The Defensive

Azalea

I nodded as best I could. So he continued.

"Now I will offer you a little treat so that you can stay conscious enough to listen to me," he said pushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear before walking around to my back.

"The whip I used was laced with wolfsbane, just a small enough amount to sting and to slow your healing, not that you need anything to slow your healing more, do you my pet? That human blood is really slowing things down for. But... I can give you a taste of the pleasures I could bring you," he said kissing the back of my shoulder. He kissed his way down to where the cuts started, the stinging pain of his lips against them giving way to a wierd sense of pleasure as he licked each one. It was sick and it pissed me off, but he was right. I almost moaned as I his cold tongue soothed my hot torn flesh. I growled at him instead. Thankfully my wolf was not feeling receptive to his minstrations.

He laughed as he scraped his teeth against the side of my ne