M - Storm's Delight

Jaden Ohanzee · 05-22-2012, 03:01 AM

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A liar. The words stung worse than the wound in his chest and unearthed an even greater pain, one that wasn’t physical but only existed within cool depths of his eyes. He could not see it in her but her voice told of the unspoken pain it brought her to know he had feelings for another. He had foreseen this, knowing he could not have the love of two with both in good conscience. Why had this happened the way it did? He had not chosen to love both in the same moments of life, but he could not undo what was now done. To do so would mean shredding a heart given to him and soiling the trust love granted. For more than a year he had gone without love, without feelings like he did now. It was such cruel irony.

And he wasn’t only hurting one of the women he loved either. He could see it in Thana’s good eye every time X’yrin showed him affection. There was a deep seated jealousy spawning from a fear he understood in the darker woman. She had already witnessed and lost this struggle of a beloved with another. She didn’t want to lose him. There was an unacknowledged realization in him that if she found out about the love he had for X’yrin, she might be crushed. He didn’t want to lose her either.

So he would love in secret and hurt the beloved golden woman on top of him now, or love outright and hurt the other. He suddenly felt selfish for this choice to be left to him. But X’yrin seemed entirely uninterested in even her meaningfully painful words as she pressed against him. Had her muzzle not been buried in his neck she would have seen it. But her disregard for the pain he though it caused her was a deterrent for him to feel anything but her either in that moment. Her breath was warm on his neck and having her so close made the power of her hormones as they beckoned, inescapable. Until that moment, he’d had all of himself concentrated on emotions that came with thought and meaningful feeling. Now that was melting away rather quickly, replaced by the beast in him that only the golden woman seemed to be able to conjure.

It started with her disregard for the words of cultured minds and intensified with the feral expression she wore upon feeling his weakness. The beast scolded him angrily for revealing it and cared little for the petty trust he had for the other. He fought back, trying to assure himself that there was no need for this. Both minds were distracted when the women chose to shift her position, leaving the whole of her that instinct prized perfectly placed over his hips. A complacent growl rumbled from him and his free hand found its way down to the firm muscle under her tail, running his claws through the fur so they might softly graze warm flesh.

Both sound and movement came to a sudden halt with firm pain. His previously deep and generous breaths winced into shallow and quick bouts of air. The claw that had guided hers to that point in trust now took firm hold of her wrist in defense, unable to pull it away for fear of further and far more intense pain should she give a more than firm push to his injury. The free hand which had been teasing her fur before sunk lower onto the back of her thigh and dug its claws into flesh. A sort of counter measure. But, even if he pierced the warm skin and drew her sweet blood, she still had more power with broken bone under her manipulation. As she fingered the mostly healed scratches let by her last claim to him, his expression turned fierce and the white teeth under his obsidian lips showed their slim and razor sharp edges in defiance of her rule.

His growling stopped when the veil of red fell around them. All was suddenly quiet and made the dark words of his female companion seem to radiate from every direction. The labored shallowness of his breath filled the silence for a moment. Then he purposefully pressed into her unforgiving claws and dealt with the pain by only clenched teeth. It was to deny the power she had, to challenge the dominance she now took over him as the beast demanded. His burning blues bore into her amber with a soft growl, How are you to even try?

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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