Lone Wolf? (Astera and Open)

[Asher Martin]

Asher flicked open the butane lighter and flicked it on before flicking the lid closed over the flame. His tendency to play with knives had turned into a tendency to play with flames. He semi wished he had some sort of fire powers but he was just fine with turning into a wolf during the full moon. He tried not to do it too much...it just felt really weird when he'd wake up naked in the middle of the city...weird how things like that happened. Clicking the lid open and shut several times more Asher growled under his breath and shoved the lighter into his pocket. It had been a while since he had been bored. If he wasnt too busy canoodling with some girl from his side of town he was busy drinking with his wannabe friends at the pub. However tonight more than anything he wanted some fresh conversation.

His post in the alley was abandoned as he sauntered down the sidewalk trying to avoid the drunks sitting in doorways asking for a light. He didnt use his lighter for anyone else but himself. Gritting his teeth Asher pushed past a pub trying to resist the temptation to drink tonight. He wanted to remain clear headed. Finally realizing he wasnt getting anywhere by doing nothing, Asher leaned against a brick wall outside of a closed up shop just in the shadows to the right of a street light. Sliding a lone cigarette out of his pocket Asher lit it up and looked out into the shadows. He enjoyed summer nights. Even on High Street they seemed peaceful and calm. Removing the cigarette from between his lips Asher released a jet of smoke before crushing the burning end out on the bricks and flicking it into the night. There was nothing more boring than boredom.

[Astera]

The pub was called the Cross and the Clam. Astera stood outside the pub with an eyebrow lifted as she studied the name and the picture that advertised the name. What was it with pubs and pictures crudely drawn that made the name a mystery? Perhaps it was to be left up to the imagination of the customers and the townsfolk. The pub was not from her younger days and the rain definitely made identifying the pub's sign a near impossibility. Perhaps the name The Cross and the Clam was a sexual reference to religion or perhaps a nod to modern interpretations of Lewis Carroll's "The Walrus and the Carpenter". Whichever, Astera could care less, as long as the pub had good booze.

Her hand went up to shield her face from the rain that began to patter as she stepped from underneath the neighbor's awning and into the low glow of the pub. A scent caught her as she stepped in, one of that of a male Lycan, and she paused as the door swung closed and she wondered if she had even smelled it at all. It was warm inside and she shook herself of the excess water, instantly aware all eyes were focused on her. It must have been a local pub but when her sapphire eyes flitted across the older gentlemen and one young man she thought it was a gentleman's pub. The scantily clad women on the walls and pictures of women flashing their tits were on a board that showed visitors to the pub. She hoped the men would leave her alone; she was not in the mood to start a fight.

"What'll it be, Miss?" the bartender asked after she had chosen a seat at the end of the bar and draped her coat across the stool next to her.

"Shot of tequila," Astera said. On second thought... "Give me a pint of hard cider, your best. And two shots of tequila."

"If ya gonna be drinkin' ya troubles away, ya'll need to pay in advance," the bartender said.

Astera fished inside her coat pocket. She set down a metal tin that held her home-rolled cigarettes and produced a handful of cash. She set it on the counter and nudged it towards him. "That should be enough to cover the tab and the tip."

The bartender's gaze shifted from the form fitting top she wore to the cash and his eyes widened.

"This is thirty pounds, Miss. Ya must be mistaken."

"No," Astera said, waving for him to take the money. "Trust me, you will be getting your money's worth."

The bartender left to get her drinks which gave Astera time to remove a notepad from her jean pocket and open it to the eleventh page. She crossed off a few names from a list. Her cider and two shot glasses were set on coasters in front of her.

"Not from around here, are ya?"

"Once upon a time I was," she said, not looking up from her task.

"If ya don't mind me sayin'," the bartender said, "it's not often a young lady comes in here askin' for as much to drink as ya do on a rainy evenin'. Ya look a little young for such hard drinkin'."

Astera's pen paused above the notepad. Small talk. This man who appeared to be in his mid-forties with salt and pepper hair was attempting small talk with her.

