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Blade froze at that one barked word then found herself being kissed again in a way that pulled a shocked gasp from her followed by a pleading moan when he pinned her to the wall by the door. By the time he pinned her to the wall, she was returning the kiss while pushing against his hold on her. But she wasn't trying to get loose, she was simply struggling to get loose because he had her pinned.

It was a bit of a backwards argument, but it was what it was. Whenever she was pinned down or tied up, she had to struggle a bit against the bindings just because they were there.

But she found her desire going up several notches when she realized that she couldn't break his hold, that he really was strong enough to put her somewhere and keep her there. That tamed her cat almost instantly.

His growl kept her wolf down for the moment, though he'd have to really put her in her place later if he could.

So the only problem she had now was her demon. She wrapped one leg up and around his hip then used sheer muscle control to wrap the other one around him as well. She was giving as good as she got into the kiss and certainly getting very worked up, if her scent was anything to go by. When he finally let her up for air, all she could do was gasp for air with her head back against the wall and her eyes closed. But that let him see some of what she'd been holding back:

Skin starting to carry a gold tint to it, curves more enhanced, hands carrying black tips that were sharper than any claws, lips carrying a darker hue that was a bit more tempting after that kiss. But when she opened her eyes, it revealed that her brown eyes were carrying a slightly red tint to them that would likely go more crimson if she was pushed any further over.

All of the signs pointed to her demon-side being a throwback to when the demons were first evolving, back when they were simply primal elemental beings that really cared about the basics: Food, shelter, and sex. That was it.

But it showed Wolfe that she had good reason to fear that part of her if it had never been tamed. She could easily kill someone in that form, but be more like a drunk on a Friday night after payday...

All she did right now was try to get regular breathing back. And try not to lean forward for another of those drugging kisses of his. She had no idea that she'd done a partial shift and he was seeing what she could become.

Then she felt his breath on her skin where her shoulder met her neck and she shivered for him, her breath hitching as she felt him pressing into her and pinning her even better. She had no idea where they were going with this but she had no will to resist him right now. Maybe they'd regret it later and not repeat it, but she had to admit that she wanted what he was offering.

So she tilted her head for him, giving him more access to her neck. It wasn't full submission to him, but it was enough to tell his wolf that there was a chance to tame her... Or, at least take her and roll in her scent for a few hours...

By the time he finished with her, he'd managed to force her demon back in her proverbial box well-pleasured and happy. He'd also managed to tame both her animals. Part way through, his wolf receded and allowed the man to take control again. But that didn't stop things from going on.

She didn't know why, but they didn't stop until he'd managed to make her pass out from pleasure alone. Of course, she had a couple of bite marks and some impressive claw marks. And he had a couple of bite marks and some impressive claw marks as well. So they were both marked up enough that they'd probably get funny looks for a few days. And showering was going to be a very stinging experience.

But she was finally laying on the bed on her belly with him on the bed next to her on his back. Somewhere in all of the shenanigans, her hair had come undone and now covered half of the bed in a dark brown wave with the light giving it red and honey-toned highlights.

Her breathing was slowly calming back down as she started coming back to consciousness. She finally opened her brown eyes and saw a wall she didn't recognize and raised her head to look behind her, giving a slight hiss when the bites at her neck and shoulder pulled. He'd really gotten into the biting thing... Not that she was going to complain. Far from it. She hadn't felt this good since...

She frowned when she couldn't remember feeling this good. That meant that he'd even tamed her demon, which had never happened before.

She raised that frown to him but found his eyes closed and considered what she should do now. She'd never done this before, going to bed with a male right after meeting them, so she didn't know what she was supposed to do.

Was she supposed to simply leave before he woke up? Was she supposed to wait for him to wake up and say goodbye/good-day? Was she supposed to just stay here?

Of course, looking past him, she saw something that pretty much answered all of those questions. She wouldn't be leaving without something to wear. A towel, at the very least. He'd effectively shredded her shorts and tanktop. At least her daggers with their sheaths were still intact, even if they were all the way across the room.

She tried to shift a little bit and found that her back pulled a little worse than her neck did. When she tried to think about why, she realized that he'd been more active with the claws than the teeth. So she wasn't going to be wanting to sit down for a day or two. She stopped trying to move and simply laid back down, thinking that she'd move later. When she had help. And access to a shower. She was a little sticky in a few places...

