Her Two Proud Wolves
His nose was an inch away from mine. Eyes looked down it with burning intensity. “You are mine, Adelia. And there is nothing in the world that can change that.” He growled, tracing the side of my face with a feather-light touch.
I recoiled and swatted his hand away. Wanted to move backward. Out of his proximity but a strong hand settled on my lower back. Pulled me into him.
Our eyes met again, letting all of my venom show in them. “You are married, Michael. Married and human! Us being mates doesn't take away from that fact.” I hissed.
His blue eyes darkened. Hand flexed on my back. “Then turn me. Make me a wolf and I will be by your side until the world burns.”
“Married. That is another obstacle. I won't be a home-wrecker. Never again.”
I tried to move away from him. Away from the lurking promise of death and destruction if I gave in to him. Remained in his presence.
But his hand twined with my dress. Forced me to stay so deathly close to him.
I felt my resolve melt away.
“She will understand. How can't she? We were destined to be together by the goddess herself.” He whispered and brushed his lips against my cheek.
A shudder ran down my spine.
“A goddess that you don't believe in.”
Michael pulled away. Smiled cruelly down at me. “The only goddess I believe in is the one right in front of me.”
I didn't stop him when his lips crashed into mine. Or when his tongue drifted over my bottom lip. Opened up for him so that he could explore the inside of my mouth. Devoured me whole.
Morals be damned, then.