Bless this poor soul for what he's getting himself into, she thought

Her blue eyes glanced up at his, emotion void from her tone. "I have been drinking longer than your parents have lived combined."

That broke the interest of perhaps bedding her. His eyes lost their flicker, he made a noise in his throat, and his eyes turned from her. She had seen this reaction enough times to expect it. She went back to work and was surprised when the bartender resumed talking.

"Well, ya ain't a Vampire," he said. "On account ya bought these drinks. Unless it's for appearances. Ya must be one of the other ones."

"Lycan," Astera said without shame. Her fingers wrapped around the pint of hard cider and swallowed a mouthful. What the hell, if the guy wanted to talk she was game. She had nothing else to do until dawn. "If you want me to-"

"Nah, nah," the bartender said and waved his hand. "No offense, Miss, not many of us like yar kind, us that know of yar kind, and yar kind, but ya seem decent."

"No offense taken," she said and downed a shot of her tequila. She figured she would need it. "It's not only England that is being overrun with us... 'Immortals', let's say."

"Yes," the bartender nodded. "Running around everywhere ya guys are! Good for nightly business but bad for reputation. Just a few days ago my cousin's place had a Vampire beatin' up on customers and a Lycan was joinin' in the fun. I don't know if ya participate in those kinds of things, Miss, but it's causin' trouble."

"I do participate in the drinking and dancing but I avoid confrontations." Astera drank more of her cider. "I came to England to see how the place has changed. It's been..." She leaned back in her chair as she counted off the years in her head. "Thirty years at least."

"And ya're here by yerself?" he asked and refilled her cider glass. He stood in front of her, his face genuinely interested again. "Don't Lycans travel in packs?"

She nodded. "Packs, clans... I'm rogue, went rogue long ago. I'm here to see other Lycans, yes, to see if they need any jobs done. I do, uh, odd jobs for us 'Immortals', more like offing one of it's causing too much grief. Don't give me that look. It pays well."

"Nice to hear someone is tryin' to keep the peace. Ya thinkin' of startin' ya own pack to do the job ya do?"

Astera's fingers stopped on the cool edge of the second shot glass. There was an idea she had never thought of. But the idea was quickly dismissed. If the rumors were true about the inhabitants of the area they would rather drink and fuck then be a part of a close knit family unit. That was what she heard pack life was suppose to be like.

"It would be a bad idea," Astera said. "We're a stubborn bunch, take it from one who knows."

"And how old are ya, Miss, if ya don't mind my askin'?"

"Old," Astera said and swallowed her tequila then chased it with hard cider. "A little over three hundred years."

The smell of the male was still lingering on her mind... It was the female in her, the female that had not been bred to a fellow Lycan in quite some time. If he came in... poor soul, he would be overrun by her pheromones and if he had not bred himself with a female he might be caught up in hers. If he followed...

A part of her hoped so.

[Asher Martin]

Asher watched with emotionless eyes as the female wolf wandered into his line of sight. They traveled the length of her well sculpted body taking in every aspect, every curve, every dip. A grin spread over his face. Perhaps this was his ticket to an eventful night. The rain started to fall as she quickly ducked past him and into the bar. The bar that was meant normally for just guys. Asher shrugged shifting his weight away from the wall to walk towards the door. He paused for a few moments debating. It was his natural wolf instinct to follow this female into the bar. Not to protect her or know her but the urge to mate. A deep chuckle errupted from his throat as he realized just how hypnotized he had been by the female. Shaking his head clear of lustful thoughts...for the moment...Asher pushed through the door and searched the bar for the dark haired wolf.

Ahhh there she was. On the farthest bar stool. He could tell by her body language that she didn't want to be bothered with petty annoyances such as pick up lines or whistles or even derogatory remarks. Asher didn't do that much anyway. He let his grin cover his face once more as he stepped over to her sitting down on a stool farther away from her. With only a few stools between them Asher was hit full force with her scent. Oh so enticing. Naturally he wanted to take her right there but that was not the norm for someone coming into a bar. Instead Asher caught the bartenders attention and asked her drink. Straight tequila then? What a champ! He grinned and ordered for the bottle. The bartender growled and placed the bottle of Jose Cuervo on the counter along with two shot glasses. Stepping off his stool Asher sauntered over to the girl and placed his offerings in front of her standing so close to her that her shoulder brushed against his chest. Mind if I join you... he whispered warmly in her ear.

