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Post by Ventia on Jun 9, 2017 1:11:43 GMT -5
He left his right hand in the water as he looked at Caroline. He say anything but he saw how his nearness had some effect on her and just the knowledge of that was enough for Hugh to be content. He glanced back as she moved away from the counter but his eyes went back to the sink where spots of blood had mixed in with the water.
"Hmm?" Hugh asked, about to turn back to look at her when the sound of a glass shattering filled the kitchen. Hugh didn't need to turn to know what glass it was-even without her indication to it.
He grabbed the sides of the sink and shook his head, "Oh Caroline." He sighed and let his head droop down to relieve the tension in his shoulders. "There really isn't anyone like-" the words came to a complete halt at the touch of her hands on him. More importantly, her lips on his skin.
"Hmm." It sounded strangely like a purr coming out of Hugh's lips and like a purr, his chest vibrated in contentment. Had he been in his beast form, his eyes would have closed as the purrs vibrated his entire body, his tail moving side to side even as his claws dug into something. But for now, he gripped the sink more even as his body temperature shot up a bit and shocks of pleasure went through his front.
"Ever so kind." Hugh couldn't hide how his voice had deepen even more than it had earlier. Couldn't help the reaction his body had to her. Couldn't? Didn't want to. He wanted her to know that he wanted to wrap his hand around her throat while he gently kissed her. He wanted her to know that her lips on his skin, the taste of blood in the air, and pain, was something he enjoyed still. He wanted her to hear the beast's purr and wanted her to know how much she still affected him.
He eased on the grip he had on the sink and placed his right palm over her fingers that were sprawled across his chest. Whether it was a big share of glass or his senses were on overdrive because of Caroline-Hugh felt the shard sliding out of his skin. A shudder went through him even as he sighed out.
He pressed his lower half into the counter and clenched his hand over both hers and his chest. "Breakfast." He growled out and yet his grip on her hand hadn't loosen up.
"You can't eat glass, it doesn't go down very nicely. Plus, it's not filling. What do you want, Caroline?" Her name on his lips sounded delicious as usual-it didn't help that with her being so close to him, all he could think that he wanted her for breakfast.
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Post by Decoii on Jun 9, 2017 23:36:41 GMT -5
Caroline felt happy when she realized that she still managed to get such a reaction from him even after so long of being apart. She pressed closer to him when he pressed against the counter, and continued to kiss his back. "First you complain about me eating and when I finally do eat you bitch about what I choose to eat?" She huffed in sarcasm and moved the shard of glass so that she can lightly hold it between her teeth.
She knew what Hugh meant when he asked her what she wanted, but for some reason, her mind twisted it up in her head and without meaning too, she ended up grinding her teeth on the shard of glass and shattering it into two bits- one of which implanted itself into the hard plate of her mouth.
Yelling, she suddenly forced her way away from Hugh and doubled over, crying in unexpected pain as she opened her mouth and let blood pour into her hands as she avoided letting it drip on the floor.
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Post by Ventia on Jun 10, 2017 0:37:22 GMT -5
(broooo-rooo)
Even though there was a part of Hugh that was both a sadist and masochist, the sound of Caroline painful shouts and cries was a sound he wished he could never hear. It wasn't as though they hadn't gotten hurt before, quite frankly, they've both had worst. But there was a fine line in between the two.
For example, he had enjoyed the pain of the shard moving in his skin while Caroline kept her teeth on it. Enjoyed her lips and her tongue against the blood that came out of the wound. Enjoyed feeling Caroline press against him along with those enjoyable shocks of pain. But the sound of her crying out like that? No.
Hugh didn't like that.
Even so, Hugh didn't really know what to do or even fucking say, because all that left his lips were "What the fuck, Caroline?" There was a hint of pretty much all emotions in his voice. From worry, to anger, to being dumbfounded even.
For a twisted moment, the heady scent of her blood made the jaguar want to come out and play. It was evident in both his scent change of more beast than human and in the way his eyes lit up.
"Let me see it," Hugh was bent over in a instant, grabbing a kitchen towel that had been hanging from the handle of the oven, as he went down. Hugh pressed the towel in her hands to soak up the blood on her skin and tried to get her to raise up her face.
"Caroline. Seriously, let me see."
