Your Mouth Is Poison || Gemma & Raleigh
Being confronted like this was the last thing Raleigh wanted, especially by someone like Gemma. As if it wasn't bad enough that he actually felt guilty for what had happened on the moon, was trying to come up with some way to make it up to Misha when he knew it wasn't possible, now this witch thought she could yell at him for it? The threat of fire made him snarl, lips pulling back from his teeth, fangs dropping. He flung himself at her, grabbing for her arms to pin them back against whatever surface they landed against.
He couldn't bite her, he knew that, but he wanted do, despite knowing that her blood would burn like acid, despite knowing that it would slink, leaden through his veins and paralyze him. He wanted to bite her, again, and again, to sink his teeth into the pale column of her throat and make her scream. He settled for snarling again, showing his fangs.
"You do not get to tell me what to do, little witch."