

"Shut up bitch" was the response that echoed in her mind by the male members including the alpha. Her brother didn't join in, for he knew better then to challenge his sister. The women of the pack stayed subserviently quiet. They had always disapproved of her challenging authority as she did so often. She was only by blood part of the pack, but her heart was never in it. They blamed her father for that. Installing in her an independence and will, until her brother came along she was treated as a son. Her mother never questioned or challenged, she was the perfect roll model of all she should be, and never would.

The wolfs howl erupted forcing her to echo in response. They were there, she could smell them waiting for them to cross the boundary lines and initiate the bloody fight. The closer they came the more rage traveled through her mind from the pack. Her heart began to race in unison as they faced the clans mortal enemy. The alpha making the first strike as he leaped over their first line taking one by throat and ripping it with his teeth. Till the head dropped to the ground and he moved on.

Valaen was no stranger to combat. In his years since reaching the vampire equivalent to maturity, he'd seen battles with mortals, wolves, and other creatures far too many times. While he was good at killing, he never found pleasure in it, as the others seemed to. There was a bloodlust that overtook most Vampires in the heat of battle, but Valaen prided himself on keeping a cold demeanor, and being able to accurately calculate his enemy's next move almost always. There were, of course, always surprises that even he wasn't prepared for. But that's where his training took over on instinct.

He withdrew his main-hand blade from the gut of a fallen wolf and spun on his heel. The enemy was everywhere tonight. Savagely running to and fro between the masses were the warring clans. Each side was suffering heavy losses already, and the skirmish had only just begun.

A movement out of the corner of his eye caused Valaen to duck. Above his head swiped a rather large paw, claws out and ready to tear his throat from his neck, had he been in the target path. Instead, the swish of meeting nothing but air reached his ears, and the lithe Vampire shuffled a foot to throw himself backwards. He was still crouched until he dashed into the air and landed on the Wolf's back. The creature's howl was cut short when Valean's blades met like scissors across the animal's throat, and cleanly cut the head near off. It dangled uselessly while the fur-cursed thing fell to the ground.

More howls filled the air around them. Each was met with the bloodlust screams of the Vampires. Above them, the moon was bright and served to aptly bathe the entire blood-soaked ground with it's light.

Valaen turned to find his next opponent. He would not fall this night.

Cheyanne saw it all happen as if it were in slow motion. Her brother Jorge had made a foolish move, miscalculating his preys speed. In turn the long black haired Vampire launched upon his back and killed him, she could still hear the cutting of his blades through her brothers ears accross his own throat. She could hear the crying out in his mind and feel the slowing of his heart through her viens. The combination of loss and anger overcame her senses. Her heart raced as her blood flowed through her veins like liquid fire.

Bizerk would be be an understatement of the bloody killing rampage that occured next at her paws. Her claws reached out snaging one neck after another beheading and she made her way toward the one she wanted dead the most. Her eyes burned for his blood.

Retreat retreat came through the pack link, she ignored it as her fellow pack mates moved back through the forest she continued to move forward. One after another until she was right behind him. As he turned she saw a flash of grey from his neck and she paused. Her eyes went up to catch a glimpse of his face as she was taken from behind and slammed to the ground. She growled and snapped at those that held her, till she saw his eyes looking at her and she stopped.

Valaen turned to see the enemy retreating. A sigh of relief was, however, interrupted as movement behind him caused him to spin at the ready. But the attacker stopped short, only to be tackled by other Vampires immediately. The man was confused for a moment, as his enemy stared into his eyes. Such a sad look.

When one of the Vampires holding down the wolf raised a blade, poised to pierce the creature's heart, Valaen saw the small stone trinket around the wolf's neck, and raised a hand in near panic.

"Stop!"

