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The scent of lycan blood still clung to Selene's leathers as she stalked down the dimly lit corridor, her combat boots leaving crimson footprints on the stone floor. Somewhere between snapping that alpha's neck and eviscerating his packmates, she'd torn a gash across her ribs - just deep enough to make her fangs ache with hunger. The compound buzzed with the aftermath of her solo mission, distant shouts echoing through ventilation shafts, but all she could focus on was the thrumming pulse she sensed behind her bedroom door. Erika. The moment Selene crossed the threshold, her girlfriend's scent - dark roses and gun oil - hit her like a stake to the chest.
Erika barely had time to turn from the weapons rack before Selene had her pinned against the wall, one hand fisted in her dark curls while the other ripped through the buttons of her tailored shirt. "You're filthy," Erika breathed, but her hips were already arching into Selene's thigh, the damp heat between her legs betraying her. Selene growled against her throat, tasting salt and the metallic tang of her own wounds - then bit down hard enough to draw blood. Erika gasped, her nails scoring down Selene's back as the first shudder wracked through her.
Clothes tore under Selene's grasping hands, fabric giving way to pale skin marred by old battle scars. She dragged Erika to the bed by her hair, relishing the way her lover bared her fangs in challenge - a challenge Selene answered by shoving her face-first into the sheets and sinking her teeth into the curve of Erika's ass. The scream that followed was half pain, half want, and Selene lapped at the blood welling from the mark as her fingers plunged between Erika's thighs.
"Fuck--!" Erika's curse dissolved into a moan as Selene twisted her wrist, calloused fingers working in ruthless rhythm. The scent of her arousal flooded the room, thick as the lycan gore still drying on Selene's armor. She could feel Erika's muscles clenching around her, could hear the wet slap of skin on skin whenever she withdrew just to slam back in, but it wasn't enough. Not when her own need burned like a brand low in her gut. Selene wrenched Erika's head back by her hair, licking a stripe up her throat. "Turn over," she snarled. "I want to watch you cum while I taste you."
Erika's laugh was ragged as she obeyed, her thighs already slick when Selene dragged her to the edge of the bed. The first lick drew a broken noise from Erika's throat - then Selene's tongue was inside her, fucking her in shallow thrusts while her thumbs pressed bruises into hipbones. Blood smeared across Erika's stomach where Selene's wounds had reopened, painting them both in streaks of crimson as the bedframe rattled against the wall. Somewhere downstairs, a glass shattered - someone had heard them - but Selene only dug her claws deeper into Erika's flesh, drinking her in as the first orgasm tore through her lover's body.
Selene didn't let her come down. She pinned Erika's writhing form with one forearm across her waist, her other hand sliding up to fist in dark curls again. "Again," she demanded, her voice rough with hunger, and when Erika whimpered, Selene bit the inside of her thigh hard enough to taste fresh copper. The vibration of Erika's scream against her lips was better than any kill, better than the adrenaline still singing in her veins from the hunt. She could feel Erika's muscles fluttering around her tongue, could smell the sharp tang of her desperation as another climax built - but Selene pulled back just to watch her lover unravel.
"Look at you," Selene snarled, dragging a claw down Erika's sternum as the other woman thrashed. "All this for me." Her hand slid between them, fingers glistening as she pressed two inside Erika's mouth, making her taste herself. Erika's fangs grazed her knuckles in warning, but her tongue curled around Selene's fingers with a hunger that mirrored her own. The next thrust of Selene's hand was brutal, her palm grinding against Erika's clit with every stroke until the bedpost cracked against the wall.
Somewhere in the mansion, a voice called out Selene's name - but she didn't care. Not when Erika was arching off the mattress, her fangs bared in a silent scream as Selene fucked her through a third climax. Blood dripped from where their bodies met, from Selene's split lip where Erika had bitten her, from the half-healed gashes on her ribs. She could feel Erika's pulse rabbiting against her tongue when she bit down on her collarbone, could feel the way her cunt clenched around Selene's fingers like it was trying to keep them there forever. "Mine," Selene growled against sweat-slick skin.
Erika's answering snarl was pure defiance even as she came again, her hips stuttering against Selene's hand. "Prove it," she gasped, her nails raking down Selene's back hard enough to draw fresh blood. The challenge lit a fire in Selene's gut hotter than any battle-lust. She flipped Erika onto her stomach with a snarl, yanking her up onto her knees with a fist in her hair. The first thrust of her cock - still slick with Erika's cum - punched a ragged moan from her lover's throat, the sound muffled by the sheets Erika had bitten down on. Selene set a punishing pace from the start, her hips slamming home with every stroke until the headboard cracked against the wall.
Blood smeared between them where Selene's wounds had reopened, painting Erika's back in crimson streaks as she fucked her. She could feel Erika's muscles clenching around her, could hear the wet slap of skin on skin whenever she withdrew just to slam back in, but it wasn't enough. Not when her own need burned like a brand low in her gut. Selene wrenched Erika's head back by her hair, licking a stripe up her throat. "Say it," she snarled, her fangs grazing Erika's pulse point.
Erika's laugh was ragged as she obeyed, her voice broken by another thrust. "Yours," she gasped, her thighs already slick when Selene dragged her to the edge of the bed. The words sent a shudder through Selene's body, her grip tightening on Erika's hips as she fucked her harder. Blood dripped from where their bodies met, from Selene's split lip where Erika had bitten her, from the half-healed gashes on her ribs.
Later, when the adrenaline had burned out and the blood had dried in sticky streaks across their skin, they lay tangled in the wreckage of sheets. Selene traced the fresh bite marks on Erika's throat with her tongue, her movements slow now where they'd been frantic before. Erika's fingers carded through Selene's hair, her breathing still uneven as she turned her head to catch Selene's lips in a kiss that tasted like iron and exhaustion.
The room reeked of sex and violence, the bedframe splintered from where they'd slammed against it, but neither moved to clean up. Selene's thigh was still wedged between Erika's legs, her skin sticky with sweat and cum as Erika shifted closer with a contented sigh. Somewhere beneath the scent of their coupling, Selene could still smell lycan blood - could still feel the ghost of her kills clinging to her - but here, with Erika's teeth grazing her bottom lip, it all faded into background noise.
Erika's hand slid down Selene's back, her nails catching on the half-healed wounds there, but this time it wasn't a challenge - just possession. Selene growled low in her throat anyway, rolling them over so she could pin Erika beneath her again, their legs slotting together like they'd been made to fit. The kiss deepened, slower now but no less hungry, their fangs catching on lips swollen from biting.
A knock at the door shattered the quiet - three sharp raps that meant urgent coven business. Selene snarled against Erika's mouth, her grip tightening convulsively around her lover's wrist. "Ignore it," Erika murmured, her thigh hitching higher around Selene's hip, her other hand already sliding between them again despite how spent they both should be.
Selene could hear the rapid pulse of the vampire outside the door, smell the anxiety rolling off him in waves. He'd be stupid to enter uninvited - not when the scent of sex and violence still hung thick in the air, not when Selene's claws were already extending at the interruption. Erika's laugh was dark as she licked a stripe up Selene's throat, her teeth scraping over the marks she'd left earlier. "Let them wait," she whispered.
Down the hall, the footsteps retreated hastily, the would-be messenger wisely choosing self-preservation over whatever news he'd been sent to deliver. Selene's lips curled in satisfaction as she rolled her hips against Erika's, drawing out a breathy moan. The lycans could wait. The coven could wait. Right now, there was only the heat of Erika's body beneath hers, the way her fangs pressed insistently against Selene's shoulder - a promise of more bruises, more blood, more of everything.
The end