Blade saw the look on his face and knew they were both screwed on the situation they were in. She raised herself up onto her elbows despite the fact that the marks all pulled when she did so, and gave a small pained sound that had nothing to do with the marks he'd given her, the same with the wince she gave, "Crap... From the look on your face, you're as lost as I am right now. I swear that I've never done anything like this before. I knew Anube at least a week before we jumped in the sack," she considered that one a moment then gave a wry look, "Okay, I knew him a week then I went into heat," she amended then lowered her head to rest her forehead on her forearms.

"I have no idea what to do now," she admitted before she raised her head to look at him again and tried to come up with something that would work, "How about this: We clean up, put some clothes on, and take things a day at a time. I'm really not wanting anything permanent right now and I gather that you aren't either, from the look on your face. So we don't do anything permanent. What do you think?" she offered, thinking that it was the best deal they were going to be able to work out.

She tried to sit up but hissed when her a** and thighs protested any movement, so she waited a moment then looked at him with a slightly embarrassed look, "Though I think I'm going to need a little help to get to the shower... Or at least vertical..." she knew she'd have to admit that one since it felt like he'd tried to play Picasso with her a** and thighs.

She wasn't complaining, though. She felt great right now and would heal up by tonight... Although, she had no idea what time it was, so 'tonight' could have many different meanings at the moment.

Great... Now she was babbling inside her own head... What next?! Going into heat early?!

She really needed to go hunting soon... That usually helped with her head...

Blade took his hand and let him help her up off of the bed, though only he could see why she was having such issues at the moment. Honestly, if she shifted, she'd heal up a bit faster. But she didn't want to shift form right now. Her demon was, very thankfully, asleep, for lack of a better word for it. Her cat was feeling lazy. But her wolf knew every time his interest in her spiked and it was getting a bit weird. She didn't say anything though, since he didn't say anything about it.

Instead, she concentrated on carefully walking into the bathroom to the shower that would hold three burly people easily, meaning that there was enough room for the both of them. Her walk was slow, but it was mainly because the marks over her thighs and a** kept pulling when she walked. It was more uncomfortable than painful. Then again, her pain/pleasure signals tended to get confused at the oddest moments...

She could easily guess what he was thinking about as they got into the shower and she started up the water, giving a sharp hiss when the water made most of her skin sting sharply. When she could breathe easily, she spoke, "In your sitting room, probably in one of the chairs or somewhere like that, one of the servants will have guessed your size and provided clothing. There may be a few pieces in the closet as well. Don't know how that happens, but nearly all the closets in this place seem to have clothes already in them. Sometimes it's easily explained by 'former residents', but other times there's no explaining it," she explained to him as she let the water pour over her skin until the stinging wasn't as bad.

Then she stepped out from under the water and let him get under it as she did the bravest thing she could think of right now: she reached for the bathing oils they used on the island. She actually gave a wince over what she was about to do but knew it had to be done. So she simply started cleaning herself up and gave up on breathing until she was completely clean.

At least he couldn't say she was a pansy. It took guts to use the bathing oil that acted like soap but cleaned better and was better environmentally. His was apparently laced with juniper berry oils because it smelled like a woody pine forest when she used it.

When he was wet, they traded places and she rinsed the oils off, idly wondering what the hell his wolf had been carving into her a** that he'd apparently been so intent on. At this rate, she was going to be limping until it healed up unless she shifted form soon. When she turned to rinse the front of her off and moved her hair out of the way, he had an unimpeded view of her a** and the carved image there.

Apparently his wolf had a bit of a sense of humor...

That one took Blade a moment to figure out and when she did, she felt bad for him. At least she remembered what happened when she shifted form. Well, except for her demonic form. That one was... well...

She gave him a shrug of one shoulder as they switched places again and let her rinse the soap/oil off, "Most of it... I think... When my demon takes over, things to get a bit fuzzy for me. So I can sympathize. But I do remember things when I'm in animal form," she paused there to consider how to respond to the red flag waving in his eyes.

She was finally rinsed off and stepped out of the shower to let him finish rinsing off and started to dry off, wincing just a bit as the towel moved over the double-wolf head carved into her upper thigh and a** cheek. She didn't say anything, though, not about that part anyway.