[Astera]

It was no surprise to her when he came in, this male. She pretended to ignore him as he approached the bar and asked the bartender what she was drinking, knowing he was focused on her and solely her, and when he came over to her with that coy grin on his face, pickling in his own testosterone and male ego, she continued to pretend she was caught up in her own work until she was ready to speak.

Astera flipped the notepad closed and looked at him, her eyes not moving but absorbing his charms, his scent which was compelling, and the cigarette smoke which alerted her he was a fellow smoker. Their kind were nearly always smokers despite the fact most of them could never get addicted to the nicotine. It was a lingering habit from being human, she supposed, and it helped them connect with a world they were no longer a part of. And this male was dressed nice, which meant one of two things: he either A: Enjoyed looking polished no matter where he went because he was proud of his good looks or B: He was proud of his good looks and was always out looking for a piece of ass and used his charms and good looks to get in the sack.

No matter.

Her own coy smile touched her lips and she sat up in her stool. The dim lights of the bar caught the natural red highlights in her raven hair that spilled over her shoulders and down her back like silk. The shoulder that brushed then nudged his chest when he sat up was bare; the dark top she wore cut off just above her navel, her stomach lean, taut, and muscled. The neck was high on the top like that of a turtle neck, her other shoulder and arm covered in a sleeve.

"I always love formalities," she said while her smile grew on her lips and her sapphire eyes twinkled with mischief. She was not going to be necessarily easy. "Don't you? It was obvious you wanted to meet me when I walked by and when you followed me in here then asked the bartender what I was drinking. But, at least, you're not trying for any cheesy pickup lines or making comments." She motioned for him to sit on the stool, picking up her coat and tossing it onto the stool on the other side of her. "I already paid the bartender for drinks just so you know so until my tab runs out I'm buying."

And Astera picked up the tequila and tossed her head back as well as the liquor.

[Asher Martin]

Asher felt his grin widen as she spoke. Not often that he found such a beauty with brains to match. Women always continually surprised him. Accepting the seat she made for him by moving her jacket he sat tearing his gaze away from her to chuckle. One thing he could see that they already had in common. He realized they both were full of themselves even if that wasn’t what they liked to call it. Well in that case… Asher pulled the half full bottle of Jose Cuervo over to him and lifted it to his mouth. The bartender glared but said nothing. What did he care anyway? Asher was certain he had more than enough to spare and vampires were never nice anyway. Asher reveled in the burning sensation as the alcohol filtered down his throat and settled warmly in the pit of his stomach. Turning back to the girl Asher tapped his fingers lightly on the bar as he studied her once more. Excellent. Sounds like you’ve got me all figured out…you should know then that cheesy pick up lines are not my style he replied lifting a single eyebrow. He could probably peg her personality too. She was the independent type. The lack of other werewolf scent on her made that obvious. She liked to believe that she wasn’t easy but she wouldn’t mind throwing that all away if the right guy came along. Asher wondered if he would be that guy.

Lusty thoughts ran through Asher’s head as he took another swallow from the tequila bottle. The beautiful creature beside him would look rather lovely in his shirt tomorrow morning. If he succeeded. He chuckled aloud as he realized just how taken he was by the scent of her. Silly girl…did she know what she was getting herself into? Is it just me or is your perfume amazing? he leaned in and asked grinning at her. He didn’t want her losing interest in whatever conversation was about to occur. You know as well as me that it’s hard to go against millions of years of natural instinct…you want me just as bad as I want you he said keeping his voice low so only she could hear him. He had a feeling that the bartender wasn’t the only vampire in the bar. Asher resisted the urge to stroke her arm. That was just really creepy and completely unnecessary if he was to accomplish tonight what he truly wanted. Though what he truly wanted was many things. Among them he truly wanted her to just submit. Drop the independent routine for tonight. He wouldn’t think less of her if she let him take her home. He honestly didn’t give a damn if she thought less of him afterwards. He had learned long ago that he couldn’t change people’s feelings. He was living proof of it.

