Thread: ▬▬ { PALISADES } ⋮⋮ echo & dogged

Cillian wasn't quite sure what to make of the room other than that it was nothing he'd ever choose for himself. The Champagne room seemed to be the best that Palisades had to offer and in that token, so was Lotus. A small conscience at the back of his mind tried to work through the alcohol induced haze. The warning of impending trouble if he did what he fully intended to do. Just a lap dance in public was harmless, but for a lycan to fuck a human would be the gentlest way to thrall her into becoming like him. Had he been sober, had about a dozen less drinks in him, this wouldn't happen and he most definitely wouldn't be here. But he was three sheets to the wind and there was no stopping an exploding volcano. The best anyone could hope for was to run to safety and let nature take its course. The divan groaned a loud protest under his weight, the wooden legs cracking audibly in warning. Lotus put down that find round ass on his lap and there was only one thing he wanted. Her. The warnings at the back of his mind vanished as the blood fully rushed to the most crucial part of his anatomy for the activity at hand. That lush curvaceous body was made for sex and Lotus was pushing all the right buttons with him. Until she wondered aloud about the scar he sported. When he'd tried to kick out Lana after their mating was declared null, she'd gone at his face in a rage. With a pure silver knife. Luck was on his side that night and he'd managed to just barely evade all but one of her attacks. Silver was the only thing that permanently scarred werewolves. He followed wolf law that females were always higher status than males within a pack. It was deeply ingrained into their lupine psyche to have loyalty to their mate--until they were no longer mated. She'd tried to kill him off several times since then, but he healed up every time. At least Lana hadn't used silver on him again. She'd burned her own hand on it in the attack and she found out a sobering limitation of lycanthropy-silver not only scars forever, it hurts forever. Battle scar from my ex. he muttered to Lotus, unable to lie because he was lycan. It was one of the downsides of being a werewolf that one cannot lie. Her nimble little fingers lifted his shirt to show the scars criss-crossing the rows of rock hard abs. The ragged bits of history were the only thing marring an otherwise perfect physical specimen of manhood. His dusky skin was tanned and well-muscled with the constant exertion of lupine activity. Their kind of lifestyle demanded nothing less than the peak of fitness. Warm? Yeah I guess you could say that.. he answered. Wolves and dogs usually had a body temp of around 101 degrees so it felt much hotter to humans every time. Before he even knew what was happening, his shirt was thrown across the room and she was working on his belt buckle! With all the shifting going on, even Lotus must've heard the divan about to reach its breaking point and suggested they move to the floor instead. Cillian lowered his long, large frame to the pillows and rested on one arm as he watched her with gleaming green eyes. Thankfully, Lotus was conveniently nearly nude so that didn't leave much for him to take off of her. Have you ever had someone my size before? he asked with concern, being as big as he was. It could, at the least, be very daunting for a woman to suddenly try to deal with his massive size, or at the most, outright terrified, refusing to take him on. It was a critical moment she was unfolding with those cool, agile hands and he was uncertain if she'd outright deny him. It had happened before and he fervently hoped he wouldn't be turned away after coming so far.