"I can say that you enjoyed yourself. And I enjoyed it as well. You were a perfect dominant, giving just enough pressure over my beasts that they behaved themselves and... and my demon as well... She's calmer than she's been in years..." she admitted to him, blushing the entire time.

She had no problem with nudity. She just had a problem with her demonic side. That one tended to embarrass her on a regular basis these days...

She wrapped her hair in the towel and made sure that there was a clean towel for him, then headed into the bedroom to see what was in the closet. He had clean clothes in the sitting room. She grabbed a long shirt that had to have come from the Renaissance or Victorian era; the blasted thing fell to her knees, had laces at the neck, and had long sleeves. The thing would have fit Wulfric perfectly. On her, it looked like she was wearing 'daddy's' old shirt or something like that.

He was probably going to have to go through the closet later on...

She went into the sitting room and delivered a set of clothes to him in the bathroom then went in search of her daggers.

She'd come here with two of them but could only find one of them. She looked all over the front room then went through the bedroom. She finally found it but it was under the bed and she was having a hard time reaching it.

So he came out of the bathroom with her on her knees beside the bed with her a** in the air while she was trying to reach the last dagger. In the process, the towel had come loose and her hair was spilling over one shoulder. It was almost as comical as it was enticing.

Blade had paused when he lifted the bed but refocused quickly enough to get the dagger. She could claim physical attraction, which was there; but it was more that she'd never seen anyone just lift a bed like that, so it was justifiably distracting.

She finally moved into the front room as he closed the door and noted his look at the trays of food. She had to smile over that one, "The servants here are very efficient. Just leave a note about your preferences and they'll see to it," she said simply as she sat in one of the plush chairs to strap one of her daggers to her thigh, the other one going to her forearm.

That done, she judged the contents on the trays and guessed that they'd been very busy for at least one day, though probably longer. There were two breakfast trays, for example. Either they'd left one for each of them, or they'd been in here through two breakfast cycles. The food was heavy on the protein, too, showing that someone thought they'd been working enough to need the extra...

She wasn't sure about mentioning that just yet, though. Instead, she kept thinking about what he'd said and sympathized with him but knew that he wasn't the type to appreciate sympathy. So she basically left it alone for now. After all, how did one approach that to talk about it? In truth, she had to admit that she felt better than she had in a long time.

Of course, she was also feeling a little unsure by now, though she couldn't say why, exactly. Maybe it was the uncertainty of how long they'd been in here. But it was probably more likely that she was nervous about when she'd go into heat. With not knowing how long they'd been in here, she wasn't sure how long she had before she had to be locked into the room she'd prepared.

So she decided to take the plunge, "Either they simply left a tray for each of us for each meal, or we've been in here for at least two days. Maybe longer. That means I only have a few more days left before I have to be in that room. While my demon is content for now, that won't last for long; not as close as my heat is," she explained to him, keeping her back to him.

She wasn't sure if she could look at him while discussing this subject, mainly because he'd expressed reservations over her plans even though he'd agreed to it. But she felt that it had to be done, that she really didn't have much choice in the whole thing...

Blade frowned over the cold food and kept her brown eyes on the trays instead of looking at him when he offered a possible explanation for the whole thing. But she had to blush as she shook her head in the negative. How to explain it though?

She took in a deep breath and simply said it as it came to her, even though she couldn't look at him as she said it, "Nope. If I'd gone into heat early, with the door open, there would have been more... people in the room when we came out of it... The pheromones would have spread out into the hallway and pulled whoever came into the hallway into the room to join the party," she said as best as she could and hoped that he understood her point.

While he and his wolf quite probably would have been more than enough to sate her heat, with the door wide open there would have been others drawn into the action anyway.

She tucked a lock of wet hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture that she couldn't help as she continued, "It's possible that it was a precursor, but it wasn't the full deal. Besides... I'd be more... sore..." she added and felt like her head was going to explode from the pressure of her blush by now.

There were times that explaining Demonicus physiology was a royal pain in the a**...

After a moment of trying to decide if her head was going to explode or not, she used the trays as an excuse, "Let me get some clothes on and I'll show you where the kitchen is. That way you can get something to eat without having to wait for it to show up," she offered and turned towards the door.

She was hoping, in vain more likely, that she could escape the whole thing without blushing any more. But she knew there would be more questions. There were always more questions...