[Astera]

Astera rolled her eyes as his confidence leaked from his pores and the smug look in his eyes only grew as his thoughts easily turned lustful. Her sense of smell was strong, perhaps a bit stronger than his, and she detected the change of pheromones and hormones in him. Her guess was he was picturing her either in lingerie or picturing her with her clothes being ripped off and her on his bed. Of course he could not withstand smelling her - she almost wanted to kick herself for not having mated with another male for some time- but hey... perhaps this was her opportunity. And why not? He did not seem that bad and when she watched him, her chin resting in the palm of her hand, as he drank the tequila in an attempt to impress her or perhaps to encourage her to continue drinking, she knew that he was young... he was confident but something must have happened in his past to cause him to be so bold, to cover his true intentions and true feelings...

It took one to know one.

"You're very young," she said plainly, her eyes half-lidded as her smile grew lazy. She was testing him, pushing the limits. It was the game she played, to see how far she was able to push him... If he was too sensitive in nature than he was not the one for her. If only for a night. His comment about the millions of years of instincts caused her to laugh. That was a pickup line and a horrible one. True, but horrible. "I can tell by your smell and how you carry yourself. You have to be...." Astera leaned closer until her nose was a hair away from his neck and she inhaled delicately then sat back and traced her finger around the rim of the full shot glass. "Fifty years old... seventy but that's pushing it. And wounded, I'm guessing."

[Asher Martin]

Asher knew she was judging him. Wow way to be discreet about it. He frowned slightly. Then again wasn’t he being judgmental by trying to get into her pants? A half smile wedged itself back onto his face at that thought. He was shallow yes but at least he openly admitted to it. What was so wrong with liking women? He lifted an eyebrow as she stated plainly that he was young. He resisted to urge to give a derisive snort. Did she think he didn’t know that? However Asher retained his patience. He was determined to have her even if it was just for one night. He held his breath slightly as she leaned in close to determine his age. It was an accurate guess give or take a few years but he went for precise years nowadays? Wounded? Asher shook his head and took another drink of tequila. She was playing him. That was for sure. Did she want him to make a mistake and did she realize she was making one? Asher was good at games. He caught on fast. Leaning in a little bit but keeping his distance from her Asher lifted his hand and whispered to her behind it. And I could say that you are very old but I was always taught that it’s rude to point out someone’s age…maybe we were taught differently Asher said straightening again.

It was only clear to him that she was older…much older than him, because of the way she so snottily pointed out his youth. I mean really that was a below the belt blow. Still Asher didn’t mind. She was just trying to get him to lose his patience with her though he couldn’t tell if she was actually deciding on sleeping with him or if she was just trying to get rid of him. He could easily imagine a big sign on her forehead that told everyone of the male sex to shove off. As for being wounded…you’ve got me all wrong…those wounds are scars that I have forgotten long ago…and since you so bluntly pointed it out I’m going to guess that you yourself are wounded whether like me or the pain is still fresh he said twirling the bottle of tequila around listening to the roaring sound the glass made on glazed wood. A burst of laughter erupted from a knot of men behind Asher and he turned to see them all look away from him. Were they laughing at him? Asher shook his head. Children…vamps just don’t know when to quit…don’t you agree he asked looking over at her. It took him a second to realize he still didn’t know her name. Was he doomed to never know it?

[Astera]

"I am wounded," she said, her tone matter-of-fact and without an ounce of irritation behind it. It was the truth; there was no denying the truth. "If I wasn't, I would not be available right now, now would I?" She shrugged her bare shoulder, downed the shot, and lifted the Jose Cuervo from him and poured herself a shot then a shot for him. She slid the shot glass over to him. That was a sign she was prepared to hear him out and she was not shoving him away. A token of her appreciation.

