So, I was inspired last night and I decided to write another oneshot of Chessy and Constantine, so this was the outcome. I think I may do another oneshot for them after I add more to Little Sister's Best Friend.

Cheshire was sleeping, when a branch slammed into her window, jolting her awake and causing her to lash out blindly. The lamp she hit fell and shattered against the wood floor. She frowned at the mess before looking at the window. She got to her feet and wandered over to the window. She saw nothing, just the trees swaying lazily to the night air.

She ran her hands down her white nightgown and looked around, before rolling her eyes at herself. Why was she looking around to see if someone was in her apartment? After all she had moved out since her mating. Her mate had gone and disappeared a couple of days after the mating, leaving Chess jilted and an embarrassment for her family. So, like any aristocratic family, Chess was given a small apartment and banished from the aristocracy, and also away from her family. She cursed herself for thinking about him, but Constantine invaded her thoughts as often as she needed to breathe. All she could think of was that one night she had with him, and she hated him for it. Hated him, and lusted for him.

"Come on, Chess. You need to get it together." She whispered to herself, and resting her forehead against the warm windowpane. Startled to see it was a new moon, the wolf inside of her awoke with a yawn. So she wasn't surprised to feel her claws cutting into her palms. She didn't need to change but she did want to go outside onto her balcony. She delicately pushed the door open to the balcony, drifting outside and feeling the warm, summer breeze kiss her skin.

As if a response to the wolf inside of her, the wind picked up, but still maintained its warmth. It embraced her in a loving way, in that loving way that she had always ached for. Transfixed, Chess raised her arms over her head, curling her fingers around the small moon overhead. Tilting her head back and offering her face to the sky, the tangles of blonde tumbled down her back and began to move as she started to sway. The moon bathed her in its glow, turning her skin and hair silver.

It was as if she was the only woman in the world. In a world where her heartbreak didn't exist and where she could be herself without judging eyes. Chess ran her hands down her sides, the silk nightgown melding to her body in such a sensual way that she arched her back, offering her body to the sky. She was offering everything to the moon, everything she could give.

The moonlight mingled with the silk, her body completely visible through it. Yet, she didn't care; too busy enjoying the moon's gaze and touches. She lifted a leg and twirled, spinning in a way that she hadn't since she was a small girl. She twirled as if her feet had wings.

The moonlight flitted through the trees as wisps of clouds passed overhead. The wind increased, and Chess's dance moved along with it, mirroring the swirling wind and swaying trees. When the sound of thunder, she let out a howl to echo it and when the white-blue streaks of lightning danced across the sky, she danced to mimic it. The storm was originating inside of her body and she was finally letting it out.

The sky burst apart, like an over-ripened fruit, sending the light kisses of rain to her wild celebration. The trees moved along with her, the thunder echoing her cries, and the rain sparkling on her skin like diamonds. Pirouetting, she laughed often, and she smiled through the entire course of it.

"Your daughter, Goddess!" Chess offered to the sky, and in response to her own happiness, she could hear another woman's carefree laughter inside of her.

The sky exploded with light, excitement, and love, the rain coming harder and faster, causing Chess to spin faster. Her feet danced across the balcony with their own accord, and her body drinking in the entire thing.

Once more she let out a howl to sky as the storm hit its crescendo, leaving her drenched and cleansed. She stilled and held out her arms, letting the wind, the rain, and the entire storm embrace her in the way a lover would. The wind brushed the hard nipples peeking out and outlined behind her soaked night gown.

Constantine watched his mate celebrate in the rain, feeling the familiar pierce of loneliness strike him again. How her longed to go up to her, yet he could not. He could not go up to her and make love to her; instead he was condemned to sitting hidden in the shadows, to stay as a black wolf.

He closed his eyes, seeing their mating night once more. He saw her passion filled face, felt her body around him, tasted her scent on his tongue, and smelled her sweet fragrance. His eyes opened again. He could go to her…just for tonight. No one would ever know, and he would be back before his uncle discovered.

Mine, he thought viciously. She was his and only his and he would never give her up. Though her family and even his own had demanded that he did. Exiled assassins didn't mate with the youngest daughter of a power pack. He couldn't have her and he tried to accept it.

That didn't stop the growl from escaping as he watched her brush fingers across her chest, rubbing her own nipples. Gods, she set his blood on fire and turned his mind into a one-task machine. And right now, the task to get to her and bed her. She was too beautiful to have to quench her own needs with her own hands.

No.

He couldn't, he had to remind himself of who he was. He would always trail her, and he would always keep her safe. Yet, he couldn't go to her and hold her and thrust himself inside of her. His mind called out to her on its own accord.

Chess.

***

Chess closed her eyes as a familiar deep, husky voice sounded in her mind. She was so aroused, and it only main sense that she would hear him. However, the quick, loving drops of rain had her opening her eyes and she lowered her arms. But instead of feeling like a bedraggled rat, she felt enlightened, even inspired. She blew a kiss at the moon, before sauntering inside and shutting the door after her.

