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Moonlight shone brightly on the two sophomores, one of them trained to a tree and the other on the floor. Lying against the trunk Skylar happily sipped at her blood bag, "Don't you think the moon is romantic?"
Liam snarled from behind her, his hands clenching and unclenching as he drew blood with his claws. the wolf had total control... okay maybe a little less than total but not enough to justify Scott and Stiles chaining him to a tree. The metal clinked and rattled as the boy attempted to break free yet with no werewolf strength he wouldn't have much luck, "it would be even more romantic if I wasn't chained up,"
Skylar furrowed her brows in mock contemplation, her lips curling into a sly smile. "You know," she mused, "a lot of people find chains romantic."
Liam scoffed, his jaw tightening as the metal chains rattled with his restless movements. "Yeah, well, I'm not one of them," he shot back, the sharpness of his words softened by the way his gaze lingered on her.
Skylar chuckled, she discarded the empty blood bag with a lazy flick of her wrist, wiping her mouth as she stood. Without hesitation, she closed the distance between them, her body pressing against his leaving a small space in case she had to retract. The air between them thickened, and with a teasing glint in her eyes, she leaned in, brushing her lips gently against his. It was kissing him like this that resulted in Liam being chained up this full moon.
Liam's breath hitched, the chain links clinking as his muscles tensed in frustration. His claws dug into the earth beneath him as he strained to free his hands. Desperation flashed across his face, his voice reduced to a rough whisper. "Please..." His lips puckered, silently begging for another taste.
"I shouldn't even kiss you on any full moon, you remember what happened last time when you had convinced me you had control,"
She wandered over to the tote bag dumped at the side of the jeep.
Reaching into the corduroy bag she retrieved a pack of pork rinds. As she opened the bag the waft of saltiness and fat hit her nostrils, did they always smell that pungent?