The others looked at him curiously, then down at the wolf. Valaen stepped closer, then crouched down to study her carefully. After a moment, he spoke evenly. "I am taking this one prisoner. She will be worth more to us alive than dead." The rest of the clan began to murmur and glance back and forth at each other, but knew that Valaen wouldn't go quietly if they disregarded his wishes. While he wasn't the strongest of them, he was formidable to all, and would cause more trouble than the single wolf was worth. Finally, a pair of metal shackles and a chain was thrown to the ground nearby, which Valaen picked up and held out.

"Shift, and put these on. Else your life will be forfeit, and even I won't be able to protect you." A pause followed, and he whispered so that only she could hear. "Cheyanne..."

Her heart fell as though it dropped through the pit of her stomach as she heard his name once again from the lips of her lost love. She looked over at her brother one last time and let out a mournfulness howl at his death. Getting to her knees she crouched laying her head to the ground.

With in a few moments her body began to change before them as she shifted. Long blond wavy hair covered her body as she stay knelled. Elongated fingers reached out before her and placed the shackles upon her wrists. Slowly she stood before him her frame mostly covered by her hair as she was fully erected at about 5'8. She kept her head down not wishing to look at him again. Afraid she may call his name.

Cheyanne placed her hands in front of her with a slight tug she felt the chain pulled and the shackles rub against her flawless wrists. Lewd comments and whistles followed as the naked she wolf was taken by Valaen. "After you've had your fill of the little bitch i'd like a go" shouted one. She said nothing and even withstood the smacking upon her well toned ass as she passed. If it had been anyone but him she would have fought until her death.

A female vampire glared at her with malice as he led her past. "She's going to rip your heart out while you sleep you fool" she shouted after Valaen. As she was led over the bloody battle field she could hear her pack calling for her. Yet she didn't respond. They knew she was alive, but that was all.

Valaen's lair was a glorified crypt. It had been carved from the ground by mortal hands, but claimed by him before its intended use had even been realized. The outside had been camouflaged well enough, the heavy stone slab covered in dirt and grass to give it a flush appearance with its surroundings. As such, the Vampire felt fairly secure when he spent his days sleeping, and that wasn't even mentioning the amount of noise that moving such a heavy object created was enough to awaken the dead from slumber, if his hideaway ever truly be discovered.

He led her down the steps slowly, the air cooling substantially with their declension. Once reaching the bottom, he paused and turned to regard her carefully. She was even more beautiful than he'd ever remembered, though he wasn't sure if her current lack of attire had attributed anything to that. He tried not to stare, not to get that hungry look in his eyes... but eventually he had to turn away before his desire became too much.

"I... wasn't sure I would ever see you again..."

His face was sullen, as he stared heavily at the wall across the darkened chamber. On one side was his bed; a giant stone sarcophagus with ornate drapings and jewels laiden in the base. The mortals had spared no expense with this one, and he often found himself wondering what king or noble had commissioned its design. A small fire pit had been crafted by his own hands nearby, and served more for decoration than any practical use. Obviously he didn't cook food, and he didn't much require warmth anymore. But for now, it could serve a much-needed distraction.

He set about pulling timber and kindling from the pile next to the pit and arranging them for optimal burn, still trying to find words as he worked. Valaen had never been much for them, as he preferred actions to demonstrate his feelings and needs. But even those weren't much help now.

A pair of rocks were stuck together a few times, before the sparks ignited the kindling and he stepped back with the faintest hint of a smile. Then he turned his head to look at her. His first love. Shackled. Naked. His prisoner.

"Cheyanne..."

She followed quietly knowing that he had saved her life because of what they had once meant to eachother. He was once her best friend. Valaen was the one who made her laugh, the one she could tell anything to. When they were separated it tore her heart to a million pieces. But it also allowed her to focus her energy and rage on her training, making her one of, if not the best fighters.

Her eyes memorized the steps it took to come in, she looked at the ornate decorations and lush accommodation that must obviously be his dwellings. He left her there as he went to start a fire. Her first reaction was to look for an exit. Which there was only one, and by the slab he rolled, and the grinding sound it made that had echoed through her sensitive ears, she knew he'd catch her before she could open it.