She slid the soaked nightgown off her body, and as the wet silk dragged down, she had to stop a moan. Completely naked, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her skin was flushed with excitement and her eyes shining brighter then over. Her hair was plastered to her head and was so long that it stopped in the middle of her back. She tilted her head at herself in the mirror. She had always known she was cute, but when she saw herself now, with her breasts small yet full, like two little teardrops and with her endless legs stretching all the way down to the floor, she didn't feel cute anymore. She felt beautiful, and she felt sexy.

She got back into her bed and when she pulled up the sheets, the coolness of the sheets pressed against her warm body. She gasped at the electric sensations, running her fingertips down her legs. With fingertips like pure fire, she touched herself and felt pleasure at not only that, but imagining her beautiful, perfect mother turn her head away in disgust. She felt naughty and she liked it.

"Fuck." She whispered, and when no one reprimanded her, as a reward, she slid one finger between her legs. A sound of pleasure ripped through her and she kicked off the blankets, arching her back as the cool air once again hit her body. With one finger pumping in and out, she moved the other one up to caress her breast, tugging on the nipple. Immediately her pleasure was heightened. It had been so long since she had been touched.

She ran her nipple through two of her fingers before taking the finger in her mouth, wetting it, and running it back around the nipple. She pumped her finger in and out faster, the tempo increasing until she added another finger, stretching her and making her part her lips. She was so aroused, yet she couldn't find the means to finish until Constantine popped into her head again, and so conveniently. She saw his dark hair, and his equally dark eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul. She saw his beautiful, but scarred face and it was as if her entire body was lit aflame.

She squeezed her breast, as she pictured his mouth on her and her breasts seemed to grow even heavier and more sensitive. She rode her fingers faster, remembering how full and thick he was inside of her and she screamed out his name as she burst in a way that wasn't too different from how the sky had.

She relaxed her body, eyelids growing heavy as sleep started to consume her. She let her arms, both of them; fall to her side and smiled content. It was nothing compared to real thing, but it had her satisfied for now. But when her door slid open, and she turned her head ever so slightly, the sight had the corners of her lips curve up, seductively.

***

Constantine had been content to leave her alone, until she had started to touch herself. And since he had leapt up onto the porch to make sure she was okay, he had watched with a front row seat. It had taken every ounce of self-control he had to force himself to turn away, yet when she had howled his name and her face had been the one of passion that he had remembered. His control had snapped. All that mattered on his mind was finding and sating his mate. He didn't even have to picture himself human to change into that form. He just went from wolf to man.

He didn't bother with stealth or romance; he just opened the door and seeing her sprawled out on the bed, pink with satisfaction, had his eyes flashing yellow. When she sent him a lustful glance, claws grew.

He watched her draw herself up on the bed, perched on her knees. His eyes honed in on her chest, and felt his mouth water as her nipples hardened even more beneath his gaze. She let out a purring noise like a cat.

"I've missed you."

"I know." He replied, running his eyes over her body again.

"Did you like the show I put on?" Her eyes darkened and she used her left hand to squeeze her breast. He growled.

"Don't tempt me, Chess." He warned. "I don't think I can control myself with you."

She snarled, digging her claws into the bedspread.

"I don't want control. I want you to fuck me."

"Chess." He tried again.

"Fine." She tossed him a bored look. "I'll deal with it again, myself."

She ran a hand up her thigh, before using her middle finger to stroke herself. She parted her lips in a silent gasp, continuing to run her finger along her wetness. Constantine snapped. Again. He strode over and kissed her.

Chess near fainted from the intensity of his kiss. Just as it was before, it was hot and angry. But like last time, she met with the same anger.

"You left me."

"I did."

She grabbed the back of his head again and smashed her lips against hers, digging her nails into his scalp. His kisses were drugging, leaving her disoriented and wanting. She pulled him against her and ground against him, taking everything and giving nothing back. And that was what Constantine had wanted. He wanted her to take control and ride him until she couldn't walk.

"I hate you." She pulled away to snarl.

"I know." He growled back, before pushing back and leaning over to kiss her even more, bruising her lips with his intensity. He forced himself away and she protested until his mouth found her nipple. Her pupils dilated in response as his tongue brushed over the strawberry tip. He sucked on it, before one of his fingers found her wetness.

She cried out when he came in contact, she was so wet and aroused despite dealing with it before. He smirked against her breast and used his free hand to knead the other one. He pulled away from her pressed and instead licked at the entrance between her legs, still rubbing her nipple. Her eyes crossed as his tongue licked at her slit. He parted her folds with his tongue, his incredibly talented, devilish, wonderful tongue.

She tasted even better then Constantine remembered. He squeezed her breast as her wetness coated his tongue. Just to tease her, he licked up and down her slit, making her squirm. He bit and sucked on her clit, alternating between that and licking vigorously on the bundle of nerves. He cupped her breast as he slid his tongue into her, causing her to arch her back and fight the urge to orgasm. She was beginning to lose hold when he pulled away, making her cry out in unhappiness.

"Do you want to come, Chess?" He taunted, smacking her ass.

