The Wolfman

Thamus Pov

Thamus returned to bed, eager to have his way with her. However, he did not like to impose himself on women. He would have them beg him to eat them. He needed to sense their desire, a desire that made him insane.

And soon, he'd do anything he wanted because she'd give in to him.

"Are you just going to stand there? It will be quite cold at night," said Thamus, and Winter began to shudder. She took a deep breath, walked to the other side of the bed, and seated herself on the edge.

"Stop acting like a prude. It's just a bed, and I'm not touching you... Unless you want me to," Thamus chuckled when she wrinkled her nose at him.

"I won't," Winter said and glared at him before she plodded into the bed.

"That wasn't too arduous, was it?" Thamus asked and pulled the blanket over her.

Everything was quiet till she realized they were under the same blanket when Thamus accidentally touched her bare skin.

Winter panicked a little and drifted away, but she did not realize how close she was to the edge already, and soon she found herself clutched upon the floor.

"Are you okay?" Thamus asked and peeked his head over the bedstead. Winter sighed.

"Yes. Everything is marvelous."

"I am delighted to hear that," Thamus replied, and Winter rolled her eyes.

She climbed into the bed again, took another blanket that lay placed over her feet, and rolled herself into it.

"This is an interesting tactic," Thamus told while studying Winters moves.

"Yes, and it will at least get your hands away from my skin," replied Winter Snarky, and Thamus shook his head.

The Morning After

Thamus awakened early in the morning, for the sun had not yet risen. He saw that Winter was lying next to him in a peaceful sleep.

He immensely enjoyed her, to be frank.

But Thamus was not a romantic man willing to marry a woman and have a family.

No. Thamus was the ruthless savages and king of the brigades; his warrior respected him as their ruler since he proved his worth of this position.

He hadn't always been the villain who plunged villages and killed the people who didn't surrender to him. But life had been cruel to him, and he gave into the darkness it brought with it.

Thamus opted for wildlife because it was the only thing he could handle after losing his family. He was left broke, broken, and beaten; alone in this world.

Years of theft and looting for survival passed before his path crossed with his former master: Wolfe Gorman - The first of his species; a werewolf.

The old man taught Thamus all he knew.

And soon, Wolfe made Thamus famous and unbeaten in combat, and when the time came, he turned him into a werewolf too.

And Thamus fame soon surrounded the kingdoms and villages, and folklore sang about the black wolf who took what he wanted and fought the demons on his way.

More and more lost souls sought him, and soon he had hundreds of men behind him, crowning him their King.

Years have gone by, and they have taken down kingdom after kingdom, and their number has increased since many of their opponents changed sides during the battles.

They respected him, even more after they saw the beast he could turn himself into.

Thamus got dressed and left his room.

"King Thamus," His men greeted when he approached them in the hall.

"How was the night?" Asked Thamus, and the men beheld themselves.

"It was quiet in the castle, but it was wild outside. The men celebrated the victory, but everything ended in a battle with fifty or so dead men."

"I guess they were all entertained then," Thamus replied, "Send up breakfast, and then we deal with it all later today," he ordered and went back to his room.

"Oh, no!" cried Winter, and seized a blanket to conceal her nearly naked body while changing.

Thamus smirked.

"No need to be timid," he murmured and approached her.

"Get away from me," Winter roared, "You'll see Winter, you say one thing, but your eyes tell me a different story!" Thamus mumbled and leaned down to her ear, "You can just say the magic words, and I will devour your soul," He whispered, and Winter felt the hair rise on her neck.

"What magic words?" She mumbles back, feeling drawn into Thamus energy, "I want you, Thamus!" He whispered and breathed out in her ear, making her tremble and breathing in a short breath.

Winter then inhaled his woody, leathery fragrance and became dazed.

"Whoops," Thamus laughed and grabbed Winter's arms when she almost fell.

But then he could feel his primitive urges take over when he smelled her arouse.

He dropped her arms and turned around, and he left the room in a second, leaving Winter confused on the floor.

Thamus wolf's temper and urges were something he hadn't gained full control over since he had let his wolf wander freely and act on primal instinct for the last five years.

"Your breakfast, Your Highness," His servant announced and showed him the brick in the hall, "I will take it,"

"But Your Highness?"

Thamus looked at him with a stern look, and the servant prostrated himself and hurried to leave.

"What was all this?" Winter said, compounded when Thamus went back inside the room.

"Nothing, forget about it," Thamus muttered, but Winter wasn't someone who let things go easily,

"So you say I should ignore the fact that you shoved me to the ground and then proceed to run out exceptional fast from the room, seconds after you came on to me?" Winter stated, a little suspicious, glaring at Thamus back.

"Yes, princess. That is what you should do."

Winter's eyes widened, "No! I will not let that pass me by? I demand an explanation!" Winter shouted, and then she found herself pushed up against the wall.

Winter's heartbeat was strong in her chest when Thamus held her wrists over her head in a tight grip, and she could feel something tearing at her skin.

His eyes were covered with a black shadow, and his nostrils were wide upon his cold face.

'"I'm only going to tell you this once, princess; when I ask you to do something, do it. I hate to repeat myself, and it would be a shame to kill you this early, wouldn't it? Because that's what I'm going to do if you continue with this provocative attitude." Thamus whispered coldly and Winter felt his anger spread through her.

"I hear you," murmured Winter and then swallowed.

Thamus gazed at her face, searching for any sign of fear, but nothing. The only thing he could hear loud and clear was her beating heart.

Thamus free her from his grip and walked back to eat his breakfast, but then heard Winter gasp for air behind him.

Winter stared down at her bloody hands, not knowing where the blood had come from.

Thamus clenched his jaw as blood flowed from Winters' hands, cursing himself for letting his wolf's claws spread during his rage.

"Come with me," he muttered and entered the bathroom. "Have a seat," he ordered and pointed to a chair. Winter sat down, and Thamus soaked one cloth and began to wash off the blood.

Winter soon saw cuts appear over her wrist and hands.

"How is this possible? Did you hold a knife?" Winter asked and locked up at Thamus face, and she could tell something was off.