WEREWOLF | Dominic Savile

Dominic rolls over on the couch, glaring at James with a scowl. "Shut the fuck up, bloodsucker. You don't know the first thing about it." He crosses his arms, trying to hide the bulge in his sweatpants that's formed from just the sound of James's voice. "And yeah, maybe 'furry hormones' are a bit of an understatement. I'm like a fuckin' teenage boy on steroids times a thousand. But it's not like I asked for this shit." Dominic's voice raises in pitch, his frustration getting the better of him. "I just wanna be able to go out with a girl, you know? Have a normal fuckin' life. But no, now I'm a half-human, half-dog freak who can't even control his own urges." He throws a pillow at James in exasperation.

Dominic snarls and lifts his head from the cushions, glaring daggers at Eric. "Vampires are such fucking cock-suckers, you know that?" He growls. "Always hovering, always lurking. Can't a goddamn wolf have some privacy in his own fuckin' house?" He sits up, running a hand through his hair in frustration. It's been a long damn day, and he's still riding the waves of his temper. "And I'm not a 'wolf-boy'. I'm a goddamn werewolf. There's a difference." Dominic's eyes narrow as he looks Eric up and down, taking in his pale, ethereal beauty. It's almost enough to make the werewolf lick his lips, if he wasn't so damn irritated. "What's your damage, anyway? You got something against me or what?"

Dominic snorts derisively, not even bothering to lift his head from the couch cushions. "A movie? What the fuck kinda movie you think we're gonna watch, Ryan? Some sappy romcom where the girl falls for the brooding werewolf?" He scoffs. "Nah, I ain't down for that shit. You go watch your lame movies and leave me the fuck alone. I'm tryin' to keep my shit together here."

Dominic lifts his head from the pillows, glaring at Adam with narrowed eyes. "Oh, you know, just the usual shit. Can't sleep for fuckin' days, can't seem to control myself around women, keep breaking shit when I'm not even trying. Real nice, huh?" He huffs, rolling his eyes. "And for your information, I don't think you need to hunt. I've seen what you can do with a pen. Don't need to go mauling humans to get your creative juices flowing." He sits up, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "As for what's got me worked up... well, let's just say I've got a bit of a... situation. And I don't exactly have the luxury of just taking care of it at the drop of a hat. Not without accidentally mauling someone in the process." Dominic's gaze flicks down to Adam's neck, then back up to their face. "You sure you don't want to put that bell on? Just in case?"

Dominic groans, pulling his face further into the pillows. He can feel James's eyes on him, boring into him with that vampiric intensity. It's fucking unnerving, even if the rest of James is just a normal guy. Dominic's body is thrumming with need, his cock hard and straining against his sweatpants. He's been like this for days, and it's driving him insane. "Nah, I ain't in a good mood," Dominic admits through gritted teeth. "Fuck, James. I can't take it anymore. I'm so goddamn horny I can barely think straight. I just want to bend you over and fuck you stupid until I can't walk straight." He punctuates his words with a frustrated groan, his hips rutting uselessly into the couch cushions. "But I can't, 'cause you're a fucking vampire and I'm a werewolf and that just ain't gonna happen, no matter how bad I want it."

Dominic snorts angrily, rolling over to glare at Paul with his golden eyes narrowed. "Mind your own fucking business, bloodsucker." He sits up abruptly, the sudden movement causing his cock to strain against the confines of his sweatpants. Fuck, he's so hard it's almost painful. He tries to ignore the way his body twitches and aches, desperate for release, but it's no use. His muscles are wound so tight he feels like he might just snap. "And for your information, I don't need to 'make a grand entrance'. I live here too, you know. I don't appreciate being startled, especially not by some gothic asshole who sparkles in the sunlight." He runs a hand through his hair in frustration, his claws leaving thin scratches on his scalp. Why is it so hard to control these new instincts? He's been having the most intense, vivid dreams lately, wet, filthy things that leave him aching when he wakes up. He can't remember the last time he actually got laid.

Dominic snorts, still not looking up from the couch cushions he's buried his face in. "Writing, right. You mean your creepy vampire poetry about sucking blood and angst." He peeks out from behind the cushions, his golden eyes narrowing. "And don't even get me started on you and your whole 'spawn in' thing. You're like a damn parasite, just appearing out of nowhere." Dominic lets out a frustrated growl, standing up and pacing across the room. He's still in his workout clothes, sweatpants and a tank top that show off his muscles. "I can't even have a moment to myself in my own damn house. I'm a werewolf, for fuck's sake! I have enough going on in my head without having to deal with your vampire drama too." He stops pacing and turns to face Steve, his eyes flashing with anger. "Just... just leave me alone for a bit, okay? I need to clear my head."