[ even in their little trip back to volsinii that was more than enough for her to press her ear back to the grapevine of the homeland. the discontent that the famiglia wolves had, the shackles or leashes of control the signora had over the famiglie, over the country. she’d never consider her a famiglia wolf again, but she knew there was a truth to, if anything, the wilderness or desolation that she turned to outside the city…
every touch, every nip of teeth has a shiver run harsh down her spine. her ears nearly bend back, a whine nearly rising in her throat; not even exactly from submission, just from… want. the desire of her entire life. she didn’t care about being a famiglia wolf, they were both born into the life, but she only wanted— ]
I’m saying, [ her voice a low snarl, her own hand suddenly fisting into texas’ hair, claws cutting towards her scalp. the other hand going to texas’ shirt to start cutting the threads of her buttons, to start undoing the vest and blouse with careless or deliberate shreds of her claws, ] You ran and you still run from everything. You’re a creature who gets going when the going gets tough! [ it’s accusatory, but it’s the truth. she knows it most of all of anyone in the world, as someone who’d always chased her. ] Real wolves might just fight and bite and tear the throat out of anyone who stands in their way—
You didn’t even do just that. [ that day, back before the fire. she’s over it, she really is, she could think as such but maybe she can’t help it if it’s the most defining moment of her life. just about the most beatific moment she thought she could give texas everything, and then she was rejected.
her clutch into texas’ hair tightens; as much as she wants to bite her neck, she wants, so badly, absolutely everything of texas and from texas. the infatuation that defined her. she’d fantasize of pinning texas down or having texas nip her neck just like this… it’s almost everything she wanted but accepted wouldn’t happen. she could imagine texas sinking her teeth in and her legs tremble with how much she desires just that—but her grip in texas’ hair holds her back from doing just that, yet. ]
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every touch, every nip of teeth has a shiver run harsh down her spine. her ears nearly bend back, a whine nearly rising in her throat; not even exactly from submission, just from… want. the desire of her entire life. she didn’t care about being a famiglia wolf, they were both born into the life, but she only wanted— ]
I’m saying, [ her voice a low snarl, her own hand suddenly fisting into texas’ hair, claws cutting towards her scalp. the other hand going to texas’ shirt to start cutting the threads of her buttons, to start undoing the vest and blouse with careless or deliberate shreds of her claws, ] You ran and you still run from everything. You’re a creature who gets going when the going gets tough! [ it’s accusatory, but it’s the truth. she knows it most of all of anyone in the world, as someone who’d always chased her. ] Real wolves might just fight and bite and tear the throat out of anyone who stands in their way—
You didn’t even do just that. [ that day, back before the fire. she’s over it, she really is, she could think as such but maybe she can’t help it if it’s the most defining moment of her life. just about the most beatific moment she thought she could give texas everything, and then she was rejected.
her clutch into texas’ hair tightens; as much as she wants to bite her neck, she wants, so badly, absolutely everything of texas and from texas. the infatuation that defined her. she’d fantasize of pinning texas down or having texas nip her neck just like this… it’s almost everything she wanted but accepted wouldn’t happen. she could imagine texas sinking her teeth in and her legs tremble with how much she desires just that—but her grip in texas’ hair holds her back from doing just that, yet. ]