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Post by Decoii on Jun 10, 2017 1:06:41 GMT -5
(Palabra foo-ol)
"What the fuck, Caroline?" She barely heard Hugh say those words past the ringing in her ears. Whimpering, her hands trembled as she held on to the towel that Hugh had moved towards her. Honestly, it wasn't that Caroline was a bitch and couldn't handle pain well. She had a pretty high tolerance of pain and Hugh knew that.
In fact, her reaction came from a small number of things. First, she hadn't even expected the shard to break inside of her mouth. So the stabs of pain she was feeling as it dug into the roof of her mouth and into her gums came unexpectedly and unwelcoming in all possible ways. Second of all, she was stuck with a lot of inner turmoil. The anger she felt at his words also came laced with a lot of self-hatred and tension. The pain took her mind away from that and the fact that Hugh came quickly to her side made her heart skip a beat in a rather annoying way.
Caroline also couldn't ignore the scent that washed off of Hugh and filled the room in a dominant way. Shivering, she hissed out in slight warning causing blood to spray out of her mouth. For some reason, the sound, the smell, and Hugh randomly mixed in her head in such a way that she couldn't help but start laughing. Shaking, Caroline laughed a bit harder before she started coughing at the intensified pain in her mouth.
Automatically, she was hostile in certain situations like the one that she was currently facing. But Hugh's scent reminded her of lustful moments shared over blood between the two and she couldn't find it in herself to do anything other then wanting to be difficult.
Just like she always seemed to be.
She fought against the hand that was trying to force her head up and instead, moved her chin so it seemed as if she was rubbing her face against his hand in a very feline way. "Let you see?" She said lowly, words slurred and muttered through her mouthful of blood.
Laughing once again, she looked up at him, showing her face past the river of blonde curls that had previously fallen over it. Her eyes were wide and glossy and her face was flushed red in pain. Talking with the glass stuck in her mouth hadn't been her brightest idea, it had been rather painful in fact, but Caroline seemed to either not care or learn her lessons the hard way.
Besides, calling him out was top priority on her list at the moment. "Are you sure 'seeing' is really what you want to do right now baby?" She purred out, words slurred and heavy against her bloody tongue. Hugh looked so fucking adorable to her at the moment she couldn't just not return his words with her own charm. It was too tempting of a thing to do.
Caroline twisted her head to the left, still holding the towel, she let a few strands of hair fall on her cheeks as she looked down his chest and towards his groin, making it obvious that she couldn't ignore the elephant in the room. Seriously, Hugh had little shame sometimes.
But she wasn't one to argue.
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Post by Ventia on Jun 11, 2017 23:42:41 GMT -5
Hugh glared at her, annoyance being the most prominent emotion in his scent. "Yes. Let me see it and bloody stop talking before you make it worst." Hugh practically growled it out, trying to maintain his stern voice even as shivers of pleasure ran up his hand at both the sight and feel of Caroline rubbing against it. It was as though she was cat and begging him to pet her. Hugh wanted to.
But he also wanted to fucking see that mouth of hers. "Shut up." Hugh didn't need to look down to see how the hard one pressed against his pants. He could feel it. "Let me see that mouth of yours and then later I'll humor you." Hugh couldn't resist to touch the few strands of hair that fell against her face.
Using the hand she wasn't rubbing on, he smoothed them out of her face and tucked them behind her ear. "Look at you. Your face is red. Stop being stubborn and let me look at it. Once I pull it out, you can be as difficult as you want." He tried to keep his voice calm, tried to remain nice. Tried.
His body shook with anger and he was half tempted to just pry those pretty lips open and see the goddamn-
"Fuck it." His hand that had curled her hair gently around her ear was suddenly now gripping her throat tight enough that she wouldn't be able to break free. Then, the hand she was rubbing herself in, grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, exposing both her pretty lips and his hand on her throat. "Fucking trying to be nice and you won't even fucking let me."
Hugh didn't speak no more. Instead, he took those lips with his own. It was a kiss at first. Hugh couldn't deny the desire in him to not enjoy her lips against his own. But then he forced those pretty lips open with his tongue until finally, his tongue danced in her mouth, first curling around her own and then looking around for the shard. When his tongue brushed against her upper mouth, it cut him and droplets of his blood was added to her mouth.
Having now felt it, Hugh gently lapped at it, getting it to slowly loosen around Caroline's mouth until it fell on his tongue. Satisfied, Hugh ended the kiss and let go of both her neck and hair.
It was a pretty sized shard and strangely it was warm in his mouth. He spat it on the floor, getting a mixture of their blood along with the glass on his floor. Then, he leaned against the bottom counter.
