<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>'Nesii<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Astir<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Astir's House<br/><strong>When:</strong>Nightfall<br/><hr/><br/><em>"Yes, I think your right..."</em><br/><br/>'Nesii might have come up with a smart quip to his saying she was right...if she'd been given half a moment to think. Instead she found herself suddenly slung over his shoulder like a sack of laundry! She couldn't stop the squeal of shock, surprise, and indignation at being held in such an undignified manner while he climbed the stairs to his bedroom! She wasn't some prize of war to be carried off! She was his Second and for a brief moment she actually remembered that and beat sharply at the small of his back with her fists but she found it hard to be effective since she also wasn't squirming because she wanted to avoid being dropped on those stairs!<br/><br/>Growling savagely she loosened her fists, turning her fingers so her nails pointed out like claws and raked them across his back when he shifted to toss her onto the bed, letting his own strength, and her momentum, leave deep grooves on his flesh that would rise to welts and just barely avoided breaking the skin. Looking up at him from the bed it occurred to her that she could leave. She could storm out of his house in a huff of wounded pride, but that was all that it would be and watching him in the shifting glow of the firelight she also knew that she wanted him, wanted the heights of passion he'd already inspired in her flesh, and she knew that if she let her pride get the better of her, she might never have the courage to let her guard down this far again.<br/><br/>Staring at him from the bed, she let him see the annoyance behind the passion and let him hear the growl in her throat. A growl that wasn't entirely annoyed as he let the leather pants fall away, leaving his body bare in own sight. There was appreciation in the growl as well, a clear indication that she wasn't going anywhere, just as her words did when she said, "If you ever do that again, I'll beat you badly enough in the sparring ring that you won't even want to<em>think</em>of your own bed for a week!"<br/><br/>Despite the threat she hadn't moved, and she didn't pull away when he approached her once more, she didn't close her legs against him, or try to block his access to her body in any way, taking some of the sting from her words. Words she all but forgot as he slid up between her thighs and caught her lips with his own once more. Feasting on that kiss she returned it eagerly while her arms twined around his neck, one hand sliding up in to the thick curls at the nape of his neck, while the other traced the claw marks she'd already left on his back when he'd tossed her to the bed. Somewhere in the back of her mind she planned on making more of those marks, enough that no other female in the Pack would dare approach him.<br/><br/>The very idea put a low growl in her throat and made her shift just slightly, her legs wrapping around his, caressing the back of his calves with her feet and holding him against in a possessive manner at the same time. The marks on his back were nothing to what she would do to any female who dared try to poach what was 'Nesii's.<br/><br/>She didn't hold him tightly though. When he broke the kiss and started to move lower her breath was coming in ragged gasps. The hand in his hair remained but the one on his back slid down, falling to the bed beside her and bunching in his sheets. The feel of his stubble teasing her stomach made her writhe, her back arching to press to him even as a soft laugh parted her lips and she exclaimed that such an action tickled! If he'd stayed there, teasing her stomach, she might have come more to her senses but he continued lower, continued teasing and the first touch of his mouth on the core of her need almost made her try to buck him off the bed! The pleasure that flared through her nearly made her head spin and the spinning only grew worse, or better, when his tongue actually entered her body.<br/><br/>The combination of his tongue ( and part of her wanted to both kill and thank all the women who'd made him so skilled with that appendage! ) and his thumb on her clit nearly made her come unglued. She gave over to every primal impulse in her body and surged against him. Her hips rolled to him, her back arching to try and bring him even closer, the hand in his hair tightening to hold him close, clearly unwilling to let him go. She might have begged him to stop taunting her, if she could have managed speech. As far gone as she was however the bed she could do was a series of moans that grew louder the more he taunted her body! Already she was close to the edge and all she could do was ride the surge of pleasure flowing through her in the knowledge that that tide would break only when he allowed it to!