Shifter Domination Complete Set

Ethan's voice is panicked and guilt-ridden when he blurts, "Shit. I didn't mean to-"

"Just get the fuck out, Ethan," Master Darius bites, at a loss of what to do at the sight of her crying on top of the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but his oversized suit and her tail around herself.

Ethan continues, panicked, "She liked it, alright? I wouldn't- I wouldn't force myself on her. She thought I was you and she liked it."

Master Darius stays in his spot for a second, and then he's holding her in his arms, lifting her up and away from the kitchen counter, strong arms curled around her body to keep her safe and secure. He wraps his fingers around the back of her neck and pulls her face to his neck, letting her scent him and take comfort from his familiar scent. "Shh... It's okay. It's okay," he murmurs, bouncing her in his arms like she's some sort of infant and she kind of hates herself a little because it works.

Her sobs taper off as she is held in the safe confines of his arms, breathing in the scent that is undeniably him and not at all like his brother, who smells just enough like him to convince her.

"I'm sorry," she whispers against his skin. She feels like such a burden.

"Don't apologize, love," he sighs. "My brother is an idiot who's used to taking what he wants without considering the consequences. I should've hidden you better."

She doesn't like that he had to hide her from his own family. Her Master has to go through so much trouble for her and all she knows is how to make it even harder for him.

She sniffles a little as he carries her out of the kitchen, purposefully ignoring his brother as he does.

He has her tucked in her bed in record time, somehow managing do it without lowering her from his grasp. To her surprise, he doesn't leave right after, instead, he climbs under the blankets with her and keeps her face tucked to the nape of his neck, keeping her on his lap as he holds her tight.

It's warm and comforting to be held like this and she can't help but melt into his hold, trusting him to take care of her.

When she feels it the first time, she thinks it must be her mind playing tricks on her, phantom sensation on her skin from where his twin brother - Ethan, had kissed her earlier. "Master Darius?" she whispers tentatively when she feels it again, his tongue against her neck where Ethan had worked love bites onto her skin. It's unmistakably her Master Darius kissing her neck.

"Sorry," he pulls back a little, though he keeps her cradles in his chest, her entire weight on his body as he sits with his back against the headboard. "You smell like him," he says with a hint of disgust.

She wants to tell him that it's impossible. They smell exactly alike. Except if there's anyone who could tell the two of them apart, it would be his own twin. Werewolves have strong olfactory senses, after all.

"Can I- Can I please." His hands are still shaking when he touches her neck and she understand now that it's not just that he feels bad, he feels jealous too, unhappy that someone had touched what belongs to him. Wolves are territorial creatures. It's not surprisingly for him to be so upset that Ethan had marked her as his.

Her breath sticks in her throat. For a second, she thinks of denying him this. It would only make it harder for herself if she were to say yes and let him leave his own mark against her skin, but her traitorous heart is already rejoicing at the idea of having his lips on her. "Okay," she says, soft and afraid, a little excited too.

He lets out a sigh of relief, as though worried that she would deny him, and a second later he has twisted her around the bed, pinning her under the weight of his body with his arms on her shoulders and his mouth on her neck, sucking fresh bruises on her skin with an urgency that surprises her enough to let out a startled gasps.

The fierce pleasure that surges through her veins make it hard to her to breathe, to think of anything beyond how good he feels around her, even the weight of his body against her is comforting, all-encompassing and perfect.

Her back arches as she feels his hips rock against her own, his hardness pushing her upper thigh. His fingers dig into her hips, pinning her down, sharp claws drawing scarlet lines against her porcelain flesh.

Her eyes shoot open, stunned by the sensation of claws on her skin. "Master Darius?" she murmurs, looking down at his half-shifted form. His jaw lifts from her neck, sharp fangs tinted at the tip with blood. "Master Darius," she gasps, surprised to see him lose control of his wolf. She's never seen him in this form before. The low growl from him sends a violent shiver through her and she clutches at the sheets, trying to pull herself away from him.

That earns her a rough growl in response and strong hands seizes her by the waist, yanking her right back underneath him. Sharp teeth sink into her nape and she lets out a shrill scream, unable to hide the pain of his teeth sinking into flesh, deep enough to draw blood and really, really hurt. She struggles in his grip, pushing at his chest to try and get him off her but that only causes him to strengthen his hold on her body, teeth sinking deeper.

She feels him in her bones, and it hurts so much she begins to cry. Heaving sobs rock her body and she collapses on the bed, giving up completely. She knows he's upset that she smells like someone else and it's her fault for being so stupid, but it pains her that he's punishing her like this, that he's punishing her at all. She's been trying her best to be good for him.

"Mas- Master Darius," she whimpers, tears pouring down the sides of her face to wet the sheets beneath her head. His hips grind against her, a low continuous growl vibrating through her bones from where their bodies are connected. He pulls back and a surprisingly gentle tongue licks the blood welling from the fresh teeth marks, soothing the pain with his tongue and then licking up to clean away the tears on her face.

"Shh..." he coos. "You're mine," he rumbles. "Mine, mine, mine."

She closes her eyes as he licks at them, like that's enough to stop her from crying.

Aria doesn't know what to feel. He's never hurt her before and even though she knows logically that he's hurting her now, her mind tries to make excuses for him, make sense of why he's doing it.

"You smell like him," he snarls, teeth sharp and inches from her face, as though he understands her confusion and is trying to explain to her why he's being so rough, why he's biting over the hickey and replacing it with teethmarks like it's an acceptable compromise.

"Master Darius," she breathes, shuddering at the way he's looking at her. He looks more animal than human now, his control over the animal part of him so thin that she doesn't know if he even understands her.

"You're mine," he growls the angry declaration against her skin. "You belong to me."

She knows that, but he doesn't normally says it quite to possessively or look as though he's considering devouring her whole so that no one else can have her.