As she moved the chain from the shackles dragged on the rock and dirt floor clanging together. She grabbed her ears to drown it out. Cheyanne listened as he spoke to her, yet she said nothing. He was the love of her life, he was the one that saved her from getting killed, but he's also the one that helped to kill many of her friends including her brother.

She knelt down on the floor, sitting her butt upon her heels and covered her eyes as the tears began to fall again. The voices in her head where arguing with each other over whether or not to try to rescue her. Her heart dropped that there was even opposition to the idea.

"Cheyanne" his voice broke through as she let the link go. Her blood shot eyes looked up to him, with a combination of hate, rage, and a glimmer of the love she had once had for him. "You killed Jorge" she said trying to keep the venom from her voice. "All of these people had to die for what?" she asked rising to her feet. The sounds the chains made echoes though the cavern. She dropped back to her knees holding her ears tightly.

"Please get rid of these. I can't handle the noise. I feel like my heads going to implode." She held her wrists up to him. Begging him in her eyes.

Valaen shook his head at her question about the dead. He honestly had no answer, as there was no rhyme or reason behind the feud. It simply was. But it hadn't been the Vampires that had moved first this time. Why was she asking him? Why had her clan felt the need to attack again?

His thoughts were broken when she made her request regarding the chains. In truth, he had never really wanted her to be wearing them in the first place. But, regardless of how he felt about her, she was officially the enemy. She could, if desired, kill him as he slumbered, as the female had warned. She would be well within her right. Though, escaping this place with the other lairs being so close, and most heavily guarded, would be difficult for her.

He sighed heavily and reached into his satchel for the key to her shackles. If she was to try and kill him, so be it. Nothing would stop that, if she were truly determined to do so. His feet carried him across the small space quickly, and upon arrival, he lifted her wrists one at a time, and the heavy shackles fell to the floor. For a few moments, he looked at her, studying her face carefully.

"I'm sorry about Jorge," he said softly, his voice barely above a murmur. "I defended myself. We defended ourselves. Why did your clan choose to attack tonight? What was the purpose?"

Valaen was no stranger to combat or death, but he never took real pleasure in it, as many of his brothers and sisters did. The Vampire would never understand the need and lust for battle that seemed to motivate so many of their kinds. But it had been her clan that had struck this time. And he felt the need to know why.

She held her ears as the shackles fell to the stone floor. "thank you" she whispered looking up at him.
"Jorge was foolish, he never learned to calculate speed and movement. He thought because he was a wolf he was invincible. If i hadn't seen your stone.." her voice trailed off as her hand went to the stone around her neck.

She switched the subject to his next question. "From what i understood, the boundary was crossed from one of yours." she said softly. "the leader of our clan was always looking for a reason" she reflected.

"do you have something i can put on, i'm a bit chilled." She rubbed her hands over her bare arms and scooted closer to the fire. "I want you to know that you have nothing to fear from me, i know that we're suppose to be enemies, but even in the rage of the moment i couldn't strike you down. I know i'm your prisoner, and you've been more then kind considering this..."

Sitting on her butt she pulled her knees in close to her chest. Her long hair covering her flesh for the most part. Her eyes shifted around the room taking everything in. "this is really quite a lush place you have, it beats the hut i was forced to live in." She wasn't sure what else to say. She could reflect on the past, but what good would it do. If she had been any other he would have killed her, but he didn't. Over analyzing his actions wasn't going to change that they were mortal enemies.

The pale Vampire studied his mortal enemy, his first love carefully, eyes drifting over form. But it wasn't lust that drove his eyes to wander, though there was certainly plenty to induce such. It was a strangeness; a feeling as if he still couldn't believe that she was alive, well, and in his crypt. He was convinced that he would never see her again, that his first love was lost to him forever. Yet... here she was, alive, well, and naked in his lair. It was an odd feeling to try and take in.

