The Taming のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

“You chose to sit aside me!” She defended. Irrelevant. Not what I asked. “And if I’d touched you?” Sebastian repeated quietly. “Certainly not! You are incessantly brushing my hand or touching my hair.” “Because you’re irresistible.” He stated simply. Lurching forward in his seat, laughing in his frustration. He’d just been considering touching the flowing silver strands wisping around her shoulder and cheek. “I fail to see the relation to you leaving meals, and her leaving if you touch her?” Alazar asked in confusion. Blinking rapidly as he struggled to catch up. “She refuses my touch, and anything I touch.” That was my point. She wouldn’t be eating the food in the library if she knew I touched it. Interesting quirk for a woman who melts when I touch her. “Not all the time.” She whispered under her breath. Cheeks flushing slightly but only Bast caught it. Head

Sebastian, as a sleek black panther, quietly watched the house. Waiting for the children to emerge from the vehicle while also keeping an eye on the Netherland fairies which were, oddly, lingering around Rosewynn. They were creatures that didn’t generally stray far from their regions. Something is drawing them here. Though they were generally attracted to the Watcher species, traversing to be near them was unheard of. So why are they so excited? He was curious and intent on doing a bit of observation to figure it out. He was startled from his reverie by the crack of a twig behind him. Spinning on his stomach, he hissed at the intruder, baring spiked feline teeth. Whose here? “Whoa, Old Friend.” Acharius mocked his words as he strolled from the brush. Lifting his hands in supplication. Acharius. Bast’s hiss turned to a low rumble of greeting. His eyes still burning a hole in his fri

It’ll take it less time to reach the humans and rake them open than it’ll take me to get to them. Stopping his loping toward the group, he began swaying side to side, electing to keep the Nonis focus on him. That’s right. Eyes on me, little devils. It’ll be me that tears you to pieces… In his peripheral, he saw the Cimmerii Guardsman with his sword pointed at the twin men. But he couldn’t look away from the Cimmerii now. If he broke contact with their gaze, they’d attack those that were closer. Less threatening. Wincing, he kept his focus on the Nonis. Taking a barely perceptible step at a time. His paws barely lifting, as he inched forward. Willing the Guardsman. Don’t slice anyone, you stupid little man. Something underfoot cracked and the Guardsman’s gaze flew to Sebastian. A feral sleek-furred creature, as pitch as the night. With only the moon’s glow behind him to outline his pre

Realizing what Mardichi needed, Sebastian tugged his tunic from his shoulders and tossed it in the corner. Dropping to the floor, he forced his body into a meditative state despite the pain he knew would arise. Ready to take it on. Give me strength. He willed, as he always did when he did this. Drawing a long breath, he let the marks winding his torso move to his shoulders and back. Adjusting as tiny claws erupted, digging through his skin to let shining gold creatures spill from his back, sides and chest. Thumping to the floor and scrambling outside to pour across the meadow embracing the house. He muttered a prayer under his breath and forced his body still. Swaying under the rending and jerking of the dragons separating from his flesh. As soon as one tore free, his body would attempt to seal the skin in a great effort to heal. But another would tear through that new flesh and raw nerves. It too would drop out and scurry away.

Still glaring up at him and chin jutting, her hands shot out. It was a movement so fast, he jerked. His skin glittered in the firelight as iridescent gold scales migrated below a thin layer. Ready to emerge as he fought to control his reaction to her sudden attack. Don’t change. You’ll hurt her. He told himself. Or perhaps myself. He thought ruefully. Considering how weak I am. She fisted the shoulders of his shirt and wrenched it apart with surprising strength. Fabric tore from him. Billowing down to rest along his hips, still tucked at his waist. Now, she’s taking my clothes off? He thought forlornly. Of all the times I longed for her to do that! His head reared back as he swayed from the aggressive movement. His gaze narrowed on her, as he considered what she was about. He fought the urge to retreat from the ferocity on her beautiful face. What is s