'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
Tourmaline fought the temptation to roll her eyes, thinking they certainly grew them breathtakingly big around here, not to mention gorgeous, but obviously not too bright.“What. Do. You. Want?” she asked slowly, enunciating each word with patronizing precision. She hoped that he would understand that she was not at all liking this situation. After all, this condition could not be to anyone’s liking at all.
Though there wasn’t anything particularly funny about having a gun pointed straight at your heart, Razl had to fight the surprising urge to laugh at the human’s audacity. A bullet wouldn’t kill him, but it would still hurt like a bitch. He should have been furious that she was threatening him, but that wasn’t the source of his anger. Instead, he was uncomfortably aware that the more she stood up to him, the harder it was for him not to pull her out of that goofy-looking bus and show her just how much danger she was courting here.Running his