The Beast
“Vilkas!?” Sonin felt her blood run cold. She had been caught.
“I heard you yelling,” his nostrils flared at the smells in the room. “Damn it woman.” Vilkas crossed the room to her and drug her out of the Jarl’s quarters by the wrist.
Ulfric moved to grab his axe to defend her but she stopped him, “No it’s okay!”
Vilkas hauled her to the room the Jarl let her stay in, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Vilkas asked, inspecting the faint bruises on her chest and neck.
“I-he-,” she struggled to find the right words, “It happened so fast.”
“It did, did it?” He scowled at her, “It seems every time I leave you, you find someone new to lay with.”
“Don’t look at me like that. I got caught up in the heat of the moment. I don’t have some deep connection with Ulfric. It’s just sex. Physical,” She defended.
“Just sex?” Vilkas pulled her in close to him, his grip like vice on her arms, “Is that what it is with me? With Farkas?”
“No,” Sonin put her hands against his chest in a failing effort to put distance between them.
He gripped tighter. His fingernails dug into her flesh, elongated from his losing battle with his inner beast, “I don’t believe you.”
Sonin scoffed, “And why not? I have no love for the Jarl. I love you and Farkas.”
“And your house carl?” He questioned.
“Yes,” she admitted to the both of them.
A growl escaped Vilkas’ throat, “I’m tired of having to share your affection.”
“I’m sorry Vilkas. I just have so many mixed feelings. It’s all so confusing,” Sonin tried to explain.
“I don’t want your apology,” he flashed inhuman sharp teeth, “I just want you to myself.”
Before Sonin could reply, his lips crashed into hers. The kiss was all tongue and teeth as Sonin tried to pull away at first, but gave when his grip wouldn’t budge. He snaked a hand to her hair, which was spilled from its style. He gripped it hard and yanked it back, exposing her vulnerable flesh to him.
“Ulfric isn’t allowed to mark you like this,” he declared and bit on top of the small hickies that Ulfric left, “No one but me.”
Sonin whimpered a bit as he pressed his teeth to each and every mark that the Jarl had made. She was too frightened to try and stop his assault. Sonin had pushed Vilkas one too many times and now his wolf had control. His eyes were glazed over gold when she stole a peek.
Vilkas was moving her to the bed now, his legs forcing hers back as he pressed his weight into her. Sonin stumbled onto the mattress when she hit the frame, Vilkas letting her go. She watched the battle for control on his face. His eyes shifting back and forth from gold to silver and his gaze stuck on her. His chest heaved at the excretion before the conflict was settled.
With gold eyes, Vilkas pounced on her. He kissed at her lips and moved down her neck to her breasts. He pawed them both and moved his lips between the two of them. Sonin couldn’t help but moan in her overstimulated state. It was too much, too fast. Her body betrayed her. Vilkas, or his beast as it were, took the sounds as pleasure. He nudged her legs apart with his knees and freed himself from his trousers. His tip leaked with pre-cum, finding no resistance as he pressed it into her.
His thrusts were animalistic, another sign that told Sonin Vilkas was no longer in the room. She knew her Vilkas would never be so rough with her unless she asked for it. Sonin willed her now tense body to relax, hoping it would be over soon. It would do her no good to fight him back since there was no ‘him’ to fight.
Sonin closed her eyes and let herself get lost within the sounds of their bodies clashing. She didn’t want to see his body continue changing. The fur growing on his arms was enough. Vilkas ran his nails into her soft flesh, his grip as uneven as his thrusts. It was over as short as it began.
She allowed herself to open her eyes once again, seeing a frightened Vilkas. His eyes were going back to their normal silver tone and the fur receding. Sonin sat herself up on the bed, no longer feeling threatened. Her body groaned in protest. Vilkas cringed at the grimace on her features as she moved.
“Sonin- I,” he looked down at his hands, her blood coating his sharpened fingernails, “I didn’t-I couldn’t…” Vilkas couldn’t find the words for his confusion and disgust with himself.
“I know Vil,” Sonin gave him a weak smile, “It's okay. I’m okay. I know you lost control. It wasn’t you doing that.”
“I should have had control,” Vilkas snapped at himself, “I would never hurt you. I just- seeing you like that with him just made me lose it. I wanted to kill him. The scents were overwhelming. Sonin I swear to you, I didn’t mean to do that to you.”
“I know. I think it best if you had some time to collect yourself. I’m going to freshen up and see the others. You can stay here,” Sonin carefully stood on sore legs.
“You should have attacked me. Stopped me. Shouted. Anything would have been better than letting me do that to you, my love,” he stepped closer to her for an embrace.
Sonin couldn’t stop herself from flinching, “It’s okay,” she cast her hands up defensively, “Or at least it will be. Just give me some time. I know that wasn’t you Vilkas.”
“Alright,” his eyes grew teary, “I’m sorry. If there is anything I can do-”
“No,” Sonin held up a hand, “You just need to work on yourself. I will be fine.”
With that, Sonin left for Ulfric’s quarters to wash up before heading out again.
…
“I’m going to kill him,” Farkas growled, voice low so Argis wouldn’t hear from outside the door.
“No you’re not,” Sonin put her hands reassuringly on his broad chest, “He lost control. It’s not the first time either of you has around me. I know the danger of keeping werewolves in my company.”
“I never forced myself on you when I lost control,” he countered, “I’m going to tear-”
“No!” Sonin used her thu’um to force Farkas to sit back down, “I’m not angry with him. We’re both victims in this. You should have seen his face when he came to. He’s punishing himself enough.”
“Alright,” Farkas started to calm down, “I don’t want you alone around him. Not safe.”
“I know. I won’t,” Sonin replied.
“Are your injuries…?” He choked up before finishing the question.
“I healed them up. They were minor,” Sonin understood all the same, “I’m going to let Argis back in, so not a word of this.”
Farkas nodded and watched her move to unlock the door. They were back in the inn, Sonin deciding it best to not be around Ulfric or Vilkas for a while. Argis was happy to see her, especially in the fine gown and coat she wore, but he could tell something wrong happened. Sonin had been evading his questions about Ulfric and Vilkas. He knew his place though and didn’t force the matter.
“I hope you and Farkas have been playing nice,” Sonin teased them.
“You could say that,” Argis replied, pulling her into an embrace.
“What do you two say to dinner? What would you like?” Sonin asked.
“Mead,” Farkas replied.
“You need more than drink,” She responded with a hand on her hip. Farkas just shrugged. “Argis?”
“I second mead,” he smirked as he spoke.
“Oh I know!” Sonin exclaimed, “I heard the food in the Grey Quarter is actually good, but the Nords here hate the elves so they don’t try it. The New Gnisis Cornerclub, I believe.”
“Should we wait for Vilkas?” Argis questioned.
“No. It’ll just be the three of us for now,” Sonin offered a smile as she led the way to the Grey Quarter.