Recent content by Victoria O'Connor

"Fallon!" Victoria shouted, as though that would rouse her love from her weariness. In any other circumstance it may have worked, for her cry was loud enough to shake the windows of their carriage and carried a deep timbre it had not borne before. Her vision was both blurred and impossibly...

Fresh blood rushed into Victoria’s mouth, and her starved body surged into action. Her jaw locked around Fallon’s throat, four sharp punctures surrounding a soft and desperate tongue that lapped up wave after wave. Her arms were bound by Fallon’s iron embrace, but her fingers reached out to grab...

Victoria felt strong arms squeeze the air from her lungs. The was such a tenderness to what would otherwise be a violent act, a tenderness amidst unbreakable power that defined Fallon better than words ever could. The vampire obeyed, closing her eyes and trying to think of another place...

Those words loosed an ancient sound from Victoria's throat: a breathy, gutterral hiss that could almost be a growl. Her lips quivered as they received conflicting commands to stay closed versus open wide, and Victoria made a conscious effort to keep her glimmering eyes open. If she could see...

Victoria swallowed. A dry, strained motion against the prickling in her throat. Fallon was right, she had underestimated the toll this evening would take on her. Projecting calm control was her forte, but she had been positively buzzing all evening. She was elated to be with Fallon, to dance...

Victoria’s heart had been beating continuously throughout their dance. Fluttering at first, it had settled into a contented metronome as they turned about the floor. It now rose to a feverish pace, pounding so hard she thought it may break free of her ribs. She wondered if Fallon could hear it...

It was… lovely. The pair had never danced before, they had always been too busy fighting, fleeing, or… focusing on other comforts. Though they had been at Greyrock several weeks now, it had not felt long at all. Time with Fallon seemed to flow effortlessly. Paradoxically, Victoria felt like she...

Victoria’s heart beat out a rhythm of anticipation. Through all of their adventures, the couple had never danced together. Whenever their bodies had been this close previously, other activities had taken precedence. Here, though, was the guiding leash of protocol and ceremony. Fallon’s figure...

Beneath the table, Victoria’s fingers burned where they rested on Fallon’s thigh. The raging heat thawed her blood so quickly that it hurt, boiling beneath her skin, but she did not pull away. That painful fury was for her. The wolf clawed to be free for her, and so when she felt the steel cords...

Fallon’s lips were so agonizingly close. Victoria’s face glittered with condensation where hot breath met her frozen cheek, and a tiny bead trickled down her face, igniting her skin along its path. She abruptly brought a hand to stop its descent at her jawline. If the impish droplet caressed her...

The hairs on the back of Victoria’s neck stood on end. She scarcely noticed the icy stone at her back, but she inhaled Fallon’s warm breath and felt it flood her. Her impetuous heart hammered a few lurching beats through her chest, spreading that warmth to her fingers and toes. She did not want...

That little swallow and the rippling cords of Fallon's sinewy neck had sealed the Garou's fate for later this night, but for now Victoria turned along with her new wife to face the crowd. The guests applauded politely, many even daring to show genuine enthusiasm for the union. Of course, any...

Victoria could hear the thunderous rhythm of Fallon’s heart, so loud that it was hard to think about anything else. She could feel its pulse through Fallon’s fingertips, and every beat sent a fresh wave of warmth rippling up her arms. She could smell the blood that it pumped, a smell that had...

The garou's touch was a lifeline in the hall. Cold eyes picked the two women apart in the hall. It was a familiar sensation to Victoria, a lingering itch as though a swarm of insects were needling at her skin. She had wanted the attention, but it was not an altogether pleasant feeling. Yet the...

The center of the hall had been laid end to end with a plush red and gold carpet. At its center, backed by the rising eastern moon, were two thrones. One was well-known to the coven’s members - a dark and ornately carved chair of ebonwood, with sturdy arms and a straight back that ended in a...