Jaxon loved these days furthest from the full moon. The time when his celestial tormentor was absent from the night sky--the new moon phases...that was when he felt most himself. His body was strong and his muscles had no ache. He was himself as he had been back at Hogwarts. These two weeks, he lived it up--embraced the persona of the Quidditch playboy. These glorious days Jaxon's bed was nearly never empty. The man's shag list would have been the envy of nearly any man or woman, with the presence of assorted models, wrockstars, and other athletes as well as a disproportionate number of veela. Jax had quite the weakness for the magical creatures. He'd bedded other werewolves, too, of course--but never a vampire. That was sitting high on his to-dos.

The last few months, there had been several persons who had earned a more regular place beneath the seeker's Egyptian cotton sheets. The most present was either his pretty little photographer--or perhaps his minx of a submissive brunette beauty. Oriel and Romilda were his current favorites. Both seemed to honest-to-goodness care for him, which while Jaxon knew he should not enjoy or crave geniune affection based in more than lust--he did. He was a needy one, even if he denied it. If he hadn't been bitten, he would have probably been married with little ones running around by now. But that was not what fate had in store for him.

So, he made do---

And really, waking up with @ramilda in his arms was hardly just making do. It made him one hell of a lucky werewolf. The couple had gone to lunch at Chutne Jidlo. With the paparazzi bartender there, it was always a spot that the rich and famous of the wizarding world could go and guarantee to be seen. Jaxon liked to show Rom off, so it had been the perfect spot to take his gorgeous little imp for their impromptu lunch date. The meal had obviously resolved to the bedroom back at his cabin. Even asleep, curled on his chest, his woman's hands were still bound by silk. The ties no longer attached to anything, but the cuffs around her wrists remained as evidence of her exquisite submission.

It was the late afternoon now. Jaxon idly drug his fingers through her soft long hair, having no desire to disturb his sleeping princess or to extract himself from the warmth of her embrace and his heavenly bed. The gentle inhale and exhale of her breath against his bare chest was soundless--her feminine form fit so snuggling against his muscular body that he could have been convinced she was made for him. Moments like these always brought about the thoughts of what if. But he could not dwell on that. He would not. He would enjoy her presence now--he would savor the companionship to ensure he had something to sustain him through the lonelier nights.

The last few weeks, spending time at work and then going to spend time with Jaxon most nights had been amazing. He was an amazing lover, and the Dominate one that she needed in her life to help keep her ass in control. She loved it. She would admit that at times she would test him, wearing risque clothing to gain his attention, but she would never say that she hated the results. Relationships like the one that she had with Jaxon was not normal, it was not typical and it probably wasn’t healthy. She didn’t care though.

Waking up in Jaxon’s bed being held by him was so much more than she deserved, So much more than she should have been allowed, but she was going to stay there as long as he allowed her to. She knew that sooner or later his interest would turn, but she didn’t want to think about it. Her thoughts broke through the sleep and she let her eyes pop open for a moment, yawning softly as she woke, snuggling against his side. Humming softly at how he was stroking her hair she let the smile form on her face she looked up at him. He was the only one who ever won her real smile.

”Well, hello there.” She said with a small laugh and wink before pressing her lips to his chest placing a small kiss thre she rolled to her back and stretched.

Rom rolled away from him, but Jaxon did not object. He lazily watch the way her body was outlined beneath the ivory sheet. The wrockstar was older than him--nearly a decade so. He had been informed of this the night he met her by a bitter club goer who had thought herself a better companion for him for the night. He'd appreciated her eagerness, but Jaxon had still opted to take the songstress home--and had not been disappointed.

The submissive side of the witch had surprised him somewhat. Known for being so bold and confident, he wasn't sure if Romilda would yield to him. She had, though, and as such, the woman had earned herself a position in his rotation of partners. He would not allow himself a traditional relationship, but he did maintain longer term sexual relationships. Those romances did not require sharing too much about himself--and allowed him to have the companionship he craved without overly endangering someone or leaving them deeply impacted if he were ever snatched up by the Ministry.

She spoke her greeting to him and the man grinned. "Hey you--" was the man's husky reply. his hand slid over the empty space between them and up into Romilda's hair, which he gave a slow tug. His fingers slipped through the strands as he extended both arms up over his head, stretch out the stiffness from laying still for these few last hours.

"You have somewhere to be?" He asked as he rolled up off the bed. His broad muscled shoulders were bare and facing Rom as he sat on the edge of the oversized bed. Jax didn't have any plans for the evening, but was hungry. The were was always hungry. That wasn't a side effect of the curse though--as his bottomless stomach predated his affliction.