<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/tumblr_mvhi1najsY1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div>The spitting was a bit much for Tomás and it caused him to hiss back at the werewolf. It was a wicked combination of a hiss and a growl, blending in cruel disapproval. In hindsight, he had probably antagonized the male with he fangs; it was quite clear the wolf didn’t care for vampires. But the instinct was strong for Tomás at the moment. The chase, the slow crawl that built the anticipation and uncertainty of what was to come next, had excited him more than he expected. It had been so long since anyone challenged him like this, making him hunt them down. He had been quite the devil in his younger days, eating whomever he liked, whenever he liked. Now though, he was more sophisticated, more civilized. But the baser urge to sink his fangs into Oskar’s smooth neck, where that artery thumped so loudly in his ears… He inhaled, his eyes narrow, as he focused on the wolf’s words, not his throat. For every threat Tomás had issued, the wolf came back with a counter; logical, sound calculations of the vampire’s own character. It was then realized this beast held little fear for losing his own life. He had gotten the impression the wolf had been around the slave trades awhile, he had seemed so knowledgeable. But this rebellious side… for him to still be alive, he must be very good in the ring. No, a different tactic was needed here.<br/><br/>That was when the wolf addressed the human woman. The balls on this guy… to as if they were equals, then address<em>his</em>slave! Rage rolled over Tomás and it was a miracle he didn’t snap his fighter’s neck right there. Instead, a low growl issued from the back of his throat and his hand released its hold on the beast’s groin, which had stiffen under his grasp, quickly moving to the other’s neck. He let his grip tighten as his dark chocolate eyes peeled themselves off Oskar to look at Delilah.<strong>”Delicate Flower of mine, return to the room. Rolando is sure to have brought your meal up. We will be along shortly.”</strong>The glare in his eyes was sure to send the woman quivering back to the bedroom. Even the air around Tomás had thickened with his anger. His body though, was as still as the dead. The normal movements you would catch a living person in, such as breathing, blinking, maybe a swallow or a twitch, were completely absent as he waited for her to leave, to obey him.<br/><br/>His dark, demonic gaze lingered on the space she had occupied before the turned his attention to his troublemaker. The only part of him that moved was his head, rotating slightly on his neck. The gesture was eerie, greatly resembling a large cat whose eyes followed his prey. It took everything Tomás had to not give in to his rage. Slowly, his grip lessened, so he was no longer choking Oskar, but he fingers remained loosely on his neck. So many thoughts ran through his mind as he stared into the wolf’s golden eyes. Overcoming his longing to bury more than his fangs into the man, Tomás let his lips curl into a venomous grin,<strong>“She is so innocent, is she not? Tan frágil.”</strong>Leaning in close once more, keeping the werewolf pinned with his own body, the vampire brought his lips next to Oskar’s ear.<strong>“You think I am too kind to be too rough on her for her first time?”</strong>the question dripping with a cocktail of lust and anger.<strong>”My self control is immense, but my temper, you see… Sometimes, it gets the better of me. You are wrong to think I won’t indulge in any and all of my fantasies on that deliciously scented body. Her first time could be her last if I so see it. Screams… Moans… They are all the same to me. Tanto placentera, tanto satisfactorio.”</strong>To punctuate this statement, he pressed his hips into the wolf, so he could feel how he was still erect, as if the idea of the redhead writhing in pain underneath him and sounds of fear escaping her excited him.<strong>“Do not throw me in the with the likes of Demetri. That scum could only hope to be half the vampire I am. I will bind you and ruin the girl before your very eyes, while you are helpless to save her, even as you beg for me to stop.”</strong>he paused,<strong>”Like you begged me, now.”</strong><br/><br/>Tomás kept his bod close to Oskar’s on purpose. He had felt how the other reacted to his touch, despite the situation he was in.<strong>”Unless you mind yourself, of course. Her treatment is dependent on your behavior as of now.”</strong>The poor wolf had shown his weakness, a human of all things. Deep down, Tomás could respect his desire to protect the girl, because something in him wanted to the same. But that feeling wasn’t only reserved for the girl. There was something in him that was drawn to the wolf as well.<br/><br/>He didn’t like it.<br/><br/>Not because of anything ridiculous like gender or species or even because the was a slave. Those types of stigmas had long ago vanished in the vampire. No, this was because the werewolf stirred things in him which caused him to do things or, in the case, not do things he would normally do. He had killed slaves for less.<br/><br/>Much less.<br/><br/>But Tomás hadn’t lived this long by wearing his emotions on his sleeve. Sure he was bluffing, he had no intentions treating Delilah that way, but the wolf didn’t need to know that. And the vampire intended to make sure it stayed that way. He held a practiced, hungry expression, as if to dare the male to bait him, to call his bluff so he could march back to his room and bathe in the redhead’s blood. The politics of the vampire world had given him hundreds of years of experience with hiding his true feelings. Now, he needed to appear stronger, crueler even, than Oskar could imagine.<strong>”Do we have an understanding, wolf? If you are good, the girl will not be harmed.”</strong>His lips pulled into a devilish grin.<strong>”And if you are really good, perhaps I’ll treat that nicely toned ass of yours to my… ‘Prized Dick’.”</strong>He used the beast’s own words. The man had meant it in a mocking way, with the eye rolling and the laughter, but his body betrayed him there. Tomás could feel how much the other liked the feel of his cock against him. Of course, he had quite enjoyed the sight of Oskar in the bath, also. There was no attraction lost between the two. But this attitude the werewolf had would have to go. Tomás was certain the male was smart enough to know if he pushed the vampire further, the control he had on himself would break. For the wolf’s sake, he should let it go, bite his tongue, say ‘Sí señor’, and wait until he was rested before starting a fight. But even that thought, the struggle between the two, throwing punches, claws, teeth, wrestling each other for the alpha position… even that excited Tomás.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Translations:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Tan frágil.- So fragile. <br/>Tanto placentera, tanto satisfactorio.- Both pleasurable, both satisfying. <br/></div></div>