Scenario Post: Something Eternal
Scenario: You get drunk together and share a kiss under the moonlight....
Trigger Warnings: explicit sexual content🌶️, werewolves, yandere behavior
Eirington on the Moor
Alpha Leoric
He sits across from you at the low table.
Lady Madeline is speaking to him, but the wine has made him bold. He doesn't even glance at her.
His eyes remain fixed on you.
There is a tightness to his jaw, a restless tension in the flex and release of his hand upon the table. Alpha Leoric draws in a steadying breath, but the candlelight betrays him. It catches the faint, unnatural glow in his eyes.
No amount of restraint can hide that.
Lady Madeline clears her throat, shifting uncomfortably. "Is everything quite alright, Alpha Leoric?"
"Fine." He answers tightly. But his gaze remains on you.
"Is that so?" She asks. Her frown deepens when she glances at you, then back to him. "You seem...distressed."
"I did not ask you for an assessment of my mental faculties." He responds, voice clipped.
"I did not mean to offend-"
"Quiet." Alpha Leoric swallows thickly, lips stained a dark, wine red. When his gaze drops to your mouth, he wets his lips with a slow drag of his tongue, and the faintest hint of fangs glint in the candlelight. "Lady Madeline, I believe Fiona said she requires your assistance in the kitchens."
Ladeline Madeline's eyes narrow. "I don't recall-"
"Now." His tone makes it clear his words are an order, not a suggestion. After a moment's hesitation, Lady Madeline stiffens, then leaves with a sharp nod.
The moment the door clicks shut, Alpha Leoric's hands are on you. You don't even have time to blink. One breath you are seated, the next he is before you. His hands move with a certainly that makes your heart skip as he gathers you in his arms.
He kisses you with a hunger that almost consumes.
His hands cradle your face. His lips burn hot against yours. He pulls you flush against the long, hard line of his body and pins you to the wall. Shifting, he draws in a ragged breath and sinks his lower body into you, trapping you with his hips and thighs.
You gasp.
His hands feel rough against the softness of your skin. His scent envelops you, thick with arousal and want. You close your eyes against the frission of heat that curls up your spine. His knees part your thighs, and your body sings with anticipation.
He rubs himself against you, pressing his scent into your skin. You shudder at the feel of him, and your vision flashes white. You can feel ever inch of him, the extent of his desire as he bows his head and his fangs scrape your neck. His tongue snakes out, lapping at your throat, right where a bondmark should be. A shaky moan slips past your lips. Heat pools between your thighs as you slide your hands to his chest.
He rasps your name and bows his head, scenting you. Groaning, his eyes flash silver, and his scent thickens. His whole body begins to buzz, a low grade hum that scores his veins.
"Tell me to stop." He breathes, voice hoarse. "Tell me now, you must. Or I shall damn us both." His hands trail across your ribs, down your thighs. His lips are still on you as his fingers begin to unfasten the front of your shirt.
Instead of pushing him away, your fingers dig into his bicep, holding him in place.
You realize in that moment, no matter how much he begs, you cannot deny him.
Not in this.
This wasn't a planned scenario post, still working on the nsfw alphabets <3