"You're so fucking difficult."
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Post by Decoii on Jun 12, 2017 20:25:09 GMT -5
Caroline wasn't usually this unstable.
She couldn't explain why she was currently being this hot ass mess around Hugh but it didn't matter because in her mind it was really his fault. Yes, she wasn't really being logical at the moment -really she hadn't been okay since the beginning of the day- but that wasn't the real point.
The point was that Hugh needed to stop fucking with her head and emotions the way he seemed to be doing at the moment. She was in pain for fucks sake and he had the balls to be all fucking sexually frustrating and adorable as all hell. It didn't help that there was sexual tension between them weighting the air in a constant shocking reminder of what they had between them. With and without the mate bond.
Caroline had been through multiple mating's. Since she was a child and used as a tool up until when she met Hugh. She'd learned the hard way that mating stories didn't all come with flowers and butterflies. She had the short end of the stick in every way possible when it came to this and she hadn't had any good stories on the subject at all.
In all honesty, when she met Hugh, she had been done for. She had wanted to give up and no longer continue with her life. She had no choice, she ran from a mate, she would die unless some other tool marked her as property.
She couldn't even really explain to herself why she had marked on Hugh, saving both of their lives with her actions that day. But Hugh had been the first person that she'd met that had been riding on the same sinking ship as she had and she knew that she didn't want to let her last mate be the death of her. Especially since he had abused of her plenty of time and taken pride in that fact. Boasting about how he would be the death of her.
Hugh didn't know her story like she did. He knew the facts, he knew what happened. He didn't know the depth of it and how many times it had happened. Caroline had never opened up to anyone in her whole life to ever even manage to tell them that she hadn't had the best life. Hugh was the first when it came to that and other things.
First, Caroline had developed a liking to him. He didn't treat her like everyone else because he knew of the bond and the toll it took on her. He knew about her 'heat issues' and how to deal with them rather then give into them and treat her as if she were a piece of medium rare steak and he was a starving beast.
Hugh was different and he treated her like a human. Caroline knew that the mate bond wasn't a love story and it had never been seen as such a thing to her. But Hugh had warmed up to her before she had even known he had done so. But that moment in the park, when she saw him and her heart called out to him in ways she didn't know. When her beast called out to his own in such a maddening way- she couldn't do anything other then run. She didn't understand these feelings for him.
Love had never been part of her vocabulary.
But here she was, standing before him with his hands tight around her throat and his tongue in her mouth. Here she was groaning, yelping, and moaning at the same time. Once again, not knowing how she wanted to react to him but rather just reacting. Here Caroline was letting out all the fucked up mix signals and feeling all her fucked up mixed feelings and she couldn't have it any other way.
Hugh wasn't just an object to keep her living, she wasn't just a pleasure object to him. Neither of them turned out to be the tool they thought they would be for each other. This- this wonderfully confusing and fucked up and beautiful thing that they had wasn't what it had originally supposed to be and that fact made her light headed.
Looking over at Hugh, she blinked rapidly to ward off the tears of pain that escaped her eyes. I want to feel nothing, I want to feel nothing, I want to feel nothing, I don't want to feel nothing. Closing her eyes, she had to fight to calm down the screaming in her eyes and after a couple of long moments, it felt like she was detached from herself and everything she was trying to suppress.
After a moment, she felt free.
"Dude, I think I'm in love with you."
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Post by Ventia on Jun 12, 2017 23:53:42 GMT -5
Out of all the things he expected Caroline to do-this wasn't one of them. Matter of fact, it didn't even cross his mind. But then again, Caroline had a way of doing that to him. Of saying the one thing or doing the one thing that was always going to surprise him.
It was one of the things he enjoyed about her. How she could never be predictable. How she always did things her own way. It was frustrating as hell sometimes but even that annoyance was something he had missed.
The taste of her blood was still strong in his mouth as she spoke. Hugh didn't even know how to respond to that. His lips opened, bloody lips that they were, and then closed. When he swallowed the mixture of their blood and saliva, the taste of her made his eyes lit up in need. She loved him? Hugh...
"You love me?"
Hugh whispered it, his eyes practically glued on Caroline.
Love...was something Hugh himself didn't know much of it. His own blood never had much love for him. No girlfriends truly loved him. His stepfather tried to love him but Hugh himself didn't even know what love was. He told Caroline this.
