A Toxic Wildfire

"I love you, my female." Faint whispers of ample adoration tickle my ear as I continue to stir the stewing pot of fresh chicken curry. I giggle fondly my cheeks burning with a shyness as Cronus nuzzles my neck from behind his arms delicately wound around my waist, he pulls my scent deep into his lungs a satisfied moan humming from deep within his belly as it settles.

"Oh, do you now?" I ask with a playful tilt of my head as I bow down to boost the heat, it needs to boil more for the flavors of the chicken and spices to make love and produce something mouth- watering.

My mom packed these spices for me with love and had them delivered to me last week as I cannot find them here on these lands. These spices have been naturally grown by Lunas and females for generations, and my mom continues this tradition, which would be soon followed by Avi's female and myself.

I would grow them here but I do not have the time to start from scratch I am always training during mornings and evenings I spend my time with the pack and the pups bonding with them and creating new memories. I barely have time for myself; how am I meant to take care of plants?

"Yes, I love you very very much. My heart is consumed by-"

"I know, I know! You tell me this numerous times every day, Cronus. You can stop now." I smile cheerfully as I bring the spoon up to my mouth to taste the curry. I am following my mom's recipe which has been passed down to me I need to make sure it is made perfectly for I truly miss it. I miss her home-cooked meals and the indestructible link it formed with me and my roots.

Here in our pack it has been and still is quite challenging for me to acclimate to the cooking I find that it lacks flavor and tend to sneak into the kitchen to quickly pour in a couple more ingredients before it is served.

I am not a chef or anything, and neither is cooking my passion, but I do like being in the kitchen every now and then. It makes me feel feminine, and watching Cronus gobble up the traditional dishes I make melts my heart. He is a big eater, and it makes me content watching him eat.

No wolf in this household can consume spicy food like me, though neither Cronus nor his parents. They cannot handle it no matter how little I add the spice. It is quite humorous observing my male persevering to keep a smile on his face throughout his meal, how his cheeks turn a bright red, how he starts sweating, and how his hands quiver to reach for the water. I like to pretend I am not aware of his lack of strength towards spicy food just to encourage him, but sometimes it is a devilish pleasure to tease him.

That is when he relentlessly chases me around the house, and I make fun of him for his inability to swallow spice. His lips extend into a sly smirk, his teeth displayed in play as he snarls and lunges over the table. He did this many times, causing me to run for my life around our home. He has never once caught me, though I am unsure if it is intentional or not for this game he adores quite a lot. It is more of our game. We often play it as a wicked game of chase. Sometimes, it carries innocence and other times; it holds cheeky temptations.

He likes to watch the way my ass cheeks jiggle when I run away from him, and so even though he can catch me with ease in just a couple of seconds, he slows down, allowing me to run in front of him just so he can watch. He says it tantalizes him with a vigorous passion and that when he lays with me at night, all he can imagine is gripping them with a harshness as he ruthlessly fucks me from behind.

He says he cannot wait to see me in that position underneath him like that on all fours, whimpering and moaning to him for more. He is much more honest and open with me now in terms of what kind of filth shrouds his mind in sin; now that our hearts have been bared to each other, so have our minds.

It has been undeniably tough to keep our hands off each other. We have been truly trying to remain honourable, even going to the bitter task of sleeping in separate rooms, and it has never worked. When the moon is high and the night is cold enough for the blood to freeze within my veins, I am always the one to cross the distance between us to pick myself up and shuffle back into the embracing warmth of our room.

He would always instantly awaken at my presence no matter how soundly he was resting with his gleaming greens, groggy and filled with sleep. He would welcome me with a wholesomeness, for he has gotten inured to the shadow of my being invading his space. I would peer up at him from beneath my lashes, a skittish look on my face, scared that he would be displeased with me, for we were sleeping in separate rooms for a reason, and the number of times I have gone against this is numerous. How am I meant to be a Luna if I cannot even be strong enough to follow such a simple rule made to assist my male and me?

But Cronus always welcomed me; he would beam warmly at me and open his arms wide for me to cuddle into. Both of us sighed in contentment as he nuzzled into my neck with his arms wound around my waist with a needy tightness. It was arduous enough for us to remain untouched by the other, yet sleeping away from each other wrecked us from within.

I have nightmares when he is not asleep next to me; the room I lay alone in seems so large and dark it is also quite nippy. My body shivers uncontrollably on the bedding no matter how many blankets I am nestled underneath.

The truth is we have gotten accustomed to the warmth and scent of each other infiltrating our senses when our bodies rest, and it is hard being without one another. And so I have stopped teasing him I stopped wearing revealing nightwear and I have stopped intentionally brushing my intimate areas against his flesh.

As much as I would like to seduce him and see that tormented rage in his orbs spreading down his flesh like *a toxic wildfire*, I do not wish to make it harder for him or me.