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, he had come here searching for her. He knew that he had to at least try or he was going to miss her all over again. And Dark wolves like him rarely got a chance to mate and when they did, they definitely fought for it.
He took a deep breath and rang the bell.
Tourmaline opened the door. There was a smidgen of flour over her cheek and Razl smiled at her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked without even bothering to ask him how he was. It had been three months that he had last seen her and it still felt like it was an eternity.
“I am here to get you back,” said Razl without even bothering to pretend that it was about something else at all.
“Come inside. I don’t want all my neighbours hearing this and then becoming the object of ridicule of the entire neighbourhood,” said Tourmaline as she opened the door and Razl stepped inside. The whole place was filled with her smell.
And her sister’s smell was there as well. But he did not want to talk about that now. As soon as she closed the door he whirled around and caught hold of her waist and brought her closer to him and kissed her lips hungrily.
And she kissed him back with the same fervor. There was no hesitation at all in her.
“What happened to finding a wolf from the rival pack to seal the bond so that you guys remain friends forever?” asked Tourmaline with a dazed look on her face. Razl had this effect on her, when he kissed it felt like she was on drugs. And her blood reached such a high which would not let her come down from.
“You’re the only woman I want, Tourmaline.”
“How can you say that, Razl? You remember that we did not part under these terms….this ….this fire that we have in both of us….it is going to consume us whole inside out,” said Tourmaline.
“I don’t care about what happens when we are together. I care about what happens when we are not together darling…..and that pain….that unbearable pain of staying away from you. I am not ready to face that at all. They might tell me that I am the bravest killer of the pack, the Alpha who is scared of nothing but I am scared of losing you Tourmaline.”
“When I started falling in love with you,” she told him, “it felt like dying.”
“And now?” he asked, his hands settling on her hips.
“Now I finally know how it feels to be alive. Not just parts of me, but all of them.” Her long hair streamed over her shoulders as she shook her head.
“I don’t know to explain it. It’s like you woke me up. Made me open my eyes.”
The instant she whispered, “Make me yours, Razl,” his fangs burst into his mouth so hard that it hurt.
His wolf prowled beneath his skin, brimming with instinct and the need for possession, but he had to make sure this was what she wanted, because once done, there was no going back. “Are you sure this is
what you want, Tourmaline?”
“I’m sure,” she said a little breathlessly….
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
She her cut her gaze away again, but not before he caught the luminous wash of tears glistening in her eyes.Aw, hell. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to take it if she broke down—that he’d rather have her angry than sad— Razl curled his lips and said something guaranteed to piss her off and get her back up. “Some big burly man, huh? I get it now. You’re one of those women who has guy issues, aren’t you?”
The second the words left Tourmaline’s mouth, a low, rich vein of laughter jerked from his chest, seeming to catch them both by surprise. Her toes curled inside her socks at the delicious sound, while her face burned with color as she realized what she’d just said.Wow. I’m so smooth. Why don’t I just shout it to his face that I think he’s hot?
It wasn’t like her to be whiney, but she’d lost her sense of optimism so long ago, Tourmaline no longer even knew what it felt like. Now all she had was this grinding, sickening feeling in her gut, and a bad case of nerves. Not to mention the sudden addition of ill-founded lust for the gorgeous jerk trying to get rid of her. She could not seem to catch a break with anyone at all. It seemed like fate had given her a kick in her ass just like always, even this time…Talk about crappy timing. And that would probably be the understatement of the year