Thread: A Wolf's Desire (BurningWillows & Periodical)

Tatiana was unaware of Aubrey's fathers bad habits. All she wanted was the best for her lover, Please Aubrey, there's a fair shot he could have it. And if not him, than you. I only gave my father your family name after all. Just...consider it, for me. Her eyes searched her lover's, looking for some hidden truth there, something to tell her what the redhead was thinking. What she didn't expect was the sudden kiss, the shelf biting into her back behind her as Aubrey pinned her. She was passionate and wild, and Tatiana kissed her back in earnest, just as hungry for her lips as she was for Tati's. As the kisses deepened she almost forgot to breath, wrapped up in her lover. Aubrey's hands explored down her sides to her ass, the only thing covering it being the dress she wore. Heavy clothing was unneeded with any werewolf, their body heat that of a wolf's, which was slightly warmer than a human. Some chose to wear more clothes, and some less. Tatiana had grown accustomed to her dresses, which kept her cool and agile. Her mind turned back to Aubrey as her wrists were pinned, a soft groan leaving her lips, You're fiesty today Aubrey. I love it. She kissed her jawline, hearing her words and moving to kiss her nose, Well I have to go sometime today, but I'll never leave you Aubrey. If we could, I'd run away with you. But I'm sure the guards can outrun two regular wolves any day. She had never not traveled by foot, their wolf forms fast and strong. But even when she had traveled, the guard wolves had always seemed faster, scouting ahead and circling around them. His words only broke her heart further. She was his? She belonged to this prince now. And she had no choice, no say. At least he will allow me a bed to sleep on. The slaver's gave me a cold cave floor. These thoughts ran across her mind as she felt the cuffs come off and sighed, wringing her wrists. Next came the blindfold, making her blink even though it was only candlelight, having not seen light in what felt like days, but had probably only been hours. T-thank you, Aeri whispered as he stepped back and away, watching him pull a shirt on and head towards the door. He had a ruggedly handsome look about him. Tall, muscular, everything one would picture in a prince. Long blonde hair, almost as long as hers, and as he glanced back she glance into his light eyes, caught off guard by the intensity of his stare and his firm look. She bowed her head as he left, waiting several minutes before lifting it and looking around. His bedroom was massive, with more empty space than was probably needed. Barefooted, she stepped lightly over to the bed, running her hands over the thick fur blankets. Had he hunted these himself, or made others acquire them? A lot could be said for a werewolf that hunted for himself, and one that ordered others to hunt. I will sleep here, she whispered, frowning, This is my bed now. And...his. Her skin crawled, the mere thought of being trapped under his body making her revulse. Caught up in her own thoughts, she hadn't heard the door open or someone come in until it slammed shut and she jumped, squealing loudly. Spinning, she came face to face with three women, all wearing clean white tunics that reached almost to their knees, held at their waists with small brown belts. Their hair was all done up in braids down the back of their necks, and to finish off their looks they all wore grey flats. These had to be the nurses. What is that horrible thing, one of them grimaced, Did you sew random fabrics together? Actually my slaver gave it to me before the King bought me, she snapped, crossing her arms, I think maybe I should bathe myself. They all shook their heads and ignored her, dragging her away to the bathroom attached to his bedroom for washing. Within the next half hour she was scrubbed clean, even under her nails and in her ears. Her hair was washed not once but twice, and the bath water had to be changed four times to get rid of the grime. it felt weird to her to be this clean, having grown up in the forest. When they were done they added oils to her water and honey, making her sit in it as they cut and trimmed her unruly hair and shaved her legs and armpits, priming her for the prince. While they were wolves by nature and in thier very soul, werewolves still maintained a level of hygiene and cleanliness. After that they dried her off with thick white towels and then guided her back to the room, to a small table nestled in the corner with a pillow as a seat. On it was a small meal of stew and bread, with nothing else. Eat, one of them ordered pointingly, here, with your status, even eating is seen as a luxury. If the prince wishes to keep you fed he will do so. So enjoy this. Aeri sat down, naked and cold and ate, the maids watching her like Hawks. With her last spoonful they whisked the empty bowl away and made her stand once more, pushing her into the center of the room where she had been cuffed. Stay, they ordered in unison and left, knowing the prince would be back any second. Aeri played with her fingers, looking around at the decor, wishing she could escape this place but knowing she'd never run fast enough.