"And it may be rude to ask a woman's age but I'm not exactly a woman anymore. I'm... female and the older you are, generally the more powerful you are and the more respect you earn. It has its major pluses but do trust me, it has its tremendous downs. Such as loneliness."

Astera lifted a hand in the air and motioned for the bartender. She ordered a lemon and a lime and when he brought her the wedges, she stuck the lime wedge in her mouth and sucked on it straight. A weird habit of hers but oh well.

"But you're a bit lonely too, correct? After all, if you weren't, you wouldn't be here right this very moment." Astera leaned close to him again, enjoying the way he held his breath when she moved closer. It excited her and the old flames of desire and to play the game of chase spilled over her. "You can't help it... I'm a premium female. A bit of a higher breed... and not mated. It makes for a dangerous cocktail of pheromones."

[Asher Martin]

Asher was a bit taken aback by her total honesty of being wounded. He felt compelled to feel bad for pointing it out when he realized why she was wounded but where would he be in life if he spent all his time feeling bad for girls instead of sleeping with them. He was not a friend he was a lover. He didnt have many of the former. He smiled at her small lecture on ages. Most assuredly there were pluses to being older than others. It was the same reason younger siblings were always jealous of the older ones. First of all more privelages and the more a werewolf grew the stronger he...or she in this matter got. In this case Asher knew he should be paying a little more respect to the girl because she could probably hold her own in a fight and that to be honest was scary. Merciless women were a turn on but ones that could kick his ass scared the crap out of him.

Asher watched her out of the corner of his eye as she sucked on a citrus wedge. He resisted the urge to make a sour face for her. Common to go with shots but just straight made him cringe. Asher downed the shot she had passed him and turned to face her as she attempted to guess just why he was after her. When she was finished Asher had to sigh. Higher bred she might have been but Asher was still her kind whether she liked it or not. She was trying to tease him again. Well I fear that if I wasn't here with you at this moment I would be elsewhere reveling in the embrace of another girl so what does that say about my feelings toward you currently? he asked her aloud though he wouldnt wait for an answer. It says that I'm willing to take the time to get to know you...I mean really get to know you he said grinning coyly at her. And higher breeding has got nothing to do with it...sounds like you might be racist to lower breeds...things might not work out if my breeding has got you in a tizzy...but I'm afraid you are correct once more...I can't help it...I want you...badly he said leaning in as well.

[Astera]

Astera chuckled, not caught off guard or offended by his assumption of her not liking lower breeds.

"The comment towards my dislike to lower breeds is not necessarily true," Astera shrugged, resisting the urge to reach out and cup his face in her hand. "If I really was against lower breeds you wouldn't be sitting right there, in more ways than one. I was pointing out a simple fact. Funny that it's in our instincts to want to mate with females that are of the same or better standards than us when we can't even procreate."

She smiled and then did allow the back of her index finger to brush across his cheek to tease him in an entirely different way. He was interesting to her, to say in the least, and Astera was helplessly finding herself more attracted to him by the second. It must have been her damned weakness for younger wolves who were full of themselves and thought they knew everything... when they had not even lived a second of what she had lived through her last three hundred years.

Her lips brushed his and settled on the corner of his mouth as she murmured, "What are your plans... exactly to do with me? I apologize but I do not have a place to stay, exactly... a flat I am temporarily renting month by month until it is time for me to move on..."

[Asher Martin]

Asher watched her carefully unsure of where he stood with her. He was absolutely sure of where he wanted to stand with her though. Well not necessarily stand. Asher grinned at her rebuttal to his quip about being racist to lower breeds. True. He probably would not have been allowed to even look at her if she really did not like them. As for the having children issue…Asher didn’t care for children. He preferred to have the women without the children but there was the occasional child that made him smile. Having children was not an issue. He figured the only reason that the instinct still remained was because like it or not werewolves were animals just as vampires were animals. Even humans were animals. Whether pulled by love or lust or in his and this girls case, instinct everything had the urge some more than others. Asher was the some. He smiled lightly as she gently stroked his face. Whether he was working on her or she was just teasing things seemed to be going in the right direction. Maybe she was just interested in a one night stand. Asher was semi decent about still keeping friendships between the girls he slept with. There was almost always no hard feelings if they never got serious.

