#a:bemymuse

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"I missed you."

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      Her features were still contorted, a viscous display of the predator that had burst from her chest and left the angles of her face sharp and accented. Her hair was disheveled, tangles hung over pointed ears and plastered to the edges of her cheeks which had yet to settle from the silent snarl, leaving her nose crinkled and her eyes molten. A low rumble coiled up in Logan’s throat, frothed over her fangs and made a few of the bottles and various ointments littering the bedside table teeter and fall over with the force behind it.

             ”They should have not touched what was mine.”

       Despite her nature in the moment, despite the hostility and the blood of the slaughtered hunters still beneath her finger nails and caked into her hair, her touches were gentle, healing. Even in the right mindset Logan knew little to nothing about what could be done to help Mathis’ wounds, ravaged upon him by the hands of those hunters— all who had suffered grateful for daring to touch something so precious of hers.

       ”You should have been more careful,” Logan growled, binding the vampire’s chest with thick bandages, finally tying them off and pressing down, encouraging him to lay out along the mattress. The clothes he had been wearing were disposed of, the same as her own as she went to shower, her words left for Mathis to stay put. She returned and immediately crawled over him, tugged away the blankets and sheets so that their bodies lay flat, skin to skin. The shift had fallen away, but the feral aspect was still there, buried in the depths of her soften gazed.

       Logan took her time to run her body against Mathis’, marked him with here scent, one that was desperately missing from his pores. She was not satisfied until the mixed smell of them both had settled between them, to which the shewolf finally rolled over and made herself comfortable, arms tangled up around his waist. Finally, quietly she breathed out, her lips ghosting over his chest, “I missed you too.”

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"Be mine."

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       The woman’s grin is wolfish in every sense of the word, in every sense of her nature, and it’s wide and glinting. Her eyes shifted, followed the line of those long fingers as Mathis’ hands caressed the edge of her side, over the swell of her hip and dipped toward those pair of dimples in the small of her back. Logan snapped at the edge of Mathis’ lips with sharpened teeth when she felt that hand smooth around and reach beyond the plump swell of her backside, reached for a slick warmth between her legs. The wolf shifted again, edged down against Mathis’ lap as she gazed into the depths of his eyes as her hands reached down to latch onto his wrists, tugged them away from her body and busied herself with tangling their digits together.

       ”Be yours?” She crooned back at him, canting her head curiously to the side, pooling her dark locks over the soft creamy color of her breasts. She caught the trailing of his gaze there, her grin brightening that much more before she returned those fangs to his skin, this time scraping along the edge of his collar, skating to his shoulder where she bit softly. “I was already under the impression that you were mine,” She dropped her head back and spoke against the shell of his ear, squeezing their hands a little more, “And what is mine is yours.”

       The Beta took one of Mathis’ hands and pressed it to her chest, traced it down until it was moving toward the center, the press of his fingers against her making her mewl, “And I am yours.”

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"Have you seen my pants?"

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      Logan picked her head up from the plump pillows, blinking blearily through the warm haze of the morning sun peaking through the blinds, highlighting all of those dusty specks sifting through the air. The young shewolf rolled back over on the mattress, picking herself up on the heels of her palms to peer over halfheartedly and glimpse underneath the bed. It didn’t really help the search as her eyes were still half-mast, bleary from just waking up. “Mm, did you check the bathroom,” She managed, flopping back down into the sheets, tugging up all the covers to cover the soft line of her bare body. Mathis hardly provided the warmth she craved in the cool beginnings of the morning, but she still wanted the press of that body next to her own. Preferred to tangle up with limbs no matter how chilled than to be buried by her lonesome. “Come back and lay down, another few hours of sleep then I’ll help you find them.” She snaked a hand out of her cocoon and patted the spot beside her, whining, “C’mon~”

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His rugged face travels up the pale curve of her pristine neck, which is traced lightly with sharpened fangs. His large hand rests on the arch of her thigh as his lips brush against her ear and he whispers: "I'd die for you."

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       It’s like a bolt of electricity that shudders down through her skin, the scrape of those teeth making her skin buzz, feeling that cadence of his heart bleating into his veins. The icy gleam of her eyes stuttered to the side, just barely able to catch the shadow of Mathis’ features looming in the edges of her gaze. The dust of his breath against her ear made her swallow, loudly, pressing just a little closer to those lips. A tongue reaches out, just for a second to moisten her lips before she shifted, curling long fingers into the front of Mathis’ shirt. “Don’t say that,” She murmured, searching his face fervently, her brows pinching and leaving wrinkles pressed into the soft skin between her eyes. “It’s not worth it,” She sighs, pressing her fingers against the column of his throat. “I’m not worth something like your life.”