"Yes. Yes." She sobbed, aching for him. He slid two fingers inside of her without any introduction, making her scream and orgasm, as every nerve in her body lit up with electricity. She rode out his orgasm as he pumped two fingers in and out of her. Eventually, she collapsed, peering at him under her eyelashes. He looked smug and smirked at her. She narrowed her eyes and pulled him against her to kiss him once more. She felt his length harden against her thigh, so she reached down and grabbed him.

Constantine hissed, as she ran a nail up and down his shaft. She gave him a cat-ate-a-canary smile and pushed him onto his back, before crawling up his body. She paused over his shaft and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. She slid her hand up and down it, making him grit his teeth in order to stay silent. She grinned and tsked at him before taking him into her mouth.

His hips shot forward in an uncontrolled response, as he tangled his hands in her hair. She pulled back to blow on the tip of him, hands beginning to play with his balls. Chess ran her tongue around his head before sucking him into her mouth. Up and down she moved her mouth, stroking him. She purred, making his cock vibrate and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head.

He tastes delicious, Chess though dizzily, having to breathe through her nose to stop from becoming lightheaded. She pulled away to rub her cheek against his length before nibbling at the sides. Placing wet kisses over him, she continued to tease his shaft until the head was a frustrated purple. She placed his mouth on him again, and the feeling of his silky skin sliding against her mouth was incredibly hot. She twisted her hand around the base of his cock gently while he continued to slowly fuck her mouth. She sucked on him more intensely, her tummy tightening as saw his legs tremble and heard him chanting her name. She looked up at him while sucking him off, and felt herself grow wet as she saw that despite his jaw locked and his head thrown back, his eyes were locked on her, despite being slightly hazy.

Constantine was throbbing in her mouth and he was trying so hard not to make a sound, but every now and then, a groan ripped through him. He was beginning to tense, his hips pushing more forcefully against her mouth. She knew when he started to come, for he howled before he came in her mouth. Chess didn't bother to pull away, preferring to swallow everything he gave. When he finished, once more she sat back, smirking at him in satisfaction.

"Turn around." His voice was strained.

"But, what if I don't want to?" She asked, and was caught off guard as he flipped her around onto her hands and knees, facing the headboard.

"Grip the headboard, Chess." His voice was guttural and deeper and it sent chills straight into her bones. She did as he asked and reached forward to grip the board.

She felt his hands between her legs, spreading them wide before he plunged two fingers inside of her. Her breath caught and she squeezed her eyes shut. As much as she loved this, she didn't want his fingers. She wanted him inside of her.

"Please, Constantine." She whispered, bucking slightly.

"What do you want, Chess?" He asked, eyes black, mercilessly adding a third finger to stretch her.

"I need you inside of me. God damn it. Please Constantine!"

"I won't be gentle, Chess. I've gone too long."

"Please!" She nearly started to sob. He obliged, and just like he did before, he gave no warning. He slammed into her, and Chess howled, gripping the headboard tighter.

He wasted no time. Constantine thrusted roughly and quickly. A hand reached around to her middle, as he thrusted even harder, the bed moving along with his thrusts. He could hear Chess panting, and moaning and gritted his teeth. His length pounded inside her body. To Chess it was deliciously pleasing and she was gasping. The sound of skin meeting skin was heard as Constantine reach down and wrapped his arms around his breasts. He pulled her close, fucking her hard and fast from behind.

Chess arched her back, head falling back on his shoulder as she saw stars from the pleasure. She reached behind her to wrap a hand around his neck, Constantine pumping in and out of her. She turned her head slightly. His lips found hers again and she kissed him roughly, nails digging into his flesh as one hand moved into his hair, holding him in place. She rode him, and he pushed her again and again to the edge of the cliff and then refusing to let her fall over, by slowing down and when she had stopped from coming, he sped up again, slamming into her. He slapped her ass and she pulled his hair. In retaliation he continued to taunt her until she told him how she loved the feel of him and how he made her crazy.

His fingers moved back down to tease and play with her clit as his thrusts became harder and more frantic. He pulled away to dig his fangs into her pale neck, leaving a very distinctive, very possessive mark on her neck. She felt her body seize up as she exploded, seeing bright, white lights. Her inner walls contracted, squeezing his shaft and milking him mercilessly. He howled along with her, one hand gripping her waist so hard, it would have bruised if it could have. He continued to ram into her, drawing out the pleasure until they both collapsed onto the bed, sweaty, exhausted and still connected.

Chess slowly twisted around to face him, eyelids drooping but she snuggled up to him, pressing a kiss on the base of his throat before her eyes flickered yellow and buried her teeth into his neck to leave a mark similar to the one he had given her.

She stared at it for a few moments. "Mine."

"And you are mine, Chess. Only mine."

Constantine wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and allowing her to bury her face into his neck. He knew this time that he would not be able to distance himself from her. They'd be a secret but he would not be able to stay away from her. He would continue to come to her, to aid her, both sexually and if she was ever in danger. He held her close and was sure that with her voracious appetite that he would be repeating this again tomorrow morning. After that he would have to return to his uncle and feign ignorance, but he'd be back again during the night.

"Yes. Only yours."

Chess's lips curved up again, feeling satisfied with herself. She had smelled him as soon as she had stepped outside to dance. She had known her dance would succeed on tempting him and breaking his control.