sword_breaker | Myth!AU

[There's a slight wind to give signs that colder weather was going to hit the city at some point but otherwise the chill didn't faze many much with the sun pouring down rays without any resistance from white wisps streaking across blue. Another busy work day for most people as they packed the sidewalks in order to accomplish whatever the day asked of them to do, some of them heading off towards lunch break even as the afternoon brought along ease in traffic after the rushing around or rather dead still in the morning commutes that always came like clockwork. The towering skyscrapers piercing above while scattered about were busy shops and apartment complexes ranging to the higher end of the spectrum, fortunate for several residents of them being close to where they worked usually.

However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.

To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.

Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.

James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.

He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]

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[A soft pleased noise slipping out as she tilts her head to the side, giving him more room to do as he wants. She sucks in a sharp breath each time teeth dig into her skin.]

Maybe I really do need to invest in a muzzle.

[Simple tease that she couldn't resist. Her free hand occupies itself with tracing the line of his spine.]

I think you'd enjoy that too much.

[He smirks against her throat, hand straying to her side and resting low on her hip.]

Four hours, Valarie.

Hm maybe. Might miss that mouth of yours on me.

[She slowly walks her fingers up his neck before running them through his hair, humming contently. A soft push of her hips against his.]

Heaven forbid if I had gone away for court. Cyril, you'd probably explode with the wait.

Oh? Do go on, some of us have poor imaginations.

[He drags his tongue over her collar, nipping lazily as his hand strays to her lower back. There's an encouraging roll of his hips in response, and though he chuckles against her skin there's a note of seriousness in his tone.]

An alpha doesn't leave their mate's side.

Someone seems to favor my neck the most. Maybe drag it downwards. Find some enjoyment there, who knows.

[Consider the encouragement heeded. Her grinding picking up to a steady yet slow rock. She raises a brow at the tone however.]

I know but they wouldn't be fond of me dragging you along. I'm yours for the rest of the time.

The lower I go, the better it is. Time and patience though.

[But his fingers slip under the hem of her shirt regardless, tracing along the plane of her skin with only the slightest hint of claws.]

And yet if something were to happen while away...ah, but you're capable. Strong.

[He punctures the observation with another bite.]

Fierce.

[Another bite, a bit rougher this time.]

As proud as any shewolf that's ever existed. Fit to lead a pack of your own.

I know, I know. You do enjoy taking your time despite despising it otherwise. Waiting is not your strong suit.

[Her back arches off the bar with a shudder, biting her lip briefly. Look at all of that sweet talk though. Always counteracting that tough wolf display.]

Good thing I know healing then, hm? Besides I have my hands full with an Alpha.

[Closing her eyes once more, she smirks.]

Don't think you'd like it if I had to split my attentions between you, the bar and other wolves.

[The way she moves beneath his fingers is a reward in itself, and he smirks against her skin with a low, pleased noise. His hand skirts farther, brushing up over her stomach slow and possessive. His. She's his. His mate.]

No. Not other wolves. Queen of my pack. Ruling at my side, an equal.

So just the two of us then?

[She gives in and rewards his soft touches with a brief and quiet moan. If things kept up, she'd gladly lose the shirt so one less thing was in the way. Her hands busy themselves with undoing his pants before one slowly slips in. Why should she keep her hands to herself?]

More. I'll build it back up. Rise back to power.

[The noise is a point in his favour though, and he smirks before running his fingers up her body, trailing them over the curve of her breast almost lazily. Her hands on him should be more expected, but he allows a low.noise to slip out anyways, canting his hips into her touch.]

Four hours.

And if I already have a pack of my own? What then, hm?

[She wasn't going to offer another noise so soon after that first one and simply sighs contently while pressing into his touch. Meanwhile her fingers brush along his length before wrapping around it, rubbing the pad of her thumb against the head in gentle circles.]

I don't need anymore reminding, mutt.

Then they're our pack. Ours. Mate.

[The words come hot against her skin, and he leans to bite at the swell of her breast. His hand shifts, claws pressed against the fabric of her top, but he's at least a gentleman enough to delay damage.]

Off.

That's what I figured.

[A sharp breath hisses through clenched teeth but she knows better than to think he would actually harm. Relinquishing her hold for a moment, she eases off her shirt before setting it aside. However her hand slides back to softly stroke him.]

[aThe bite is soothed with a pass of his tongue when he moves back, hand trailing up to tease at a nipple while he works a light mark into her skin.]

You cant tell me you haven't been wanting.

[She cocks her head with a smirk, making her strokes tantalizingly slow in retort.]

Well until recently I was busy with business. This isn't exactly safe for work for rather blatant reasons.

[A tug given to his pants and drawers. Mostly for the sake of giving herself easier handling but it also doesn't hurt to catch a good look downstairs either.]

Business isn't as important. And you have an office.

[There's a smirk in his tone, and rocks his hips into her touch. A point conceeded? Not at all.]

Surely your little animal can take care of the place for an hour or so.

[It's easy enough to step out of his pants, and then he's nudging at her, pinning her to the bar and urging her up.]

This is my livelihood you're dismissing, mutt.

[There's a sharp edge to that statement but it finds its way back to a softer and more affectionate tone. She cares for him but sometimes reminders are necessary.]

You'd take advantage of that far too much. Besides waiting makes it better. Don't have to hide it.

[Her hand slips away to work on her pants but decides to simply follow his coaxing and sit atop a stool. Smirk growing slightly.]

It is.

[He doesn't fight the point though, he wouldn't disrespect her like that. Instead there's a huff of annoyance as her hand is drawn away, but it's soon replaced by keen interest as he watches where it ends up.]

And were you waiting, hm?

[A teasing question, for sure, but worth it. Especially when his hand finds her own and slips into the waist of her pants so that he can rock his fingers against her.]

Glad we're at an understanding.

[If anything, she trusted him to show that much. She kicks off her boots with a soft laugh, taking note of where his interest was at. The fae rolls his hips against the touch, finally letting out another quiet moan for him.]

I...I might've. Worthwhile to wait.

[There's slick beneath his fingers, and it draws a low, echoing groan from him.]

Says you. I've been craving-

[His fingers twitch, slow and purposeful against her.]

Sweet tooth, after all.

[And though it may mean he no longer can pin her, his free hand moves to help start working her pants down.]

[Her breathing hitches at the attention, betraying her further growing want. It was a nice torture that makes her clutch at the bar and rock her hips with soft noises.]

It wasn't hard to tell.

[Shifting, she lifts herself up to aide in the removal before settling down to enjoy once more.]

Starting to make me crave as bad.

[That's a noise that he wants to hear, and for a moment it just brings a toothy smirk to his lips. Patience is something he's not interested in at the moment, however, and so the moment her pants are gone he's biting again, working light marks down her chest, stopping to toy with a nipple before tracing his tongue lower.

No teasing now, it's been too long a wait for that. Instead, his hands slide between her thighs, pushing them apart before his mouth is on her.]

[She hums contently while his mouth roams farther down her body, leaning her head back while her fingers twitch at the bottom of the stool. Later on she'd wear these marks proudly. They were just important as the mark. However she tenses and gasps, trying yet failing to swallow a moan.]

Fuck...

[Were he able to, he'd be smirking. Another point in his favour, and he'll take it. She's hot and salt-slick against his tongue, and four hours of wait seem well worth it to hear her moan. His fingers twitch against her thighs, holding her steady as he works.]

[Good thing about having waited is that she doesn't have to make an attempt at being quiet. Pleased noises slipped off her lips as she winds a hand into his hair.]

Shit yes

[Eyes screwed shut, she rocks her hips slightly.]