.Scum of the Heart. [I Want You]

Limp. A dragon chasing her, trying to become her new friend in bed and she turned to mush in a pair of unfamiliar arms. Way to go survival instinct. She didn't even try to turn and look, she just locked her joints and waited.
A roar sounded from the beast above the canopy. Wait, when did she make it to the tree-line? She had only hoped that the multiple large trunks would stop her scaly pursuer, and her hope came true. And she was moving, well her carrier was anyway, so fast! Her hair and dress (oh yeah, she had been going to a festival) flapped in the propelling breeze.
"Gone now." The arms set her down onto a soft patch of moss. Bulbous green eyes met hers, they looked twice as large as a human's. She stared at this new male specimen and turned red so fast she was dizzy.
"You're naked..." Her life (libido?) in danger and she focused on someone else's style of dress, or rather a huge lack there of.
He tilted his head and a shaggy brown mess of hair fell over half his face. "Huh?"
Spinning abruptly around she fell to the ground from the mixture of adrenaline, dizziness, embarrassment and, surprisingly, lust.
Her face planted into the moss and she snickered a little. In all her teenage years she never had succumbed to hormonal urges and today was the day her sex fiend decided to rear its head.
Hysteria was a great friend in these times. "No cry!" And then she had naked-boy's body wrapped around hers in comfort. A little moan escaped her lips as she found out he had muscles everywhere.
What the hell was wrong with her? She squirmed a little and met his eyes again, "What's your name?"
He did the head tilt thing again and grinned wolfishly. "Werewolf." He pronounced it like, 'werewoof' and that made her smile. Then a question, "No cry?"
While not articulate she still felt as if they were on an equal brainwave level. She shook her head in answer and he tightened his hug out of happiness, which put an interesting thing against her pelvic bone.
"Alright if I call you my wolf buddy?" Jinya asked breathlessly. Damn, boy was gonna make her lose focus if this kept up.
He smiled again and stood up, leaving her a foot or two shorter than him. "Okay, right. Scary dragon tells me this crazy prophecy, you show up and save me," Jinya paused thoughtfully. "Thanks for that by the way, and flame-breath leaves and now we're here."
So whoever got to her first as the prize was consort of the land, huh? She was already technically Queen she guessed, but where would that put the current ruler of this topsy-turvy land? Not any place a good power hungry person would want to be so then...
Wolf buddy decided she had been silent too long and licked her cheek and whined, moving away and motioning her to follow him.
Deciding that with her watching his ass like a fiend it would be best if she walked in front. Then again, she didn't know where the hell she was going so she settled for side by side.
As they ambled through the woods to wherever wolf buddy was going, she wondered what Orion was doing. Did he know about the prophecy and not tell her? Not likely. Did that Helena chick drag him to the city as a major political move so that she'd be there in her new kingdom? Oh goodness, she was already considering it hers. For Pete's sake, she was human!
"Here." Wolf buddy stopped in front of, what else, a cave. It looked cozy enough what with the fur coverings hanging all around and a cute fire. But still, camping was not Jinya's favorite recreation.
Moving ahead she invited herself in and sat on a pelt that looked like it had come off a gray and red zebra. "This your home?"
Wolf buddy nodded and lay down beside her. "Rest here, city tomorrow." He looked up at her for agreement and she gave it. Just not in the way of a nod.
Her body felt possessed by another, brasher soul as she covered as much of him as she could with herself. Sure, he had rescued her but wasn't this a little much? She barely knew him! But her body had a need and a rhythm and wolf buddy was hardly a saint.
With sudden clarity she could see why she was acting this way. Survival of the fittest including reproducing with the strongest possible mate, at least that's how it worked in the wild. It also worked that way in faerie blood, too, apparently.
She had time to think 'Oh shit' before she sealed her lips like a zip lock bag on wolf buddy's. He whined and placed his claws on her hip.
She knew it wasn't right, and while her body was having a grand ole' time her brain was having a fit. Then arms were lifting her again, this time not wolf buddy's.
Her dazed eyes locked onto Orion's shaking form. Now her whole being was in accord. They were in for a deep lecture.
Wish I had a wolf buddy...
Time to do the damn thang and vote!