Yeah, Dean was laughing. It was a lusty, eager laugh, one that filled the shadowy air eerily, echoing and ricocheting throughout the room in a manner that would probably be fitting in some vampire lord’s vaulted tomb. Missing Aza, falling, caught, pulled into a dangerous tumble, he moved with a lithe dexterity that belied his muscularity and overall size. One thigh shifted inward, narrowing the passage to his balls, deflecting her attack to his inner thigh, his jaw dropped to limit the damage her sharp teeth could do to his neck.<br/><br/>Two attacks blunted, but not entirely avoided: Aza was fast and strong, fueled by a power that the Shadow knew all too well. It was him. The burning, motivating passion that filled her body was as part of him – or had been – as surely as the vitality that pulsed through his veins. In that, he could anticipate her (albeit, to a limited extent). In that, he could find a likeness, a purity of intent that he’d never known.<br/><br/>Shifting, rolling, sill laughing, he jerked one leg down and to the side, hooking an ankle around hers, using leverage and muscle more than Shadow power to pull her legs wide, shoving his torso between her thighs – daring her to attempt to crush him – as one of his hands found purchase in her hair and he began slamming her head back, into the pillows. Okay, that wasn’t the most effective idea.<br/><br/>And she was squirming and clawing and cursing him, more hate and dominance than lust. How odd to be on the receiving end of such a contest. Then Dean was cursing back at her, “Fucking lithesome whore,” he cursed, drawing on his Shadowy power to reshape his form, heightening his flexibility to compensate. However, as Donovan had said, Dean was somewhat limited in what he could do at the moment.<br/><br/>At least, in what he could do directly….<br/><br/>Hard body, all sculpted, honeyed muscularity pressed against Aza’s, Dean grinned his wolfish grin and fought back, biting at her mouth, licking at her lips, arching and grinding against her pelvis, letting that impressive length slide across her entrance, teasing at unimaginable pleasure. Two fiends of lust and dark desires feeding one another’s need for lust and violence – it might be even better than having braided hair. Who knew?<br/>