I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose.
"Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
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Do you know the feeling running through your body when you find something you were not expecting to? Shock and disbelief floating through your veins, raising your heartbeat and freezing you to the core? The reason is a biological process. When we find ourselves in a dangerous situation, the adrenal gland release hormones like adrenaline and noradrenaline, which help us react.
Fight or flight.
It was the same reaction I had when I spotted Hercules sitting on the sofa, his relaxed stance leading to believe he was calm, but his eyes resembled the ocean during a storm, swirling, gargling furiously, wave crashing into wave violently, without mercy. He was looking at me so hard that it was impossible for him to hide the fueling rage burning in their depth.
I stood there, frozen, between the kitchen and the living room, feeling the adrenaline rapidly spread through my body, pleading with me, urging my muscles to react in any way, to move... towards the furious male or towards the woods was my call to make. But I wasn't going to run away. I wasn't weak. I was able to stand my ground and fight my own battles, the scars on my heart proving that right.
Fight it was.
I continued to stare into those two raging blue pools without cowering, accepting his challenge and showing him that the dominance rolling off his skin wasn't affecting me. I wasn't going to back down. I was still standing there, unmoving, responding to his wave of power with one of my own. I felt the dominance radiating off my flesh, soothing me, caressing me.
We clashed.
The glass of the windows shook under the waves of power rolling inside the cabin, clashing, fighting savagely, resembling the ocean in Hercules' eyes. He stood up and growled, making the windows trembling even more. He began striding towards me, walking with a confidence only a predator like him could muster, eyeing me like I was the prey he was ready to catch.
I let out a growl of my own, warning him to not come any closer. My beast perched up, surging through me, eyeing the male in front of us with her sharp golden eyes. She lifted her lip, displaying to him one of our deadly razors, showing him that we weren't intimidated by his powerful presence. At the same time, however, his powerful aura called to her, excited her. She wanted to bathe in the dominance that was rolling off his skin, she wanted to show him that she was equally dominant. He was the first male whose power was so strong to incite her, to make her perching her head up whenever she could feel his presence near.
He interested her.
She was succumbing to the bond, to the call Hercules' wolf was singing to her, to his long awaited soulmate.
I couldn't let that happen.
I growled one more time, louder and showcasing more of my dominance. I wanted Hercules to stop whatever he and his wolf were doing. I couldn't let him take away from me the only other thing I was left with, my beast.
