World of Darkness World of Darkness: Attrition - Meeting the Guys [Mature]

[z-August Turner]

His compliance brought a deep sense of satisfaction. August wasn’t sure he’d like her being on top of him, but his eagerness let her know that he was interested in a full range of sexual positions. She swept her black hair over a shoulder as she straightened up, looking down at him. He gazed back at her, his eyes bright in the darkness. She stretched tall and even leaned back a little, giving him a show.

August paused only a moment to let them feel each other; to let their bodies experience this position in its fullness. Then she started to move, her body doing a little dance over him. His hands were running up her thighs; she caught them with her own and pressed them to her breasts. His fingers immediately found her nipples and began to play with them, gently pinching and rolling them until August’s head fell back in delight. She groaned and changed her angle slightly, stealing away both of their breaths.

His hands snaked behind her back and tugged her forward. August lowered herself toward him, her hips still moving in that primal rhythm. A fist curled in her hair, tilting her head up so that he could nibble at her neck. His stubble rasped against her skin as he kissed his way down to her breasts. When his tongue and lips found her nipple, she gasped his name, her voice shaking.

[Owns-The-Night]

Strong hands held August's upper body possessively to his hungry mouth as his hips rose to meet hers. A low, unmistakeably Male growl rumbled in Declan's chest, rising and falling in time with the rolling of August's waist muscles as she drove herself down onto him as fast as she could without breaking rhythm. The sheen covering their heated bodies was a faint glow in the dim light filtering through from the lounge, that same heat reflecting from silver eyes and the blue-green gaze that met them.

August's tight, throaty gasps were hot against his skin, a faint keening underlaying them as her body struggled for further release. On his part, Declan was far from capable of rational thought. The growl surged in the werewolf's breast as he rolled over, August still clutched in his arms, and began to thrust as hard as he could into her, his veins flooding with silver fire as she once gave utterance to a series of sweet, shrill, piercing cries.

[z-August Turner]

August didn’t have time to gasp or react as she was rolled underneath Declan again. Her senses were too full of him, her hands were too busy going over his body, and her body was definitely focused on one thing. There was no time or energy for anything other than the sensations that were coming from him – his tongue, his lips, his fingers.

He was rougher than she thought she liked, but she was so far beyond civilized things like sexual preferences that she didn’t notice. Like the night, he owned her, at least in this undomesticated moment; she found herself pressing her palm to his deed name, her nails forming divots in the unmarked skin around that marking. As she came again, his name, the essence of his soul pressed into her hand, until she was sure that she could feel it over her entire body.

She collapsed back against the mattress, her hair flowing out over the pillow as she tried to breathe. Looking up at her partner didn’t help; there was almost nothing human in the man above her. Oh, he still looked human, but the wildness in his eyes belied that perception. For one moment, she wondered if he could hold himself together, or if she’d end up with the Wolfman in her arms. His next thrust tore that thought away, tore all thought away. His head lifted from her breasts and August caught his lips in a hard, untamed kiss.

[Owns-The-Night]

He didn't shift, though his body felt too small for the sensations flooding through it, too puny to take the fire coursing along his nerves. Her skin burned like silver against his, strands of her dark hair clinging to her flushed face and strewn across the white pillow beneath her. Green eyes gazed up at him, wide-eyed with the aftermath of pleasure as reddened, kiss-bruised lips formed his name again in gasping invocation. Delicate hands smoothed up and over Owns-The-Night's chest shoulders, nails digging into his skin as an aftershock of her recent orgasmic release rippled through her body.

A growl heralded what was to come, a second before steel-strong muscles corded under August's hands, the werewolf thrusting deeply into her one final time as he clutched her to him, lips seeking hers with savage intensity that gradually softened, becoming gentler and sweeter as his body worked through it's trembling, pulsing climax. He half-collapsed on top of her, taking most of his weight on his elbows as his head dipped, face pressing into her shoulder, lips kissing the soft ridge of her collarbone as she stroked her fingers through his shaggy, sweat-dampened hair. Eventually he rolled to one side of her, laying on his back and gathering August close to him with an arm around her shoulders. She rested her head on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body and listening to his heartbeat. He silently toyed with her hair, silver eyes gazing up at the ceiling as their breathing steadied. When he spoke it was softly, little more than a whisper underscored with the deep tone of his voice.

"I'm glad you stayed."