sniffing, thinking about throwing her down and fucking her right there. Yeah, that was what it was all about at that moment.
I didn’t, though. I reached in, grabbed her hand, claw, paw, whatever and started running. But she helped me, led me out of there. The avenue I was supposed to take was blocked by the noisy, oncoming pack of bitches. Which again made me wonder who was on my side, and who was pointing them toward me. Apparently, some of them can communicate like psychics. Yeah, total bullshit, I know.
The trip out was another one of those lessons in stamina. We ended up crawling through caves and shit. She was ahead of me, leading the way, dripping down her legs the whole way--driving me insane with want.
I don’t think I could forget her scent--ever. At one point, I had to grab ahold and indulge myself. Licked up her leg, all the way to her core. I would have climbed all the way up on her, but the back of the cavern was too low.
Fast forward some more.
To when we’d reached a rendezvous point that I’d prearranged with the losers, and with Hood. Yeah, the hunt went on for hours.
But there came a point when the princess and I managed to draw extra breath, breathe safe and look each other in the eye.
It was funny, but I had to ask, “What’s your name?”
Chapter Six
She pursed her lips, holding back a grin, and said, “Fera.”
I said, “Pretty.” Yeah, I was going for obvious flattery. I wanted her to like me up front.
She quipped back, “Beats being called bitch.”
“Well, my little stolen bitch,” I growled--couldn’t help it, I was fucking ready to throw her down. Wait. I corrected myself, trying desperately to get that under control, saying, “ Fera , I have to tell you--I have this indescribable urge to lay you down and fuck your brains out.”
I know, so much for sweet-talking her. I look back at that moment and kick myself in the ass every time. But--you know what she said? She taunted me with, “Why don’t you?”
I remember trying to be clever, telling her that I was waiting for her to beg me. I have no idea why I said that. Trying to make conversation before I did exactly what I wanted to do?
But I’m not shitting you when I say, I couldn’t think around her. I felt like I’d run the hardest race of my life--that’s saying something--and come inches to the finish line, and--I didn’t know how to take the last step.
Since she wasn’t asking my name, I volunteered that it was Jack. I spouted some sort of nonsense about not wanting to jump her bones without warning. She bounced back with, “Why not?”
Can you see how this was going? I was trying to get some semblance of control over my emotions, my libido, and she was wrecking that all to hell.
I lied through my teeth--but was completely honest, if that makes any sense--when I told her next that I didn’t want a fast fuck. I wanted that, and more. You should have been there. The whole thing was quick back and forth, with my dumb silences between.
Okay. This is the reason behind me putting all this on paper. I had to get this in writing, in case anything ever comes back around, in case I get myself killed. I hope someone will make sure Fera sees this.
I wanted her more than I could have ever imagined. I knew I’d fallen hard and big time--probably back there at the cell. When I saw her in lupus, I wanted her bad--but that could have been her scent.
And I struggled with that. I remember thinking...this is the princess? Hood’s sister? If she hadn’t been in heat, I would have walked away. But there was a distinctly human fragrance about her. It confused the hell out of me.
I mean, back at Lobos, and then at my apartment, Hood had mentioned, several times that there were the lupus born. Duh. I
I didn’t, though. I reached in, grabbed her hand, claw, paw, whatever and started running. But she helped me, led me out of there. The avenue I was supposed to take was blocked by the noisy, oncoming pack of bitches. Which again made me wonder who was on my side, and who was pointing them toward me. Apparently, some of them can communicate like psychics. Yeah, total bullshit, I know.
The trip out was another one of those lessons in stamina. We ended up crawling through caves and shit. She was ahead of me, leading the way, dripping down her legs the whole way--driving me insane with want.
I don’t think I could forget her scent--ever. At one point, I had to grab ahold and indulge myself. Licked up her leg, all the way to her core. I would have climbed all the way up on her, but the back of the cavern was too low.
Fast forward some more.
To when we’d reached a rendezvous point that I’d prearranged with the losers, and with Hood. Yeah, the hunt went on for hours.
But there came a point when the princess and I managed to draw extra breath, breathe safe and look each other in the eye.
It was funny, but I had to ask, “What’s your name?”
Chapter Six
She pursed her lips, holding back a grin, and said, “Fera.”
I said, “Pretty.” Yeah, I was going for obvious flattery. I wanted her to like me up front.
She quipped back, “Beats being called bitch.”
“Well, my little stolen bitch,” I growled--couldn’t help it, I was fucking ready to throw her down. Wait. I corrected myself, trying desperately to get that under control, saying, “ Fera , I have to tell you--I have this indescribable urge to lay you down and fuck your brains out.”
I know, so much for sweet-talking her. I look back at that moment and kick myself in the ass every time. But--you know what she said? She taunted me with, “Why don’t you?”
I remember trying to be clever, telling her that I was waiting for her to beg me. I have no idea why I said that. Trying to make conversation before I did exactly what I wanted to do?
But I’m not shitting you when I say, I couldn’t think around her. I felt like I’d run the hardest race of my life--that’s saying something--and come inches to the finish line, and--I didn’t know how to take the last step.
Since she wasn’t asking my name, I volunteered that it was Jack. I spouted some sort of nonsense about not wanting to jump her bones without warning. She bounced back with, “Why not?”
Can you see how this was going? I was trying to get some semblance of control over my emotions, my libido, and she was wrecking that all to hell.
I lied through my teeth--but was completely honest, if that makes any sense--when I told her next that I didn’t want a fast fuck. I wanted that, and more. You should have been there. The whole thing was quick back and forth, with my dumb silences between.
Okay. This is the reason behind me putting all this on paper. I had to get this in writing, in case anything ever comes back around, in case I get myself killed. I hope someone will make sure Fera sees this.
I wanted her more than I could have ever imagined. I knew I’d fallen hard and big time--probably back there at the cell. When I saw her in lupus, I wanted her bad--but that could have been her scent.
And I struggled with that. I remember thinking...this is the princess? Hood’s sister? If she hadn’t been in heat, I would have walked away. But there was a distinctly human fragrance about her. It confused the hell out of me.
I mean, back at Lobos, and then at my apartment, Hood had mentioned, several times that there were the lupus born. Duh. I
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