Told Caroline how he truly believed that what he felt for her was love. And while love was confusing for him too-it was what he believed in.
But still. For someone to love him? He could believe himself to love someone. But for someone else to love him? Even though he had wanted it so much from Caroline. Hearing it, still didn't sound real and yet? There was a burn in his chest that both ached and desired for something and all he wanted was to pull Caroline close.
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Post by Decoii on Jun 13, 2017 0:29:15 GMT -5
Caroline felt overly sensitive right now. Her heart was on her sleeve and she didn't think this was a feeling she was ready to experience often. Hell, she wasn't ready right now for the vulnerability that she felt at the moment right after her confession. Could she even call it that? A confession? Hugh had already admitted to having feelings for her but she still felt as if rejection was a terribly frightening possibility that she wasn't really ready for.
Why did people even do this? Love was supposed to be this amazing lighthearted thing and she felt like she should tell =Hugh to call an ambulance because she was about to get a fucking heart attack. If it wasn't bad enough, he had to go look at her with those stupid beautifully shocked eyes and repeat to her what she had just said to him.
At that moment she felt extremely uncomfortable and found herself rubbing her arms in an attempt to comfort herself. Caroline regretted being poorly dressed because at the moment she wished she had something she could hide behind but found herself rather empty handed.
Slowly, she inhaled and found herself nodding, the drying blood on her chin making it awkward to move. "Sure?" She questioned and scratched the back of her head before awkwardly laughing. "I mean, yes? I think that's what I just said you stupid deaf jerk." She added with a slight glare that looked meaningless especially accompanied with a pout.
In reality, she hadn't meant to say that at all. Not out loud and not without studying her feelings and rehearsing those lines in the mirror a couple of times. To say the least, she felt as awkward as Hugh looked.
"I mean, it's fine. really?"
She coughed and looked around. He was near the sink so she really didn't want to go in his general direction. Making up her mind to move closer to the refrigerator, she went and grabbed herself a bottle of water and a handful of napkins from the nearby counter. Opening the bottle, she worked on cleaning her chin and neck, then took a couple of big gulps to clear the thickness in her saliva that weighted her tongue down uncomfortably.
Placing the cap down, she felt at her wound and groaned in pain. Making sure to move around while her back was firmly in his direction, she went and poured herself a glass of scotch that she couldn't find the courage to even drink.
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Post by Ventia on Jun 13, 2017 1:40:34 GMT -5
It was Caroline's sass that bought Hugh out of his dumbfounded moment. Hugh's eyes blinked once then twice even as a frown settled between his thick yet perfectly shaped brows. Soon, one of those eyebrows raised in annoyance at being called a deaf jerk.
"It's fine?" Was what he actually said. Shit. Hugh cleared his throat loudly and closed his eyes, rubbing them gently with his forefinger and thumb. "It's not fine. If you love me. And I love you. Why are we..." Hugh spoke as he looked up from his earlier position but at the sight of Caroline, his words slowly came to a end.
He didn't know why but the sight of Caroline needing yet another drink after what had just happened, caused Hugh to laugh. It was a deep laugh that made his whole chest rumble and made the tightness in his chest tighten harder. He didn't know anything anymore when it came to dealing with Caroline. Just that. He didn't want her to go. Hugh never wanted her to go.
She made sure to keep her back to him. Which was why she probably didn't see him dragging himself across the floor until he was practically behind her. If she did sense him, she hadn't moved. Which was what gave Hugh the approval (in a way) to reach over and gently trace the cup's lid with his finger.
"I think I'm in love with you too."
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Post by Decoii on Jun 13, 2017 18:11:27 GMT -5
Caroline wished that she could answer Hugh's question. If they loved each other then why the awkward tension, the fight, the hostility? She knew most of it came from her anyways but at that very moment she wished she had an answer for him. She didn't and instead found herself shrugging at his words but feeling more annoyed then awkward at his laughter.
Then all the fighting, pain, and tension of the short morning was catching up to her and she was feeling defeated and tired. As if everything that happened while she was gone was catching up to her and she just wanted to roll up in a ball and cry. But Caroline was obviously far more graceful then that so she kept her eyes on her glass, giving it a small glare because despite the fact that she wanted to consume the scotch she was all too well aware of the pain inside of her mouth and she wasn't ready for that either.
