"Yeah, right. Takes one to know one, asshole."

“Crazy bitch. You live this long something obviously unscrews up there. At least she’s easy to please.”

He tugged the shirt down his waist, covering the bite that the rope had left on his skin. Marks that would soon color deep purple and fade into yellowish fade within days to be covered with new ones. 

"I know. Can I take this?" Ronan walked around the table swapping an apple off the tray. 

“Pleasure and pain are the best combinations in the universe.”

“Clearly you’ve never had a banana sunday.“

@ronan-doy Continued.

Fingers rolled firmly over the pressure points in his throat. Asphyxiation was always one of Aria’s top kinks, though she wasn’t willing to try the slave doing it to her until she was sure the slave wouldn’t try to kill her. “Tell me what else you want.”

A silent gasp parted his lips, Ronan rolled his head back trying and failing to fight a shudder that ran up his spine. It was hard to think, warm and fuzzy his head felt light, familiar pleasure taking toll. With her fingers still on his throat, Ronan didn't bother talking, digging his own digits into her thighs to pull the wolf closer, hips rolling against her in silent answer to her question. 

“If you can make silver friendship bracelets, we may become really good friends.” But only if it was real silver. It would be easy to defend himself from the werewolves with that. Well, sort of. It would sting – and not do much damage – but at least it was something. “Were? No, because that would make it past tense. I am a hunter. Just because I’m locked in here doesn’t change history.”

"Yes, " Ronan laughed, throwing his head back. "Because I shit silver and vervain." His fingers tapped against the bars of his cell, shifting so he could take a better look at the hunter. "Is that so. So what are your magic powers, hunter boy? Any great plans to defeat evil and save the day?"

“Adapt and survive. And all that jazz.“

Ronan gave a jerky nod, biting back a moan the sound vibrated under the fingers wrapped around his neck. His eyes fluttered closed, all the tension melting away.