The Hunter's Wolf

Held in Captive (1)

Held in Captive (1)

"Let go, you crazy fucker !"

"Let go of me !"

"You are so fucked when I-"

He blows out his breath painstakingly slow through his mouth, as if he is trying to get his patience at bay, and I stilled, knowing that I have provoked him to his limits. He shoves me to a wall with brute force, and my back jams against the concrete material with a loud 'bugh', and I quickly put my elbows before my ribs to protect myself, and to warm him on what he will get if he dares to come closer, where I am ready for any counteracts. 

Despite that, he yanks my arms away and disrupts my defense posture, holding both of my hands above my head before I can comprehend anything. I glare up and sees his amber eyes darkens visibly from my insolence.

"One more time, I dare you. One more time that uncivilized word leaves your pretty little mouth, and I will really fuck you up against this wall," a deep and masculine voice leaves his mouth, dark and vehement that makes me shiver upon hearing him, "Don't temper with my perseverance."

The adrenaline plunges me deep into alert and I raise my knee and jab him in his gut before he reaches the end of his line. He grunts and his grip loosens when he bends his body over, and I slip out of his hold, sprinting towards the ebony Georgian double doors.

An animalistic growl like no other, low and ferocious, shakes the walls and the chandeliers on the high ceilings tinkle, while the windows jangle. The intensity paralyzes every cell in my body and enthrall me into obedience as my knees tremble from the power held in it. My hand stretches out for the doorknob, but before I can twist it, a large hand cover mine fully.

A towering shadow hovers behind me, his breath trailing along my skin and my heart skips a beat.

"Don't," a rough voice whispers dangerously close to my ear, his lips grazing the tip. "If you run," his breath starts to heave and his voice turns husky, "I can't guarantee you on what will become of me, or what crude things I might do to you afterwards." 

I glance down, seeing the veins have popped out along his arms from holding himself back, and I try at best to remain calm as I feel the proximity of back and his solid chest. He burrows his head in my neck and my body stiffens even more by the sudden gesture. He specifies, "When my wolf sees you on the run, his predatory instincts will be triggered to surface."

He takes in my scent and emits a passionate purr. "It makes us.." he trails off, "Aggressive."

My breath hitches, lodged in my throat when his lips start moving along the nape of my neck. My heart slams against my ribs, and I try to circulate in even breaths. 

It is not fear that dominates my body, but the flaring wildfire that spreads and consumes me inside out. The heat arouses something in me, and I bit my bottom lip to prevent the moan that threatens to arise.

This is something entirely new; something that I have never felt before in my life.

The sparks lingers on my skin. Just a single, soft touch and an eccentric electricity erupts. My stomach muscle tenses as the butterflies goes ballistic and wild. I sense the warmth radiating from his body, like inferno enveloping me in the frigidness of the arctic tundra.

As soon as it comes, the sensation vanishes into thin air when the half-naked, lightly tanned man takes a step back, giving me the space I need as I snatch my hand and think about my further course of actions.

Eyes hysterical and frantic, I try to understand these reactions in my body, but nothing seems to be making any sense. I turn to look at the man who has his head hung, with his hand on his hip, taking in deep breaths to compose himself. He notices that I am staring at him, and he looks into my eyes with those enticing amber eyes of his, orbs like polished gems; I can almost see myself reflected in them.