It occured to him that she was speaking of the reasons behind tonight's attack, and they were reasons he had asked for. Valaen nodded simply and tried to figure out who had been so bold as to break the agreement. But no names were popping to mind. There were far too many reckless younglings on either side now. It was a combustible situation.

His head snapped back to gaze at her, then realized just how rude he ws being. "Of course," he replied evenly, as he strode to the opposite end of the space to retrieve a cloak. He didn't have clothes that would work for her. They would have to remedy that situation, if she was to be staying with him long term. But for now, the dark, heavy cloak would have to suffice.

His feet silently padded back to where she now sat, huddled, and started to slip the cloak over her shoulders to offer a buffer against the chill. "I do alright for myself," he whispered, as he idly brushed hair from her face. "To tell you the truth, it gets rather lonely down here. I don't receive much in the way of companionship."

He trailed off, his hand falling from her face, then settled to sit beside her.

"They have been pressuring me to take a bride. I have... not found anyone. Since you." Eyes rose to her face, his own features flat and nearly devoid of emotion. Fingers lifted to her chest and gently lifted the stone trinket to hold in his open palm. Memories flooded anew, and he didn't even try to stop them.

"And what of you?"

The cloak he placed on her was heavy, yet the thick black fabric added a sudden warmth that shot through her body. It then became obvious to her, it wasn't the cloak, but the closeness of him as his fingers gently brushed her hair from her locks. His skin was cool to the touch, but it sent a bolt of electricity through her that caused her to blush.

She let out a breath as he lowered himself beside her and removed his hand. His voice was smooth and played the same chords with in her heart that it always had. He spoke to her of his emptiness, the loneliness of existence without the ability to let go of what they once shared when they were so young.

He had asked her a question his hand held the answer to. "They were trying to get me to take a mate, or rather..they were trying to get a male to take me as his mate. But since i'm a bit stubborn, opinionated, and have a bit of a temper, they hadn't had any luck. The females are suppose to be subservient." she let out a slight laugh at that.

"when i was torn away from you, I was full of so much anger and resentment. They sent me away to be trained. I used it to focus on my fighting. Most of the bitches were focused on finding their mates." She shrugged and stared at the fire as a tear came down her cheek. "love for me wasn't an option, and I made it too difficult for them to find one that would take me." she laughed a little.
"I guess you could say you ruined me for my own kind. I never thought i'd see you again, but i knew that you would become a fine warrior." she smiled softly.

"i'm your prisoner Val, i'm also your enemy. We've been trained to hate each other. I know the kindness you've shown is only because of who i was to you, I also know that it can't change what i am."

The man couldn't look at her any more. She was describing her trouble with finding a mate, or rather, her potential mates' troubles with finding her. Inwardly, he was at war with himself. Half of him was relieved that she had not found one, the other half felt guilty for it. Had he ruined her chances at happiness with his foolish youth? The young vampire should have known better; nothing good would come of a union between their kinds. Then why had it seemed so right?

He shook his head, his face still impassive as his mind turned. When she spoke again, he finally looked up.

"You are my prisoner, yes. But I could never hate you. I only took you so that your life may be spared. I know of the hate my clan has for you and your kind, just as much as I know that hate is returned in full for me and mine. But we... we are different. At least, I think we are."

Valaen stood up slowly and paced away from the fire to stare at a series of ceremonial blades hanging on the stone wall of the crypt. The were all dulled, not fit for actual combat. But they served as a reminder of his past and what his expected future would be; an eternity locked in combat with immortal enemies. He should be killing her for being what she was. She should be trying to do the same to him. Yet... here they were, sharing a conversation around the fire as if long lost friends. While they were that, they should never have been. It wasn't acceptable.

