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[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

She took a step closer to him. Her body slinked closer, her curves winding their way towards his shaking frame. He wasn't in the mood for her little games. He would much rather be back in his dorm, sleeping. But she was enticing him, making his inner beast stir once more. She seemed to think that she understood what lay beneath his surface. That she wasn't here to control it, that she wanted to just let it out, let it come to the surface. Probably for good. He didn't know if he could chance that. Yes, he admittedly had fun back there, but it was a rush of adrenaline that had made it fun. It was a fear of the unknown.

And then she called him out, murmuring that she could see it in his eyes that he liked the beast. Her body took one more step closer, and his body reacted before he could think. His hand flew out to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. He took a breath. What if she was right? What if this wolf was what he needed? He shook his head. This was wrong, it was not what needed to be happening right now! As his anger dissipated to lust again. Don't get him wrong, he was still pissed that she was manipulating him right now. He was just too caught up in all his thoughts and the smell of her. She smelled so sweet....

Hec decided to let all his inhibitions go. It was so unlike him. He supposed it was because he was too tired to fight both Wolf and Maggie. It was too much strain on his already tired body. He let it all out. Literally. His fangs slid from his normal human canines, his eyes wolfed out completely, turning golden. Claws replaced his fingernails, but he kept them out of her way.

All that had physically changed was his teeth, his claws, and his eyes. Other than that, he was the same old muscular and handsome Hector. With an arm still wrapped around her waist, he gazed down at her. She was right, this was amazing. He was being true to himself! But his anger still bubbled inside him, eating away at him, chiding him for releasing his control around this temptress.

"Is this what you wanted? Is this how you wanted it all along? His words came out slightly jumbled, his tongue struggling to make syllabic sounds while fumbling around his fangs. His other hand reached up to tuck a stray bit of hair from her face, his claws just skimming her cheek. She would be amazing to be with. She could make him feel like this all the time. He could finally feel free! But that would mean never getting anywhere in life. He would be an outcast. And he wasn't ready for that.

She clearly wanted to finish what they started earlier, and Wolf was all to eager to please that silent request. Her heart thrummed melodically in her chest, and he wanted to listen to it get faster with every little touch. His mouth slowly kissed hers, his tongue skimming her lips softly. A smile broke out onto his face. His kisses became more passionate as he kissed from her mouth to her collarbone. His hand slid from her waist down to her bum, where he gave it a cheeky squeeze. She would get what she wanted, even though it meant he would forever lose himself.

(ooc: whheeeeeee! we could keep this going for a while! . )

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Victory always was so sweet for Maharet. She liked getting her way more than any one person should. Hector seizing her like he had made her very happy indeed. Maggie watched in awe as his true form was shown. His grip on her was possessive too tight and secure for Maharet to pull away even if she had wanted to. This was what she wanted. No more Mr. Nice Guy, who Maggie held a loathing for. It was wrong for Hector to repress this side of him. First came the fangs, which glistened slightly, catching the light that flickered from the fire that lit this part of the castle. It excited her to know how much damage Hector could do with those.

Sharp golden eyes with the keenness of a wolf, what detail could he see now Maharet wondered. His gaze was piercing making her body buzz under their scrutiny. Last but not least claws took over his nails and as his hand grazed lightly over her cheek, Maggie’s eyes closed enjoying the touch. The wolf in Hector was so enticing making her hypersensitive to his every movement. There was a tingling in her cheek still feeling the presence of his hand though it was long gone.

Her own body responded to the authority that Hector now held. Pressing against him with a desire to be as close as was humanly possible while their clothing was still on. “Yes.” Maharet breathed. It was exactly what she wanted, precisely what she had wanted all along even before she had been told of what he really was. She longed for the dominant force in men and Hector contained more of it being what he was than any typical man would.

