LoganDarkHolme
Lone Wolf
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- Dec 18, 2007
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Her warring emotions were wrecking fuckong havok with his senses, anger, fear, lust, confusion, it was a heady cocktail, all the thoughts, her fears, all danced through her eyes as they stayed locked together, shifting his knee between her thighs, lifting her just a hair more off her feet, rubbing her most intimate spot against the rough denim of his jeans, the hint of his claw pressing to her vein, black fur had began sprouting along the edges of his eyes, hia ears subtlety becoming more pointed as he growled, the beast was pushing out the man, fur replacing skin on his hand that held herThere was some primal urge deep inside her to run. To get the hell out of her office. Her eyes never left his. She watched as his lips lowered and covered hers. They stole the whimper that broke free from her throat.
"Oh god...." she managed to whisper against his lips. His thumb found and rested on her erratically beating pulse. His touch moved her. Excited her. He could feel her heart pounding she was sure. Her breathing was making her chest rise and fall rapidly but when she heard his, "Mine" she almost caved. There no longer was any doubt that she belonged to him. That predatory look as well as the hunger deep in his eyes, the mark on her shoulder, said it all. His body was hard and waiting. Waiting for what she wasn't sure. To give in? For her to try and escape him?
How do you fight a force of nature? How do you fight a gale force just standing in front of you, staring you down, just daring you to deny him? There was something in her that wanted the fight. She wanted to snarl at him for not telling her. For not allowing her the choice. Je would have won but it was the principle of the matter. She just wanted to tear into him, though she knew her own gale force would have been little rainwater falling off his skin. He had chosen a warrior. They were going to fight now and then when she felt like she had been wronged but she trusted their chemistry together to hold firm. He was the Wolf. She was the Warrior. Together, along with the Rain, they were a force to be reckoned with.
She stared him down a moment or two. It was hard to say as time seemed to have stopped in that office as they faced off.
"Kiss me again, Wolf."
M.I.N.E, say........it..... *His voice was barely audible, clipped by the edge of the beast, needed to hear her accept the claim, her cry for a kiss ignored as he blinked slowly, waiting, the heat of his body rising as the mans hold on his form began to slip