'Hello Stranger,' whispered Tourmaline seductively as she opened the front door and leaned against the doorway.'Hi Beautiful,' said Razl as he ran a finger across her cheek before cupping her face and claiming her mouth for a hot scorching kiss.'Come on, in,' said Tourmaline as she regained her breath and opened the door wide enough, to let Razl in.Razl closed the door and dumped his briefcase on the nearby couch. He shrugged out of his jacket and dropped to his knees before her, cupping her belly which seemed to fascinate him more and more as the days went by.'How is the little one doing?' he asked as he pressed a soft kiss to the slight rise, splaying his fingers on her stomach.'Better, I guess. Hasn't been much of a trouble today,' she said as she ran her fingers through Razl's short, cropped hair -- loving the feel of it.'And
'Here,' said Razl as he directed a spoonful of the sweet dish towards Tourmaline.She opened her mouth and slurped the dessert, looking at the spoon just for a few seconds. 'Let me watch,' she protested as she redirected the spoon towards Razl, 'you eat first.''I am jealous,' muttered Razl as he looked at the screen scornfully. 'It is stealing my wife,' he said pointing to the black box.'Fine ... fine,' said Tourmaline exasperated. She shifted closer to Razl forcing him to lay back against the couch. She was almost in his lap as she pressed a flurry of kisses on his face, before running her finger seductively over his cheek. 'Better?''Much better,' he replied as he picked up a chocolate chip and fed her. 'You don't know how much possessive I am about you.''I know,' she remarked as she entwined her fingers into his and laid her head on his sho
'Have you thought about some names?' Razl asked casually, moving closer to Tourmaline.'Not yet,' she said as she looked at him, hoping that he didn't hate her for what she had said.'I don't hate you,' whispered Razl as if he she had expressed her fears aloud. He pulled her close and dropped a kiss on her forehead. 'I love you like I always do and may be more now, because I understand how possessive you are of me.''I am sorry ... I ...' and before she could complete, Razl silenced her with a finger on her lips. 'Shh ... Don't say that. I know how you felt. I shouldn't have allowed you to think that you didn't appeal to me. I love you mo
She opened her eyes to see him eyeing her with concern.'Oh, no,' she whispered. 'Not enough.'His pupils dilated. His jaw tightened and bulged and he drew in a deep breath a
She wrapped her body around him, holding him as he drove deeper inside her. Release wasn't as important as the intimacy of the moment.
Razl looked at the house at the corner of the street and the warm red colour of the door, which looked like the leaves of maple in autumn just before they were going to fall. The rest of the house was also coloured in warm earthy tones which reminded him of her bright cheerful smile and he could smell her womanly innocence all over again.Even though he did not feel comfortable in the city, h
Razl Drone had always believed that if there was one thing that didn’t mix well, it was humans and wolves— which was why he had a bad feeling about the current situation. Or more specifically, about the woman.Climbing out of his truck, he stared through the hazy glow of silver-threaded moonlight, struggling to make out the features of the female sitting behind the wheel of a sky-blue Volkswagen bus. A human female. And a ridiculous- looking bus. With a whimsical confection of puffy white clouds painted down its sides, the vehicle looked more l
“Did she give you a name?” he asked, noting how uneasy the scout seemed. Hendricks’s pale skin was flushed with color, his dark gaze repeatedly sliding from the ground to the sky, as if he was wary of looking directly at Razl’s face.“No, sir,” Hendricks replied, slanting him a quick glance, and Razl struggled to keep his expression impassive.
Razl and the Bloodrunners, the half-breed hunters whose job it was to hide the existence of their race from humans, as well as to hunt down those who turned rogue, already had their hands full working to get order reestablished up in Shadow Peak. Still mired in the process of forming a new government, the Silvercrest continued to deal with the emotional and physical wounds left over from the traumatic events of five months ago. Events that had left the pack without leadership, and reeling from a betrayal that had affected everyone from the adults who’d lost their lives down to the children who had been tragically