Under the Wolf’s Gaze

The chase was on.Brock lifted his confront to the cool evening breeze and took a profound breath through his nose. The black out, musky fragrance of Scottish heather blooms waited in the discuss and tickled his senses.A unusual thing to be noticing in the center of downtown Seattle, he had to admit.His sapphire blue eyes shimmered with expectation. He was getting near presently. Another few minutes and he'd be observing the enticing influence of Heather's full hips as she sashayed down the city street.The thought made his mouth water and the blood beat overwhelming inside his veins.Another float of scented discuss hit him straight in the crotch. In reaction, a non domesticated snarl thundered up from his chest and he picked up his pace. Head and shoulders taller than any of the human stragglers that were still out this late, he gotten more than a few sideways looks as he plowed down the sidewalk.Taking another profound breath, he groaned out loud. He may essentially taste her. H

Heather looked up through her switches at the Napoleon of her people. He was not what she had anticipated at all from her parent’s stories. As a matter of fact, he appeared nearly kind. But if she paid attention, she could smell the turnabout of supremacy he carried within him stewing just beneath the face, and she saw no mercy in his dark eyes. Her casket felt tight as she tried to breathe, and she wondered for the upteenth time what the hell had held her to leave the safety of the apartments she’d been staying in to go wandering off on her own like an idiot. " Where are your mama and father?" the Napoleon asked her. Yeah, like there was any chance in hell she was going to tell him that. She licked her dry lips as she allowed about how stylish to answer his question without rankling him. Deciding that honesty would presumably be the stylish policy in this situation, she lifted her chin and looked him square in the eyes." I hypercritically decline to answer that question, joe.

Tears wet Heather's cheeks as she huddled in the small cave she'd found, if you could call it that. It was more like a really large burrow, dug into a small hillside at the base of a giant tree. She swiped them away angrily. She was cold, she was sore, she was hungry, she was thirsty, and she needed a freaking toothbrush.She pulled out her phone for the hundredth time. Duck walking to the entrance of the cave, she held it up in the air, trying to find a signal. Nothing. And to make matters worse, if that was even possible, the battery was about to die.Frustrated beyond reason, she threw it up against the rocks at the back of her hideout, then immediately burst into tears at the depth of stupidity she'd just fallen to by smashing her only possible connection to the outside world.She sat there until she was all cried out, then with a loud sniff, she wiped off her face. It was getting lighter out, which meant morning was finally here, and unless she planned on dying in this cave, she

Brock trotted back to the cave with his kill in his mouth. He'd found a nice, fat, whatever-this-thing-was less than two miles away. It was plenty large enough to feed the both of them until dinner.Maybe they should just hang out here for the day. They had plenty of time to get back to "where he started". It had taken him less than two days in human form, and he'd marked his trail well. That gave them three days to get back. It should be easy, even if the going was a bit slower with Heather along.Besides, that woman had some explaining to do. From what he’d overheard outside of that house, she wasn't a normal, human female. And those men weren't just men. He’d gotten the same vibe from them that he’d gotten from the prince.That feeling of familiarity came over him again. He racked his brain, thinking of every supernatural creature he'd ever seen, hoping something would come to him, but he couldn't think of anything that was capable of what the "prince" had done to him and Heather.

Her nipples tightened against his chest and moisture pooled between her thighs as he claimed her mouth again. His beard was soft against her chin and Heather moaned, her hands grasping his sides of their own accord. They slid underneath his shirt, up the firm slabs of muscle and across the light dusting of hair on his chest to grip his shoulders. He was so warm… and hard.His hands dropped from the wall to grip her ass, squeezing hard. One leg wedged itself between hers until she was riding his muscular thigh, which she did with abandon. She couldn’t help it. She’d always been a lusty girl, and this male brought her to entire new levels of shamelessness. A low growl of approval rumbled through his chest, and he pulled her hips towards him. She could feel the warmth of his hands through her yoga pants, and she would've given anything at that moment to have them on her bare skin.No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than his hands slid up to her waistband. One of them slid up her