He suppressed the urge to shiver as she brushed her lips over his and whispered. His gentle smile turned into a smirk. Looks like she was finally catching onto his drift. Maybe it was the honesty with her. Some girls liked it when guys were bluntly honest. She was also good at the seducing game he had to admit. Either that or her scent was almost unbearable. It took most of his energy to not explode and take her right there on the bar. That would have been a night to remember. Hmmm you might just have to come home with me if you want to find that out exactly… he said reaching his hand out and placing it high up on her leg. Sure he was cocky but so far that didn’t seem to bother her. Asher didn’t mind that he didn’t know her name. If she wanted to keep that a secret that was fine with him. As long as he got her home soon or left the bar without her. He needed her. Dirty scenes played out in his mind and he tried his best to not smell her but everything was so delicious about her. Baring his teeth at her Asher slid his hand higher up her leg slipping it slightly to the inside. Thank the Lord for women.

[Astera]

Astera smiled, tilting her head in a girlish manner, her silken ebony hair spilling from her shoulders across his legs as she maneuvered herself closer to him. She was enjoying this despite the minor instinct to not bother with him... it was werewolf instincts to be sexual, it just how they worked. They were creatures that worked on emotions, that ran on emotions, and enjoyed their emotions if even momentary. She had plenty of lovers in her past and he was just another passing phase in her life... And it certainly helped the ego that she was still insanely attractive, appearing to not be a day over twenty-one and in the prime of her beauty.

"Just lead the way and I will follow... as long as you don't try anything too funny... though I enjoy the occasional funny business... My name is Astera, by the way," she said in a croon, her sentence ending as her lips brushed his ear and nibbled on it before her lips settled on his cheek then nuzzled into his neck. He smelled wonderful himself... So young, he must have been terribly young, newly bitten... There was something exciting about newly bitten ones of their species.... Always so enticing, so confident... There were times when they made the best lovers.... but also the worst because they tried to play themselves as lovers that they certainly were not.... If he turned out to be one of those, then in the morning she would be gone, and if he was one of those confident wonderful in the sack lovers.... well, she would be in London for a time longer and she would be enjoying his company if he would have her.

She reached out to grab her coat, signaling to the bartender they were to leave. Astera slid on her coat and stood, grasping his hand as it slid into her inner thigh, her muscles flinching and tightening and enjoying in response.

[Asher Martin]

Asher made sure to breathe as she seduced him tenderly. She was great. Perhaps they would get along well tonight. He didnt give her his name yet. He would wait for a minute or two. He didnt like giving his name in public though he would gladly give it to Astera. She was a beautiful thing and he had a hard time keeping his hands from wandering farther up into the small space between her legs. Yes he was that eager. Confident? Yes. Agreed...no funny business he replied as she caught her jacket up into her hands and slipped it on whilst standing all in one fluid motion. His eyes trailed desperately over her frame keeping it to his memory. He would remember her forever now and no doubt she would never forget him or his scent. Or the time he was to show her tonight.

Asher nodded a thanks towards the vamp bartender for his cooperation and the bottle of tequila still half full from his would be exploits of it. Quickly Asher pulled Astera from the bar longing for the night time air to hit his face. Night was beautiful and day had its merits but twilight was always Asher's favorite part of the entire day. It was still raining though the downpour had let up some. They were in for a rainy night he supposed. Remembering swiftly that he still held the hand of his Astera for the night at least, Asher turned on her a gleam of danger and the spark of lust in his eyes. There was no one to be seen on the streets at this time of night and in this ghastly weather. Roughly Asher pushed her into the wall of the bar and pressed his lips firmly against her own. Being forceful would have been a favorite thing of Asher's to do minus the fact that some women didnt like it. He knew Astera must. She was after all a werewolf herself. Almost all of them liked it rough. His hands trailed down the ridge of her sides before slipping under the fabric of her shirt. His mind clouded and he pressed against her hungrily wanting her to himself. Supressing the urge Asher pulled away and grinned. Just had to have a taste of you now... he said lifting his hand to trace the curve of her face.

