Dead Weather || Lailah&Anton
As her hands roamed over his broad shoulders, Lailah wondered if this was his plan from the start. He, more than anyone, knew a winter storm was coming. Yet as the heavy flakes fell, she and Anton continued their feast of venison, bread, cheese, and wine as if he had nowhere to travel. Soon, the snow was too high and the weather too treacherous even for a nordic wolf to travel in. It was no wonder they ended up like this. Her legs about his waist as she was seated on her dining table, their lips caught in a sensuous clash.
“You knew I wouldn’t be able to help myself didn’t you?” Night asked, breaking the kiss.
Her chest heaved from her loss of breath and her mouth cried to kiss his once more. This was the kind of desire her brethren warned her about. The same sort of lust that corrupted the Grigori. It was dangerous to sink so deeply into her wants, to give in to them without a second thought. But she wouldn’t allow herself to be consumed by it, no. With Anton, things were different. She was attracted to him deeply, but she also cared for him a great deal. He was a friend as well as a lover and her care for him was pure.
“Bring me good meat, get me nice and full...” She laid a kiss on his jaw. “And force me to stay indoors with you while its snowing hell outside.” Lailah grinned. “Snjall úlfur...”