Caroline could feel Hugh moving closer to her and she made a point to not look at him or even move. She watched his fingers trace the cup and with a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes and leaned back on his chest. Chuckling at how they got to that very moment in time when they had just been fighting.
"Good." She said softly, "Otherwise, I'd be pretty pissed off at this point. I'd probably set fire to your house then make you buy me dinner for all the emotional inconveniences that your dumbass put me through." Opening her eyes, she tilted her head and looked over her lashes up at his face.
Studying the curve of his lashes and cheek, the cut of his jawline. After a moment, she smiled at him before leaning further on him in a way that would let her rest her weight on him but look at his face comfortably at the same time. "So what now?" She asked softly.
Just because they loved each other -or well, in their own words thought they were in love with each other- didn't mean that everything would magically fall into place. She's been gone for a while, she fell out of habit of being with him so it would be rough adjusting once again. That was if he even wanted her to come back and return leaving with him. She really had nothing to offer him or even bring to the table.
Things honestly where more complicated then a simple 'I love you' could solve. "What does that mean of... this?" She questioned slightly awkwardly, pronouncing heavily each syllable. "I'm not good at this... I've never had this sort of conversation..." She added airily. She never had a conversation where her opinion mattered when it came to establishing a relationship. She was forced into it and used. Period.
But when she had met Hugh he'd been dying because his original mate was gone. Someone who she knew he loved. So he was used to this whole love thing more then her.
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Post by Ventia on Jun 14, 2017 0:51:21 GMT -5
Hugh had taken a jump earlier by sitting right behind Caroline. By invading her personal bubble so to say. She could have gotten even more angry at him for assuming that just because admitted something-that everything was fixed. So when Caroline leaned against him, Hugh let out the air he had been holding in. Relief filled him along with a sinking feeling of enjoyment.
"Hmm," Hugh pressed his face against the side of her head, his other hand sliding around her stomach and pulling her closer to his chest. Where she fitted better. Her words however made him grin, "I have to feed you after you burn my house down? Damn Caroline. Aren't you demanding."
When she looked up, Hugh eased away a little to better look at her face. His hand left the cup's rim and he rubbed a spot on her chin that still had some blood. Not that it mattered, he was sure there were some blood on him as well and either way. Caroline still looked very....he bought his thumb to his lips and licked at the semi-drying blood. She was still very Caroline-like.
"So what now," he mused after her, gently stroking her thigh with the hand that was still around her waist. "I don't know." He paused at her readjustment that only brought her more snug up against him. A little rumble vibrated through his body in approval and Hugh just smiled at that, before continuing. "You've been gone for a while. I'm not sure what trouble you've stirred up but I don't want you to go."
God. She was just too cute sometimes. Hugh thought as he looked down at her. "I never really had this talk either but I'm told that we should take baby steps. Then again? We're both pretty drastic aren't we." Hugh's free hand went back to her throat, where he gently stroked where his hand had been earlier.
"Id want you to live with me again. Id want you to be my girlfriend. I'd want you to only look at me." His fingers curled around the back of her neck while his thumb kept stroking her pulse. "Would you want to be my girlfriend or is that too fast?"
Hugh eyes slowly moved from her jumping pulse until they settled on her own eyes. His fingers curled just a little more on her nape and his eyes darted once down to both her lips and her pulse. "I'll behave if it's too fast." He mumbled, his arm curling her more snug into him and gently stroking her side.
"Hmm? What do you think Caroline?"
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Post by Decoii on Jul 5, 2017 18:54:11 GMT -5
Caroline honestly couldn't remember how they've gotten there in the first place, but she wasn't complaining. Being relaxed and so close to Hugh after countless hours of fighting him off and of bullshit was definitely a breath of fresh air. She had to admit, his touch and occasional noises of purring was slightly distracting to her but she wasn't one to complain at the moment. Mainly because it was enjoyable, but mostly because her mouth still felt tight and stung at random moments. That itself didn't keep her from talking, it just minimized the stubborn comebacks she had to offer.
Well, for the most part.
Thinking back at everything that had happened while she was gone made her tense up a bit, but eventually she softened up due to the light nature of his hold and that constant trail of tingles he left on her thigh. "Well," She said after an awkward amount of pause on her behalf, "It isn't something I want to go back to, I can promise you that. Besides, the fact that I'm breathing and apparently 'oh so pretty ' does me more harm then good."
