He had been pacing a long circle path around the clearing of their massive oak tree that they'd called home for some time now. She could hear him mumble something from time to time but never quite loud enough to be heard clearly. Did she do something wrong? She pondered while going about her usual routines afraid to interrupt him when he was obviously in a "mood"... or maybe Beast was acting up again. Her head popped up from what she was doing and she rush to the entrance of her burrow beneath the Oak. Peeking her head out, bunny ears laid back so as not to be seen, she watched his figure travel the wood line of the clearing around their home. "No!" she heard him say just before punching a nearby tree...
Shit... they are arguing again, she thought as she slunk back down into her burrow slowly making her way to the medical supplies. She knew his hands would be healed by the time he come in but something about going through the motions made her feel like she was able to do... Something. She hated when they argued. The instability and uncertainty wracked her anxiety up. She wasn't afraid of him hurting her anymore, those days had past. He'd rather harm himself than lay an angry finger on one hair of her fur... The thought made her smile a moment. So ferocious yet... She sighed audibly, hugging the bandages idly to the memories of his treatments. After a few moments had passed she realized she was rubbing the scar over her chest. "How times have changed..." she whispered as she turned back to the burrows entrance. Again she peeked out... the weather had finally broken into winter. Huge flakes fell softly from the heavens, glistening in the fading sunlight causing her to turn back and fetch a heavy blanket. He may not feel the cold like she does but she needed a reason to interrupt the argument and this seemed to be the perfect alibi. With the confidence of her skeme she walked out of the burrow, her fur lengthening to a protective coat against the cold. The snow had picked up, falling in sheets so thick she could barely make him out against the tree line where he'd finally come to a stop. He felt her... she smiled at the thought. His intuition was incredibly... not infallible but all the same, he seemed to know where she was every moment of the day.
"You're gonna catch a cold." She spoke up as she approached him, holding out the open blanket.
He eyed her but said nothing as he stood with clinched fist, beaten to exposed bone of the knuckles.
Oh... he was in a mood... she lowered the blanket that he didn't move to take and eyed the blood droplets in their stark contrast against the thin layer of snow...
"May I?" She motioned with her eyes to his hands. He stared at her, the turmoil rolling in his eyes made them swirl with darkness. Beast was watching too... shit. Slowly, her confidence shaken about her interruption she moved to take his hand. "Please Master..." she looked from his knuckles to his eyes once again and heard the growl begin. Low... menacing... predatoral... her hand touched his and in the next blink he'd snatched her wrist in a firm grip.
"Run..." Max said, his voice breaking his own fluid word.
"Huh?" Her eyes dart about the woods looking for the intruder.
"RUN!" He demanded, his voice altered into the guttural speech of Beast as his flesh began to expand and turn leathery black. Fangs pushed through and claws extended and she didn't need to be told again. He tossed her arm and spun her around, leaving her the only option of darting into the woods away from him. She heard the sound of bones popping as Beast was coming forth but she didn't look back as she leaned forward in a rush of adrenaline laying on the speed. These woods belonged to them, they knew every tree, every creature that lived within and she weaved through like an experienced animal running from a wolf pack. Never run straight, he'd taught her, shifting her legs to make a sudden bound off in another direction. Use your instincts to feel your surroundings and don't doubt yourself. Use your speed to the advantage... she could hear his direction in her mind just as clear as all the days they trained together. The sudden rush of wind hit her from above and she dove to the side, his claws just missing her. Her heart raced as she sprang off in another direction, snow whirling in a flurry behind her.
"NO LOO BA!" She heard, too late as she slammed into his chest, his massive arms and wings wrapping around her like a boa constrictor, taking them both to a skidding stop on the ground. She looked up into his green eyes, nearly glowing in the thrill of the hunt. "MINE!" He declared in a snarl.
"Your..." her statement cut off by a sudden cold as he released her, leaving her enveloped by the snow beneath them. "BEAST!" She protested, slamming her fist against his thick leathery chest.
He roared with laughter, taking her by the throat to pin her in the snow. Her fur would protect her, but that wasn't the point! She grabbed his wrist and was about to try to break free when he leaned in, his growl vibrating through his chest as his other hand found a path up between her legs, covered in the cold powder that he now used to taunt her clit. The shiver was instinctual to his growl and her moisture melted the snow almost instantly. He forced her legs further apart and drove a frozen finger inside to tease her with. She couldn't help but squirm... where was his heat? The thought was driven from her mind as she felt him shift, his tongue slowly drawing over her clit as his fangs pushed the edges of her flesh. Again the snow was used as a melting toy, being packed inside her, just as quickly to turn to water beneath her lust and his. From one position to the next, he'd use the snow to bring a biting numb that simmered under his rough touch. His body thawing her frozen parts bringing a heightened sensation till her shivers become that of release... She looked back at him, their last position of a low spread doggy over a melted mound of snow... was he purring?... his growl rolled through him, deep and content. Without a word he rose and scooped her into his arms, wrapping his wings around them as he headed back to the Oak. She was worn out, her body a mix of claw marks, fang punctures and nearly frozen popsicle but his heat was back, warming her up as she heard him once again.. "Mine."
This is what they was fighting over, Max unwilling to freeze her, worrying over her flesh. Beast knowing what he wanted and unrelenting in his lust. Boys, she thought. "Yours." She said.
(Sorry it wasn't more graphic but I am at work)