"What would we be, if not past lovers? Would we have killed each other by now? Are we still doomed to that fate?" He spoke quietly, his back still turned to her, as his lifeless eyes stared passed the decorative weaponry and seemed to bore their gaze through the cold, unyielding wall.

She watched him walk away from her and felt her heart wrench. Only he had ever had that ability on her. He asked questions she had asked herself. Why had she held on to the love she had for him over all this time. Sometimes their love seemed like a curse, other times a blessing. They were what they were, mortal enemies in theory, but in reality they were kindred spirits and souls that had found a balance within each others friendship that withstood all else.

"Valaen" she whispered softly as she always had. "We cannot change our blood or the feelings of others. But we have two ways to look at this, in which over the years i have done both. Our past has always been a blessing and a curse. But our actions define who we are on the inside, even if it differs from that of our people. I could not kill you, i could not fight you, or hate you, anymore then i could myself. To judge you based on your lineage would be as wrong as you judging me on mine. I am your Cheya, to your kind i am a werewolf, to my kind i am Cheyenne the black sheep, the one that daydreams and remembers a time where hatred did not consume me, but love did."

She stared at the fire for a few moments as the crackles of the timber filled the cavern. "If we had not the years of friendship that we kept for ourselves. If we had not the love that we felt for each other yet never consummated, if we had been anyone but who we are and were. Then yes, we would hate each other, and one of us, or both of us would be dead. As our clans would say it should be. But our fate is up to us. You can keep me as your prisoner, your slave for the rest of your life, and i will never attempt to escape or harm you. But others will me unless you claim me as your pet. Even then they will try to pay you to abuse me. Just as mine would if you were my pet. I will abide by whatever your decision may be. Just know that i regret nothing." She curled up on the floor into a fetal position and stared quietly at the fire. The warmth of it soothed her and allowed the tears to flow silently for her brother.

Valaen stared blankly at the floor before them as she spoke. Her words registered well enough, but an idea had struck him. She was to be his pet. Pet. A curious relationship. Ownership, yet protection. A responsibility given with granted power. Yet, the more he considered, the less he could think of any way to describe their current situation. She depended on him for survival now. She had surrendered, and he had promised protection. Could she protect herself against one Vampire? Most certainly. But against the entire clan?

His eyes shifted slowly to take in her form, now hidden by the cloak he had offered. Something else was realized: a hunger. His eyes widened and then narrowed as he realized that the feeling had been growing slowly within him since her arrival at his lair. And now... it was nearly out of control.

His eyes traveled silken throat and beautiful face, trying to study, to learn. The more he saw, the more he desired. Should he fight the desires? But even as he debated this notion, his hand lifted slowly and began to tug at the cloak around her shoulders, gradually removing it as his eyes stared in curious hunger.

Then, something snapped within him, and his hands began to move in a flash, before he could even consider an alternative. He found a breast in one, the soft bare flesh gripped tightly, and silken hair in the other, pulling to turn up face and expose bare throat to his whims.

Teeth grazed throat to feel the hot pumping blood beneath skin, teasing his own desires mercilessly. Then lips crushed against hers in a possessive kiss. Tongue dove into her mouth, seeking her own desperately. The hand on breast began to dig it's nails into flesh gradually, as he forced the kiss onward.

Finally, he gasped and broke the kiss, his lips meeting her ear. The blood pulsing through the delicate extremity was just as intoxicating as her scent. Breath hit her ear as he whispered hoarsely.

"My pet... From now on... I will own and protect you. Cheyanne."

It had all been so overwhelming, in an instant her world had changed. Now she was with the only man she had ever loved. In a situation that was not ideal for what they had once dreamed. But for now it was what they had to deal with.

Feeling his hand take away her cloak caused her to shiver. Goosebumps came upon her flesh as he revealed her in whole to his eyes. A slight cry of surprise went out as he gripped a breast with ownership in one hand and her hair with another. He turned her head to face him. The tears still fresh upon her face as her eyes found his. Captivated by him once again in a moment as his teeth grazed her neck. He familiarized herself with her scent. Their lips met and she returned his passionate possessive kiss without hesitation. Whimpering softly and gasping in resistance as he broke it.