In all honesty, that trail of thought left her down a very negative road of memories, but as she moved and looked up at Hugh, the only indicator would have been a slight sharpness in her look. She hadn't meant to put herself down internally and she was fucking herself over for ruining such a beautiful moment but she couldn't help it. Too much had happened that Hugh didn't know about and she wasn't really willing to ruin the day by letting him know of a potential creep who had been stalking her and had almost managed to rape her more then a handful of times.
"I promise you, there isn't anything I want to go back too, Hugh." She said softly. His touch and soft voice had helped her calm herself down. Bringing her attention back to what was currently happening for about two seconds before her attention went down the gutter. In all honestly, that was his fault. She was trying to concentrate. Honestly.
"What do I think?" She chuckled lightly and pressed closer to him, unwilling to skip out on the opportunity to be this close after so long of being apart. "I think that you don't know how to behave." She found herself leaning up and licking his bottom lip before curling her tongue and bringing it into her mouth for a small nip that drew blood.
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Post by Ventia on Jul 8, 2017 1:54:21 GMT -5
He kept his hand by her thigh, his fingers just brushing up and down, enjoying the feeling of static that sizzled whenever his skin came about hers. She was right on the fact that their bodies dealt better when they were close. Already he could feel his body slowly growing stronger in dark places he hadn't even noticed were weak before. But it wasn't just her body he wanted. He wanted Caroline.
Wanted her mind. Wanted her submission. Wanted her dominance. Wanted to know what was going through her mind. Wanted to indulge in the things she wanted to do. Wanted to spoil her rotten and punish her when she needed it. He wanted her insane mood changes. Wanted her extremes. Wanted her weak moments. Wanted to be there to cuddle behind her and let her know it would be all okay. Wanted her trust. Wanted her. Hugh wanted Caroline.
His hand move from her neck to caress into her blonde hair, curling a strand between his forefingers as she spoke. Her words however made his fists tighten around the stand, not enough that it hurt her but enough that it let her know that he felt something was amiss. That he knew there was something to her words. The primal beast in him hadn't liked it. That disapproving scent raged around him, cloaking her, stroking her, and searching as if it could find what was bothering her and crush it.
"Hmm," was all Hugh purred out. His whole body vibrated behind her, the breath that left his nostrils was warm, and his hand slowly stroked her hair again. The silver in his eye brighten, the blue color blending into the pupil, darkening into darkness.
He pulled her hair to his lips, the arm around her waist curling so that now his fingers were sprawled along the side of her ribs as if he were giving her a half hug. In reality, he was caging her tightly against him. Wanting to be a personal shield for her. Wanting to keep her tucked safely under his arm. The aroma of her air sizzled through his brain and his lips bowed down until her velvet soft hair was pressed against his mouth.
He glared at the spot on her neck until slowly his face soften and his enraged eyes closed. Deep inhaled. His arm slacked around her waist, not letting her go but not clinging her to him either. She didn't need to be caged in by his side. He knew Caroline could and would take care of herself. But he also knew she was his to protect. But alas, now wasn't the time.
"Good." The territorial tone of voice, along with his scent now changing to relief and need, made a shift occur in Hugh. He stared down at her, her hair still curled around his finger. Beautiful She truly was magnificent. In every insane way of hers. "I don't want you to go," he said, his breath escaping his body in a surrender.
A low growl filled the kitchen, his fingers once more along her thigh, as she broke through the skin. His eyes started to darken once more but now instead of rage, there was a hunger burning within the silver and ice blue of his iris.
"Who doesn't know how to behave?" He didn't bother to pull his lip away from her teeth, instead he whispered each word slowly, even as his hand went back towards her nape, that strand of hair still curled around his pointer finger. His thumb pressed against her jumping pulse while the rest of his hand applied just enough pressure around her pretty neck to let her know he didn't want her moving from this position.
"I'm not the one misbehaving." His tongue slid along the curve of his lip, following it into her mouth. His tongue moved along the edge of her teeth, tasting blood on his tastebuds. He swallowed that blood, the corner of his lip curving upwards, ripping his lip just a bit more-drawing more blood.
"You're misbehaving, little girl."
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Post by Decoii on Jul 8, 2017 10:34:35 GMT -5
Caroline had to close her eyes in order to keep herself together. Hugh's reaction had overwhelmed her and excited her. Once again the mixture of smells, touches, and warmth mingled in the air in such a way that she didn't know how to react. This time she froze up and inhaled deeply, letting it all settle inside of her and slowly tasting every single change inside of him.
