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She had forsaken the way of her forebears by allowing herself to speak. And though she felt the need was dire, when a gesture alone was not enough to convey the complexities of a thought, still… she wished she hadn’t pleaded for an answer and left their world in silence.
The lust-driven madness began to subside without the climactic end her body craved for. Still her senses remained on high, in-tuned to the pleasurable touches it received in these sinful acts against another’s knowledge. She harbored no guilt, but her conscience demanded she feel something of it. Right or wrong were words made by the circumstances and when only the feelings of ecstasy ravaged her awaiting form, she could make sense of neither of them. Warm breath enveloped her throat and resistance melted away as his treacherous fangs latched onto their prize in a hold of dominance. She hoped for the answer in his actions as she followed willingly the change of their positions and allowed the Alpha to have his reward. Defying his touch was the last notion on her mind, and with a long, wanting groan she welcomed his play, his advance over her writhing form. He wanted her like this… he wanted her as his own and she could… she would gladly give without contest.
Yet the anticipations were high for just a moment before they too ebbed away with the withdrawal of his jaws and with his gentle whine sounding in her ears, their intimate world comprised of their unyielding love and passion came to an untimely end. It was not with anger that she acknowledged this, but with a hurt that only her feral nature could amplify to something other than it needed to be. It was the rejection of one Alpha upon another, that spoke in grandiose volumes that she was not what he desired. And yet her yet knew this was not the case. A word alone could not confirm this, but she knew it just as she knew that at the end of every day, the sun would inevitably rise in the morrow and trusted it wholeheartedly.
Her arms wound gently around him in comfort, solidifying that her love for him still remained. The smile upon her muzzle was slight at best, more for her sake than his but worn with a kind of pain she had seen upon her Shepard’s lips upon the day of her leave. Hopeful, but understanding. A smile of loss laden with the hope of return…
“It is alright,” a capable liar she had never believed herself to be til now, for though she uttered the words she could not bring herself to believe them. But there was a truth she could never stain with a lie, regardless of the front she placed to be strong in the face of hurt. “I love you, Jaden… you, and only you. Nothing will change that.”
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