Lusting A Wolf

chapter 4

"Angel," a furious and deadly voice came from behind the man's massive form, "I believe the Lady said she wished to leave."

The dark haired man's eyes fell shut with a groan and he breathed in deeply, lifting his head from Liesel's neck as he did so and looking like he'd just received a bad headache.

"Angel," The stranger warned, "Let her go." It wasn't a request, it was a command.

Liesel winced softly as the grip the man had on her arm tightened, before he released her and stepped back, rolling his eyes like a teenager who'd just found out they were grounded for the week. Liesel's eyes dropped to her feet and she clutched the glass of champagne tight to her chest, frightened and confused over what had just occurred.

"Yes, sir." The man, Angel's, condescending voice came from somewhere above her, before he whispered softly in her ear, "I really do hope we'll have the good luck of meeting again, querida." She listened to the sound of his malicious silky laughter and retreating footsteps as he walked back amidst the oblivious crowd.

She was still looking down, too nervous to lock eyes with the man who'd just admittedly rescued her, before the same deep voice now coloured with concern asked her softly, "Are you okay, did he hurt you Liesel -- Uh, I mean Ms. DuBorque?"

She recognized that voice all to well... Her eyes flitted up to his face, the same face she'd been day dreaming about constantly for the past week, and a feverish blush spread across her pale cheeks.

"You!" she exclaimed in surprise, her violet eyes widening.

"Yes, me." He said, chuckling softly and giving her time to once more appraise his god-like body. His tall, muscled frame was dressed in what seemed to be the popular ball room style in the mid 1800's. His black formal coat was open; the stylish white cravat tied loosely, giving him a rakish look. His raven black hair had been combed back, but it wouldn't stay. It fell over his temples and about his neck. His expression thrilled her.

He was shocked about her appearance, no doubt about it. She'd been shocked as well, so she understood why he could do nothing but stare. But after a few moments of awkward silence, his eyes hungrily travelling up the length of her body, she cleared her throat uncomfortably.

"Well..." she began, slowly bringing her eyes up to his, "Thankyou."

He laughed and smiled crookedly down at her, the sight made her breath catch in her throat. He was too damn beautiful to be real.

"You're very welcome. But you haven't answered my question, are you okay?"

"Um, sure. I mean yeah, I guess. As fine as anyone could be after an experience like that." She laughed awkwardly.

He suppressed a low growl in the back of his throat, looking down at her in concern, "Are you sure you don't need anything, anything at all?"

"What?" the question startled her, and a million different things, all involving deviously sexual acts of what she wanted, no needed from him, rushed into her mind.

Blushing, she quickly answered, "No, no. I'm fine, really. I actually had better be going..." she trailed off, raising her eyes to his before laughing nervously.

"Bye, and thankyou again Mr. Black." She stuttered, blushing furiously and cursing herself for being such a fool. Feeling light-headed she quickly turned from him and began walking back into the crowd, wobbling slightly on her feet from the encounter as every fibre of her being screamed for her to turn back around.

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Raphael watched her leave, his protective stance still evident in the way he stood. He could smell her fear, taste it in the air. And something else, something metallic that he couldn't quite place.