We Are Both Fighting
Wild eyes. He possesses wild eyes when they kiss my flesh. No, I was not a want rather a pure need. Only I can melt the ice he holds, only I can sate his raw hunger, only I can quench his parched throat...his undying thirst.
His wolf lingers in the background tongue hanging out whilst he pants with thirst. Not for water. But
for me. He salivates drool dripping down his chin. He starves not for raw flesh. But for me. He wants to gobble me up in one bite.
The heat of their eyes burn my flesh and I slide my fingertips across my skin trying to cool it down. His seduction one cannot have power over, especially me. My mouth open I take deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart.
Sweat makes its slow burning path down my chest and his eyes follow its torturous movement downward. A cruel path for him for it taunts him. I am merely an artefact he can see and fantasize over but never to touch and have. His fingers itch and he clenches his palms into trembling fists. His control is slipping away, his title 'the master of control' stripped.
I am torturing Deimos. Every little action of mine seduces him the mate bond tying our ropes together as one trying to push one onto the other. A sick game of seduction it feels content playing. The stronger one shall stand the weak shall fall and put under its spell.
I continue with my training by Cronus's side. The females woo over the male carrying weights bare of his shirt. His muscled pecks that dance to his exertion. They drool over Cronus. He pays no attention to their looks focusing on his morning exercise. He has stayed with us for a few days as promised and I cannot be happier.
I pant at his side pushing my body to the brink for it has grown weak after birthing. It has become tired and I cannot afford it to be frail and fragile. I need to become stronger as I was before so I can protect my male and perhaps even protect myself when needed.
Whilst the females of my pack gape at Cronus the males who arrived with him turn their eyes to me. Some with curiosity and others with... want. Some of their eyes linger on my breasts whilst others on my lips.
I meet the eyes of one peculiar wolf for his gaze is the strongest of all one that hasn't wavered for even a second. Perhaps a warrior with his painted skin he stares without shame his want on open display for all to see. No fear that Deimos might be able to smell him. He only wants to meet with my eyes. He wishes to see if I feel the same for him.
I had been ignoring his gaze for Deimos's was what captured and bounded me. But this male has guts I can give him that. He is not afraid to show his hunger towards me. The feelings that I struck him with as soon as he stepped on my land.
Allowing an annoyed sigh to pass my lips I jump higher above the low height of the jump rope. The warrior's eyes immediately move to my chest and he licks his teeth. He likes it, the bounce of it. It crawls on its knees entrapping the warrior.
I do not understand, there is no male out there who does not fear Deimos, yet this male challenges his authority. Curiosity pools within me scanning his being swiftly I wonder how strong he is? Throwing the jump rope on the floor I grab the towel wiping my sweat dyed skin.
Is he perhaps stronger than Deimos? There is a possibility for this male is bigger than him. Warriors are trained differently, I wonder if he would win if he sparred with Deimos. He could, he might be able to.
Gulping down the water I look towards Cronus who keeps up with his training as if it does not tire him. His eyes are unfocused and empty perhaps he has a lot in his mind. I wonder what he is thinking about? Would he want to talk to me about it? He still hasn't found his mate it must be getting harder to carry the weight of his pack by himself.
"Cron-" I begin to call his name to acquire his attention.
A female's scream tears through the chatter and the wolves scatter startled as prey about to be killed. Cronus stops swiftly eyes quickly sweeping the area inspecting for a potential threat. I search with him trying to find the source. Fights are always bound to happen in a pack, misunderstandings and conflicts are an often cup of tea for us.
Frowning only to find nothing out of place, the sea of wolves forming a circle around the fight covers my view. I squint my eyes further trying to get a comprehensible picture. Wolves push at each other some quickly making way and my path clears.
I gasp to find a predictable situation yet one I hadn't expected. It was not a big deal for me to expect this. Deimos straddles the warrior his claws plunged into his throat tearing through flesh instilled deep. His claws are teasing the warrior's insides. A sign he could kill if he wished but is showing mercy.
Deimos's eyes are on fire and they burn up in flames. His teeth bared he snarls to the warrior. Alpha pheromones ooze out Deimos's pores to saturate the air and it chokes the warrior under him. A lower wolf cannot overpower the pheromones of an Alpha. Only submit.
"Look at my female, again. Thirst over her again. I will castrate you. Do you understand me?" Deimos roars, his wolf peeking from behind the curtain. Not intervening merely supporting.
Cronus's warrior bares his fangs and this further irks Deimos. This warrior has a death wish. The females around me cough and choke holding their throats. Some with tears in their eyes are pushed to kneel for Deimos's pheromones is growing powerful. His rage swipes the area by storm. A thundering storm that flashes from within his eyes and he unleashes its power.
Deimos thrusts his hand into the warrior's mouth twisting the fang that was bared to him. He twists it whilst the warrior barks and gags in torment yet his hands though free are bound to the floor. His entire body is sewn to the ground and he is tied. That is what Deimos's pheromones can do, it makes you immobile. I knew he had this power yet I never saw him use it. He did not wish for any wolf to go through this. It is quite fearful to be the sole aim of its spell.
The warrior's nails dig into the muddy ground as he tries to bear the pain inflicted on him. He looks as though he is about to pass out and so are the wolves gathered except Cronus and me. Deimos's gushing pheromones envelopes us in a cloud of utmost submission. Wolves knees grow week and they fall to the ground head bowed whimpering and whining. The elders struggle to breathe as his wrath is set free.