Her pink hued lips tingled with sensation that made her smile softly as he whispered in her ear with breathless desire and ownership "My pet... From now on... I will own and protect you. Cheyanne."

More tears fell from her eyes as her hands gripped him tightly despite the nails that dug into her breast, and hand that held her head. "Thank you my eternal love" she whispered with a purity so deep it surprised even herself.

Never had she thought she'd see him again, and now she was bound to him. Finally she was his.

Her words moved through him, setting off something hidden deep within his still heart. But even the powerful emotion could not ebb the hunger coursing through him. It was similar to the hunger to feed... but different. Something he'd only marginally experienced when in her presence so long ago, but never anywhere close to this power. It was a hunger to mate.

He owned her now. It was within his right... Wasn't it?

It didn't matter. His mind wasn't thinking clearly at the moment, as the desire seemed to pull a foggy cloud over all cognitive reason. All that he knew was that he had to act. To take. To claim.

Fangs dragged across heated flesh of a shoulder, but he had enough sense not to break skin yet. Fingertips explored soft, yielding breast blindly until they came across a hardened nub at the peak. This was taken in between his thumb and finger and pinched harshly. His mouth returned to her and tasted once again of her lips, her tongue.

More.

Hips shifted to guide her to her back on the laid-out cloak that had fallen to the cold floor. Mouth never leaves hers as hands continued to explore and his weight was placed fully on her form.

More.

Groin pressed against her naked sex firmly while one hand gripped a thigh with nails digging, in order to pull her legs around his body. The kiss was finally broken and his eyes stared deeply into hers. The hunger was far too great to ignore by now. It had to be sated. His breath came in quick bursts, almost labored and uneven. He'd never experienced anything like this before. It took everything in him not to sink his teeth into her flesh and taste the heated blood he could feel beneath the skin.

More!

"My pet..." His words came between the heated gasps, strained and full of the lust and hunger. "I must have you... More... More... More!"

Mouth dove and closed around a nipple, the flat teeth tugging at the hardened nub. A hand slid down her body to find the most heated spot; the core between thighs. Fingers explored, switching back and forth between gentle and rough. The bundle of nerves at the top was found, and fingers closed around it and gripped.

More...

His fangs dragged across the bare flesh of her shoulder casing her to wince slightly. His fingers claimed her pert voluptious breast. When he pinched it harshly she let out a whimper. The combination of pleasure and pain was something new.
His kiss silenced her gasp and whimper and took her back to their child hood. She couldn't help but respond to the way his tongue danced with hers.

Pressing against his chest she tried to pull from his lips. Yes she was heated and wanted him. But not like this. Not on a cold floor in a cave. She had always been his. Had he changed so much.

When he broke the kiss her eyes stared in his with a fear she'd never experienced. "Please Valaen, not like this" she whispered.

His body was firmly press against her. She could try to fight him but with the position she was in he had the advantage.



"My pet..." His words came between the heated gasps, strained and full of the lust and hunger. "I must have you... More... More... More!"

"no Valaen please stop" she gasped. His mouth went around her nipple tugging at hit. as his hand slid between her wet thighs. Yes of course she was wet for him. His mere presence forced a heat with in her to rise.
Her heart had belonged to him for as long as she could remember.
Gasps came from her lips as he tongued. Whimpers came from her lips as she pushed against him lightly.

She tried to close her thighs as his fingers explored. Tears began to fall from her eyes as he spoke.
More...

"stop please Valaen" she whimpered in time for a low chuckle to echo through the cave. One of Valaen's coven had entered his dwelling. The long haired tall blood sucker glared at her as if she were less then the dirt his feet stepped upon.

"Aren't you going to share brother?" he asked Valaen his eyes never leaving her exposed flesh.