The slow kiss was teasing but in a pleasurable way rather than irritating. Maggie placed her hands on his shoulders letting her fingers slip up the back of Hector’s neck before threading into his hair. Her lips meshed to his, kissing back zealously. When he moved down to her collarbone Maharet’s head lolled to the side to give him better access. Her grip on his hair tightened, tugging slightly. Both Maggie’s pulse and her breathing quickened as things advanced. “Much better, isn’t it?” She questioned knowing the answer already but wanted Hector to admit it to himself.

In the back of her mind it did occur to her that she was ruining a perfectly nice guy. But rather than this bothering her it had the opposite effect. Truth was that Maharet wasn’t a good person. She was vindictive, manipulative, cruel, prejudice, and a slew of other supposedly negative traits-so acknowledged by the general public- all hidden behind the sweet girl attitude that Maggie had built up for seven years of her life. What was the point in being that meek person with him now? Calling out the wolf in Hector had been a calculated move. Like in Chess Maggie had to look three moves ahead. She had sacrificed some key pieces to check his King and it was well worth it.

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

Hector wanted to tell her that yes, yes it was much better. But he wasn't entirely sure. All he knew was that it was nice to finally be able let out his wolf. It was nice to not have to hold it back all the time, where it raged inside him and boiled beneath the surface. His hands were all over her. Her hips, her waist, her chest, her neck. His hands lingered there, his thumbs feeling the pulse of life there. Her head lolled back, letting his mouth get better access to her skin.

He growled when her hands reached up around his neck, her fingers twirling in his hair. Her fingers wrapped around his hair, pulling it a little as he kissed her. He growled again, this time a warning growl, letting her know that he was in charge, not she. This was part of what Hector didn't like. Clearly his wolf was a dominant one. Clearly he was feeling the need to be in complete control, and if he lost that control, there was no telling what would happen. He raised his face up to rest cheek to cheek with her. He turned to kiss her cheek and his teeth grazed by her skin once again.

His right hand left her throat to travel back down her body. He held onto her left leg, enjoying the feel of it in his hand. She was exactly what he needed right now. Their bodies were pressed against each other, the heat they were putting off making things hot and sweaty. He raised his hand up a little, playing with the edge of her shirt. They were pressed against the wall in the middle of a corridor, him feeling her up, her loving every minute of it. He smiled, his breath hot on her face. "I could get used to it, if I had some help," he murmured. But inside part of him screamed that no, he could not be getting used to it. He did not want to get used to it, he wanted to get rid of it! But his body was reacting in a completely different way than his mind.

(ooc: whheeeeeee! we could keep this going for a while! . )

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Whenever Maharet got sexual with a boy it was complete expression of self. There was anything about herself that she repressed, which was probably why she wasn’t taking any caution with Hector. For all the ulterior motives that Maggie had there was also one obvious one that she had. She did want this just as much as he did. His touch was electric to her, her skin buzzing in each place that Hector’s hand roamed over. The little bit of dominance that she was putting forth seemed to pale in comparison. This only aroused her more.

That feral growl that emanated from the back of his throat had Maharet sucking in a sharp breath suddenly in desperate need of air. Her grip loosened, hands slipping back down over his shoulders to gently knead the muscles there. She needed to feel him. Hector’s fangs grazed against her cheek during his kiss causing her nails to dig into his shoulder blades. Maggie just wanted more, to have him completely, in every way possible. Her breathing became considerably shallower, pressing her chest against his with every inhalation.

With his hand on her leg Maggie lifted it up rubbing it against him. Back against the wall, hands still strategically placed on his shoulders, Maharet lifted herself up wrapping her legs around his waist- the wall supporting her weight just as much as Hector was. It gave her a slight height advantage. Maggie was more than happy to be the person to help Hector get used to this sort of thing. He shouldn’t have to contain the wolf within and Maggie had just made it her business to make sure that Hector no longer did. “I’ll help.” Maharet voiced running the back of her hand over his cheek before capturing his lower lip between her teeth, pulling gently.