Deimos plucks the fang from the warrior's mouth with ease the veins that protruded with the pressure he instilled on his arm now easing falling back into place.
"Bare your fangs at me again, I will extract the other one left." Deimos warns the warrior who chokes on his blood pooling into his mouth from the torn upper gum.
"I hope he does not kill him. He is one of my best warriors." Cronus whispers from my side hands folded across his chest whilst he watches the scene unfolding in front of him. He knew. Cronus knew the warrior's gaze upon me but he didn't act for it wasn't his place to do so.
"How did I not see this male when I stayed in your pack?" I question.
"He is not from my pack. He is from another. I required a new warrior so that pack gave him to me to be trained. He is firm and solid but not strong enough I guess." Cronus shakes his head in disapproval of the warrior who is lying in a pool of his blood gushing from his neck and mouth.
"I see." I reply.
"If he is left to bleed like that my warrior will die. Well, I cannot fight with Deimos over this for his punishment is justified. This is why he is merciful for if I were in Deimos's place I would have killed him in one stroke. No warnings would have been given." Cronus says.
"He is not merciful." I scoff looking back to the bleeding warrior. They seem to be having a conversation, Deimos and him. Deimos slaps the warrior's cheek over and over trying to wake him up for his eyes are rolling back into his head and is slowly passing out.
"He is. Compared to how his father was and how he trained him, Deimos is very merciful." Cronus mutters bitterly swallowing harshly as if reminiscing on memories he isn't quite fond of.
Deimos raises from the bleeding warrior and makes a wolf call for the healer. The warrior has lost his senses and lies as if he were truly dead. The fire in Deimos hasn't calmed as he makes a straight unwavering path of heat towards me.
He tells me with his eyes. What's coming I won't be able to stop it. What's coming I won't be able to escape. I am bound under the spell he has cast with his blazing emeralds.
Shivers run down my spine as the ground beneath trembles and shakes under his wrath. Wolves make way for him as he walks with a purpose. A purpose I will soon be aware of.
Cronus straightens next to me his head held high whilst he welcomes Deimos's presence.
"I hope my punishment to your warrior does not cost us any misunderstandings, brother." Deimos utters, to Cronus but his eyes. His eyes meet only mine not taking it away. I have his entire attention.
"No, brother. I understand. You might want to speak with your female. I shall tend to my warrior, I will make sure to punish him from my side." Cronus utters jogging to where the healer checks up on the limp male giving us space which I do not need.
Before I could make a move, his hand flies to grasp my hip bringing him to his chest in one quick pull. I stand still surprised by the sparks that evoke from being touched after a short but feels like...a long time. Once I regain my senses the blurry haze dying my claws extract swiftly puncturing his chest trying to create distance.
"Get your hands off me, Deimos." I snarl. Taking deep breaths to control the fury that wishes to surge. Yet he stands still unlike before unmoving. He was quick to listen to my angered words but not today. Not today.
His fangs elongate it pokes into his mark on the side of my neck. He has lost all reason and merely wishes to sink his fangs into me to claim me as his for all to see once again.
"Don't you dare." I spit grinding my teeth together. "I will make you bleed." A warning.
"You already do so, my female. Every single day. From when I open my eyes in early mornings when we speak during middays to my dreams you haunt in the cold nights."
His hands around me tighten for he is savouring the feeling of me in his arms. Of the unique warmth, I provide him with. Something he has desperately missed. Something he has yearned. He paints me in the blood of the warrior he punished. I sigh in disbelief looking at my newly washed white shirt coated with blood. It will be hard to rinse it out.
"I am stronger." He mutters beneath his breath bringing my attention back to him.
"What?" I question frowning as to where this is coming from for I do not understand.
"I will be stronger than any male who dares to look at you and imagine disgusting things. Despite your hate towards me for my sins, you are my moon blessed and I am yours. I will kill any and every male that feasts on your flesh." He answers the question I had asked myself when I met the warrior's gaze.
"You have no right. No right to be jealous or come at me this way." I grit out.
"You may hate me, Lumina. I shall accept it for the burden I carry is mine alone. But when you question and lose your faith in my like that I'd rather die." He whispers.
He shifts closer snuggling his face into my neck. I struggle to tear through his iron grip on me but the more I move the more he tightens his hold leaving me no way to escape.
"Just for a moment. Just for a moment let me be at home. Let me calm myself and my wolf for I do not wish to do something I might regret. Jealousy burns and I need to kill it. I implore you to allow me this. Let me have this second of peace." He begs his words dying within the nape of my neck. His words meant only for me to hear.
So I stand still awkwardly my hands at my sides, spine leaning backwards as he presses himself to me like a pup who wants nothing but love and attention.
Pressing his nose deeper into my neck he inhales deeply. "You smell like him. Our male. You carry his scent." He smiles a painful smile fighting his wolf for control. It has been long since Deimos set his wolf free always keeping him caged so that he wouldn't get to me. So that he wouldn't bombard my space and leave me uncomfortable.
With a slow deep breath, eyes closed he quickly strips himself away from my flesh. Looking away from me he says, "Forgive me, my female. For holding you when my touch disgusts you." He says barely a whisper as if it pains him even to utter these words.
With a curt nod towards me of respect, he walks ahead without giving the warrior in need of healing another glance disappearing into the trees. My eyes linger on the path he took and into the darkness he surrendered to. My soul mourns him but my mind claps its hands. A war I fight every day within myself. A war he fights on his own as well. We are both fighting.