Dominic Sherwood Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I enjoyed it all more than I could admit it and I was somehow, a lot, even, disappointed that I couldn't get that pink-headed big monster of his and I knew he wanted it too, he wouldn't say it but I could see it in his eyes. Dominic had barely just brought a new pair of clothes from his desk's drawer and changed into that black pants and plain black long-sleeve dress shirt that hugged his taut, burly chest and shoulders perfectly before topping it with a long black coat which gave him the killer yet hot look of the devil himself until he slid those Cristal clear with gold temples on, accentuating his high cheek bone and his sharp blade jaw line that I could swear would cut through anything.

He whispered the last part, so they couldn't hear but I know they did because werewolves can hear really good. I glanced over at Xander. I could tell he was mad, I pleaded to him with my eyes and he broke eye contact with me before he answered Dominic. "You gotta ride here buddy, are you Hungry?." He asked Dom. I was shocked that he was Actually being nice, Though part of me wondered how he couldn't recognize his own son?. Dominic looks just like Xander. Brown hair, Silver eyes. How can he not see it?. Dominic pulled on my shirt and I looked down at him. And he pulled his lips to my ear.

Usually when customers come in that late I fantasize about doing very nasty things to them, but he smiled at me with those full Mediterranean lips, and I melted. Handsome doesn’t do Dominic justice. Handsome is for movie stars and catalog models. Dominic isn’t handsome. He’s perfect. His eyes are dark and hooded with secrets I know I will never fathom. His brows are thick and can rise in censure, or fall in disapproval and send my stomach tumbling. His mouth is kissable, his cheekbones high and hard. Dominic is chiseled and unyielding in appearance and nature alike.

"Then tell me — this 'Lucas' you're looking for, what does he look like?" I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I just stared down at the tips of my shoes. "He... he's also wearing a white T-shirt." "Hah." Dominic let out a mocking scoff. He lifted his hand, gripping my chin, forcing my face up toward his. "Then take a good look. Who am I?" I was forced to meet his eyes — black as an abyss, churning with emotions I couldn't begin to read. "Dom... Dominic Blackwood."

The mirror reflected a shaken but determined Dominic. "I can handle this," Dominic muttered, trying to convince himself. But as he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of his eyes – they seemed different, almost...amber. Dominic's heart sank. The moon's power was growing stronger, and he was losing control. Selene sighed in relief when she saw that he had calmed down. "I'm sorry, Dominic." she looked at the door. Dominic opened the bathroom door, and his eyes met Selene's concerned gaze. For a fleeting moment, they locked eyes, and Selene's brow furrowed. His eyes.... they were amber gold.

Dominic interrupted, his deep, gravely baritone vibrating through the quiet forest. He stopped, turning his head just enough to look back at her over his shoulder. Under the pale, ethereal glow of the winter moon, his amber eyes burned with a sharp, hypnotic intensity that made her inner wolf instantly shrink back in quiet submission. He observed her small, trembling frame, noticing the way her jade eyes anxiously darted around the shadowed trees. A low, soft rumble formed in his chest, not one of anger, but of a deep, protective assurance.

"I will help to keep an eye on Lady Ashley, I also have received about the girl you asked." Dominic's eyes narrowed down as his the corner of his full red lips widened, "Wonderful. Tell me about her," a going of amusement and deep intrigue settled on his eyes that glittered in a subtle golden color.

At once, Dominic's steel gray eyes hardened, his hand on her hip tightening till it was deliciously bruising. His Alpha presence erupted, demanding total subjugation from the untamed thing he'd just glimpsed, and the room sparked with an electric static charge. He had seen it, a sure, predatory gleam of amber slicing through her false human innocence."What was that?" Dominic growled as his voice rumbled deep in his barrel chest and sent a rush of terrible pleasure right to her core.

That voice. I looked up. "...Dominic?" There he was. Standing beside our table in a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing the intricate tattoos covering his muscular arms. The stitched scar near his temple caught the morning sunlight but his expression remained calm, almost unreadable. But his eyes… Those eyes were locked on Bernard. I stared at him in disbelief. "When did you get here?" Dominic didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked at Bernard. "You were saying?" He asked quietly.