Quiet laughter.

Opening the bedroom door. The Savage is on hands and knees, his nose nudging Elska turning her over from back to front, front to back. She's laughing, so are her brothers as they watch her.

All their laughter stops when I walk out of my bedroom.

"I'm taking a shower." It's hard to look at them. When I try to touch Odin's head, he flinches away from my touch. Ryeson puts his thumb in his mouth. Elska stays silent.

The Savage picks up Elska; there is distrust now in his eyes.

Turning on the water, standing underneath the spray.

A memory washes over my skin. I feel the water on me, but it's on him. She's sitting on the bathroom counter. Watching him wash. His cock is still tender; I can feel the ache of it. "Does it still hurt?" A sly smile on her face. He knows that smile and already he can feel the blood filling up his veins to his shaft. It's been a week since he has been able to touch himself. The finished tattoo is finally healed enough for him to stroke himself again."I love the way it looks," her eyes are on the expanding length of him. Hunger, greed, she licks her lips, swallows. He gets excited when she does this.

He agrees with her, he can't stop looking at his tattooed cock, how much more powerful he feels with all the symbols that have been etched in his canvas of skin. Fertility is what they mean and he is going to fill her with his pups. One after another. She parts her legs, as if on a silent command. A long finger touching herself between her wet folds. I can actually see the sheen on her finger. He watches her, pumping himself. He knows what's going into her mouth to feed her,  after all, it's been more than a week since she's eaten from him. Her mouth waters, her cunt leaks, and his cock grows harder. He thinks she smells of honey when he shuts the water off. They have been feasting on honey from a hive today.

"You'll probably think I'm crazy but I love looking at you when you touch yourself. You're perfect. Everything on you is perfect." He says this as his breathing starts to rise."Do you think so?" Her finger is going through her pussy hair, he thinks it looks downy soft. Full, natural. He wants to run his fingers through it. His cock by now is aching, he's hard, his balls are heavy and he needs to feed her. He always wants her to hold him inside her, constantly. "You are perfect, my mate." Both of them stop. This is significant."But I'm not your true mate." Her eyes are big, lashes blink."To me you are. To me, you're better than a mate." He doesn't lie when he said this to her, he's telling her the truth. That she is better than a mate. The Wild within him bites into his structure but he's good at ignoring his Wild now. He doesn't flinch when there is an outburst within him.

The water covers my tears, my noise is quiet. Squatting down, rocking. Looking at myself, my skin, my hair, even my hair on my sex is nothing compared to what she is able to grow naturally. My line of hair is thin, dark and probably not as soft as her hair is. Even the pout of her sex looks perfect compared to mine.

Cold, the water has turned so cold I can't stand it.

Even the steam has gone from the mirror when stepping out of the shower. Catching a glimpse of myself, I'm not her.

Opening the door, it's just him with Elska on his chest. She's sleeping up at his neck. He won't look at me.

"Where is Odin, and Ryeson?'

"In bed." The Savage's eyes are open. Staring at the ceiling while laying on the couch.

Looking around the house there are no dishes in the sink, the table is clean. Everything is in order except for me. I'm out of order. If I left this world, they would all be better off.

"Who did you love more, me or her?"

Closing his eyes, "you, Bessa."

There is an inability to move.

"Are you ready to talk to me?" His voice is a low pitch of quiet that holds comfortably in my ears.

"I'm seeing it all," a quiver of sound from trembling lips.

Greens find mine.

"No, you're not. You're only seeing what you want to."

"I'm seeing the important things."

"The things you think are important to me, hold no importance anymore. What's import to me is what's in this house. That's what is important to me. You, Odin, Ryeson, Elska. Us." Steady, calm his voice stays strong but quiet for a house full of sleeping pups.

"Our family has been destroyed by me, Bessa. But you keep destroying it by not letting go of things that are dead. Long gone. They are just memories. Things I did before you. I can't go back. How I have begged the Moon to go back to change things." Softly he talks as if I'm a wounded animal.

"I can't love you anymore."

"Then don't love me, but don't stop loving your pups. They have done you no wrong. They suffer for no reason but to have me as their father. It's not fair to them Bessa. Odin-" his voice is tight. "He's become afraid of the inside of our house. Ryeson can't talk anymore and Elska-" A cry slips out from his closing throat, "she needs you." The salt of his tears trails down his face that is etched with deep emotion. A hand comes up to wipe his eyes. It doesn't matter how much he tries to clean his face more tears come. 

An endless stream.

"I'm noting without you, Bessa. Nothing. I don't exist right now." Looking at his face, he's lost more weight. His cheekbones are sharp, his greens dull.

He hurts, I hurt. We both are hurting together.

A snippet of Fluid.

Ghosting fingertips trail lightly over lips.

"You fought well."

His touch pulls away, "I can fight."

"I know." 

"I don't think you do?' Standing he finds his pants, putting them on. 

"You should go,"

"I was planning on going in a few hours, we still have a few hours to share."

"I don't want to share hours with you, Luki. I'm tired of all this." His back faces me, full of my fingerprints that have left their temporary mark. 

"I'm taking another." Raw words gouge the exposed flesh. He wants to hurt me. 

"You don't have anything to say to that?" Now he turns. Dangerous. Golds aren't contained. They want to devastate everything in their path.