Stumbling into the hallway to meet Peri's glare, she swiftly closed Haileys door behind her praying he wouldn't go in.
"Perhaps chains would be fitting since you can't seem to comprehend simple instructions." he ran long black talons through his hair and sighed. He looked frustrated and completely through with Fenix.
She took notice to his attitude and made note to tread lightly for the night, but then how would she ask?
"It won't happen again." she hung her head low not wishing to cause further conflict. She too was exhausted by today's events, but she knew sleep wouldn't over take her tonight without filling her insatiable thirst.
It wasn't like the days before that the sun would rise and set without a thought of food passing Fenix' mind. Her throat throbbed painfully dry and sore. Aching for the warm fluid drug. She could almost taste it at the thought, thoughts she began to lose herself in. Dazed she licked her lips and bore holes in the floor with her eyes. She couldn't face him, couldn't ask anything of him after the stunt she pulled tonight.
When he finally began on the way to the room she breathed a sigh of relief. She walked slowly behind his large body talkng advantage of his back to her she smacked her forehead.
Get it together.
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Rummaging through the large mirror-dresser in search for a t-shirt in a sea full of button ups and polos was beginning to seem pointless. She turned to face him clutching the grey towel to herself. "I need my own-" she began in a demanding tone and then remembered her mischievous events. Not tonight. "Can I please get my clothes from home?" She reworded smoothly.
"You don't like my style?" his eyes flashed with offensive humor. This meant nothing, she knew better than to partake in the light hearted look. He would flip on a dime.
"Everything is black."
"That is my color."
"Everything is formal!" she whined.
"I am a Ruler."
"Well I can't sleep comfortably in a button up shirt Perilous." She involuntarily raised her lip in a snarl.
"Watch it" he warned taking a seat on leather couch beside the large windows, scotch in hand.
"Fine" she mumbled buttoning up one of his black long sleeve shirts. The material was rich but she wouldn't admit that. And the sleeves went way passed her own leaving her hands invisible. When she was finished dressing herself she huffed and headed to bed.
"Come here." he squinted his eyes at her suspiciously as she approached. The ivory armchair stood bold statement in the black and grey interior. Between the red moon seeping in through the window and the grey canopy bed, as if it stood in symbolism of peace and quiet vs the horrors of the outside.
After a few moments under his furrowed brows she began shifting the weight on her feet. The crimson light glowed against her lightly freckles cheeks and caused her mix matched eyes to twinkle more so than usual.
The silence became deafening and her eyes twitched in anticipation.
Is this the part with the chains? she thought worriedly. Had she really caused that much trouble that they would be back to square one?
"What's is your problem?" she avoided his eyes and stared into his drink. He swirled the liquid around the thick glass cup and took a swing. Noticing her fixation he offered her a sip.
He raised the short glass to to her pouted lips, which she parted and accepted.
The liquor burned her throat and caused her to squeeze her eyes shut. The vanilla notes weren't enough to save her from the kick of the bourbon. She pursed her full lips in scorn and held her dainty hands against them to avoid spitting. "That's disgusting."
He shrugged unphased.
"It's an acquired taste. Are you going to answer my question?"
"I don't want to upset you any further, really." Using his index and thumb to grab one of the buttons, he pulled her towards him so that she stood between his legs.
"You're thirsty Fenix, drink." he extended his hand.
He knew
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"We do this regularly, what's the issue now? Just fucking drink, shit!" He dangled his hand in front of her face impatiently but her eyes fixated on the black veins protruding out of his neck. That's where she wanted to feed, his finger or hand wouldn't do today. And that terrified her.
The sound of his veins pulsating, pumping blood throughout his body was deafening. It was all she could hear.
He took one last swing of the scotch and placed his unoccupied hand on the back of her neck, drawing her into his own. He leaned back in the chair giving room for her to find a seat on his legs. Without hesitation or warning she sunk her fangs in. He was intoxicating and she was sure she wouldn't be able to stop. Her conscious mind began to fill with insidious thoughts.
"Fenix" Perilous whispered her name breathless. Unsure if he wanted to pull her in closer or snatch her away..he settled on staying still and sat with his eyes rolling in ecstasy.
Romanticized biting was reserved for wolves and exclusively for marking their mate once. And for the masochist of the world. Outside of that, a bite was almost always painful and meant for either feeding which often led to death or battle.
This however was erotic for both parties and Perilous began to feel overwhelmed with new thoughts and emotions. Most of all , more than his own capacity.
His large hands slipped through her brown fro. A moan slipped out when she finally released his neck from her lock jaw. Their eyes locked and he watched as she nervously bit her blood coated lips.
"That was different." she tried breaking the silence.
"Indeed." he cleared his throat and held her waist still trying to regain balance. "How do you feel?" he was genuinely curious, if she had felt the same rush he had.
"Like I just fought a bear and won" her eyes were wild. Confident.
"Maybe we should take you hunting, I don't know if I can be your blood bag anymore. Your appetite is quite large." he smirked.
"Is it possible to drain you?" she examined him. He looked like himself, no paler than usual. He felt different though, she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was.
"Let's not be pompous, you couldn't harm me if you tried your best."
"Do you want to try?" she closed her eyes and bared her neck to him. "Oh SMALL fangs if that's something you can control."
"Have you gone mad?" his eyes widened, sure he was tempted and at this point almost drooling to taste her but she was timid. Frail. He didn't wish to hear her complaints.
"I'm feeling pretty kickass, so maybe. But I'm sure." She used her right arm to flip her hair out of the way wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn't know what had come over her, but it felt refreshing as hell to feel invincible after being so timid and out of her element. There was an aura of dominance radiating off of her that seemingly came from no where and yet everywhere.
The rooms atmosphere began to shift.
He drew his lips to her neck and planted a kiss. He licked and sucked on the area attempting to find the spot he desired most. Like a dog spinning to find comfort in its bed. In his most human resembling form his fangs were visibly out of his mouth. They grazed against her neck as he searched for a spot to attach. It sent shock waves up Fenix spine and she involuntarily jerked. He groaned in response to her movement and sank his sharp canines into her shoulder impossibly slow. In attempt to spare her. Low groans filled the dark room illuminated only by the red mood shinning in from the windows.
The naturally dim red lighting had become Fenix favorite trait about this world. And right now it seemed to feed their carnal energies.
Fenix played in his hair, the pain of his fangs hooking her shoulder was paralyzing but also awakening a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach.
. He held onto her waist with all his strength. Eyes open and crossing he sunk his talons into either of her sides. She bit her lip to muffle her complaints and squeezed her eyes tighter.
Even though she felt her conscious slipping away, she egged him on, baring her neck.
He released
Fluttering her lashes open she peaked at his face, the two out of breath as if they had run a marathon. Light sweat pricked their pores and they breathed heavily against the others mouth. The excitement from each others blood alone led them to crash.
Luckily enough for the pair, they were too high off of each other in the moment, that embarrassment wasn't in mind. Their dynamic would have to be a conversation for another time. Deep sleep over took them. Resting their head into the crook of each others neck beside their bites they found comfort and drifted.