His dominance, his anger, his submission..
Everything he had given her stroked her in such an intimate way that she's never been managed to be touched by anyone else. There was a hint of danger in everything Hugh offered her at that moment, but she found herself with no need to run. This anger and darkness that he showed her made her feel the need to stay and take more. It allured her and Caroline new that the darkness inside of Hugh was the same flavor she found within her own mouth.
"The answer is yes, by the way" She let it all wash over her in silence but once Hugh reacted to her bite, she smiled at the change in the air and accepted that just as openly.
"So much testosterone, I would drown." She whispered against his lips as she snaked one hand through his hair and the other against his pants, fingers loping inside the material so she can stroke the soft skin.
When he told her that she had been the one misbehaving, she chuckled and moved her lips to his neck. "Spank me." was her cocky reply, dismissing his words as she nipped on that skin momentarily before pulling out and away from him. Now standing out of touching distance with a pink tint to her cheeks and a smirk on her face.
"This 'little girl' happens to be your newly found girlfriend, and she's more than ready to put you in the kennel."
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Post by Ventia on Jul 8, 2017 11:18:04 GMT -5
So simple.
Hugh thought to himself as her lips curled around his own. So sweet and full of spice. Hugh felt his muscles clenching back and forth, as he fought within himself to settle down. So simple.
This was all he had wanted. All he would ever want. So simple and so fucking confusing only because it was them two that they were dealing with. The combine force between both of them was dangerous and deadly. Hugh knew this. Knew that they both sparked something within each other that was deadly if pushed in the wrong way. But she was more tempting than she knew and Hugh wouldn't resist the effect she had on him.
Even the words, 'yes' was enough to make Hugh want to bend down and satisfy Caroline until she couldn't take it no more. It made him want to curl up on the sofa, watch movies with her, and then have her sleep in his arms. Made him want to come home to a house that was lit instead of crowded in total darkness.
"Then drown." Hugh replied, his voice ending with a little growl. "Drown yourself in me and never let go." Danger lurked in his silver blue eyes along with more emotions that Caroline wasn't used to. Something soft along the knife's edge. Something that balanced out the crazy and fooled the sane.
"I've already accepted it," his eyes were on hers as fingers combed through his hair. The beast sparked again, his spine threatened to curl, and his eyes wanted to close if only to enjoy the sensation that much more.
His neck arched, his pulse jumped against her lips as if it wanted her as much as she wanted it. He closed his eyes, giving her the most vulnerable spot on his body. She could kill him there. Just dig those pretty canines of hers into his throat and rip out his vocal cords-or bite into a artery. She could. "I will."
"I'll spank you until you're red. Until you're begging me to stop. Until every sting of my hand sends a shiver down between your legs." He opened his eyes at the feel of her withdrawal, leaning back on his hands that were now flat against the floor. A lazy smile covered his lips as he watched her.
"You'll love every second of it." Hugh promised, enjoying the sight of those pink cheeks. It made the protector in her grin and feel accomplished. He had done that. He had made her feel those emotions.
Her words broke through the urge of need he had for her. It warmed his heart and made something akin to butterflies fill up his stomach. It was quite unsettling and yet, a feeling he wanted to indulge in more over time.
Hugh straightened his back and let his mind imprint this moment into his memory for good. "The kennel hm?" Hugh shifted until he was on his knees before her. A slyness was added to his smile. "Should I shift? Or are you going to cage me in while I'm still human?" He eased up, one knee still on the ground, letting her dominate over him.
"Or should I stop the shift in the middle, between man and beast? So you can have both of two worlds?" He then straightened on his legs, standing up from the floor, and now towering over her. That pink flush made him go crazy in softness.
He moved forward, hands catching her waist, thumbs sliding against her sides. "I wouldn't mind the kennel as long as my girlfriend joined me." The way he emphasized that word was a mix of emotions that would be too difficult to explain.
"But then you'll hog up the majority of the very small space." His lips pressed against her forehead in a gentle kiss. He hadn't asked. He wasn't going to ask. Didn't want to. He wanted to feel Caroline. To listen to her rant and rage. To hold her. Hmm.
"So, back to the breakfast thing." Hugh bent down, picked up the shard of glass that was left and then dropped it in the trash. He had one hand around her waist and besides from his movements, he had managed to keep that had around her the whole time. Hugh was...clingy he guessed.
He didn't want to let her go. Simple as that.
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