[Astera]

"Agreed...no funny business."

Astera frowned when he did not return the courtesy of his name. Huh, well, whatever floated his boat. She would have to make up her own name for him. Each male was different in approaching her, many were timid around her because she reeked of dominance... human, wolf, or even the few Vampire lovers she had taken were usually nervous around her or hesitant. She was confident, that was for sure. She knew she was a desirable female, an attractive female, and it delighted her when a male acted confident and was rough with her.

But she would never tolerate a male trying to dominate her without her permission. Never, ever.

He pulled her from the bar with an urgency that made her smirk. The cool outdoors brushed her face then swallowed them as the door closed behind, the rain pattering her face. She was not wearing makeup, she rarely wore makeup, and allowed her eyes to drift blissfully closed as she inhaled the smell of the rain and the wet streets that were alive and thrummed with a life mortals most likely would not be able to see. When he turned, she saw the danger and lust in his eyes. Any inexperienced female would have taken it for true danger, that he was about to attack. He was about to attack but in a different way. Males of their species when gripped with the urge to rut were often forceful and needy, especially if they had not rutted with another female of their kind. With how much lust she saw, she figured he may not have rutted with another.... or if ever, she wondered, knowing he was indeed young. She accepted his shove, her back hitting the wall, and she allowed him to kiss her, playing submissive to excite him further, and at the end of the kiss she returned it, flicking her tongue along his lips. Her hand grabbed the front of his shirt, her body rocking against his and rubbing her hips to his. When he pulled away, her heart racing in her chest and the adrenaline and excitement surging in her veins, she smiled at him.

"Just had to have a taste of you now..."

Astera leaned her face into his hand, her eyes half-lidded, and she crooned to him, "You better hurry and take me to where you want me... otherwise I'll take you right here." A bit of a tease, but a tease males occasionally called her bluff on. And she never let her bluff get called.

[Asher Martin]

ooc: There wasnt really a place to make an apartment or anything so I guess I could just make one up in this post and I dunno how graphic you wanna get so hit me up in a PM or something

Asher grinned despite himself as she got into it clutching at the front of his shirt. He could now say it was a fairly equal attraction. His mind did stop when he realized she said she needed a place to stay. Asher didnt normally like to bring girls to his own apartment let alone have them stay there for more than a night. He supposed it would be alright. He never really was there much anyway seeing how he loved to live the night life. She hadnt asked his name so Asher didnt feel compelled to tell her. If she truly wanted to know she could ask but he figured that felt the same about nights like these. Would they really see eachother after this night? All the same Asher could not deny the lady what she could want. Her words made his heart beat wildly and the blood rushed through his ears making him gasp silently inward. Leaning down more Asher planted his lips against the skin of her neck several times before lifting his lips to her ear. Asher...that is how you should know me he whispered letting his hands snake up her shirt slowly.

Pulling away swiftly and withdrawing his hands from the delightful feeling of her bare skin, Asher pulled her down the street picking up speed. He wanted to keep looking over his shoulder just to make sure she was still there behind him. He couldnt deny his want for her. Asher hadnt met that many other werewolves and for some reason Astera completely intrigued him. Surely she had lovers before but Asher wanted all of her to himself even if it was just for tonight. Perhaps this was one of the perks of losing the one you loved. You felt more like being the opposite of what you were. Shanti had discovered the other side of Asher and it was the horrible side that had ruined things. He wasnt a bad person but his confidence could be considered a drawback. Asher realized now that he was standing in front of the door to his apartment. Hastily he shoved the key into the lock and pushed the door roughly open. He whirled on Astera and kissed her fiercly holding her body close to his. Maybe it was being in his own home or maybe it was her scent all over but Asher couldnt wait any longer.