YES! I screamed without moving my mouth. Yes.
An explosion jolted my thoughts as part of the cement wall near us moved and then jerked open with the force of an earthquake. Alex didn’t stop kissing me, though.
When the dust settled on my skin mixing with the sweat, I opened my eyes.
Alex’s blue eyes were hardly noticeable against the yellow that flashed within them, circling his purple iris in a wavelike manner.
His eyelashes collected pieces of dust as they blinked in rapid succession, as if he was confused.
I licked my lips, still able to taste him. “What was that?”
He swallowed and then slowly set me down, our bodies slid roughly against one another. “That,” he answered, voice hoarse as he jerked away, hands shaking. “Was a kiss.”
“Did you call?” A voice interrupted.
I turned on my heel and hid behind Alex, no idea why I was hiding behind the crazy immortal that could strip a woman without even touching her, or bring her to an orgasm with a mere thought, but the thing that yelled at us had a really rough voice.
It almost sounded like he was trying not to bark out the question.
I peered around Alex and saw the werewolf, in full wolf form. Something my human eyes couldn’t process, because it wasn’t normal. It looked… wrong.
He stood on his hind haunches at least twelve feet tall, brown fur lined his body with stripes of white across his chest in the shape of a cross. And his eyes, they weren’t the eyes of an animal.
They were silver.
And they were focused in on me.
He sniffed the air and then let out a howl before falling prostrate to the ground.
“Wh-what’s he doing?” I asked Alex once I could find my voice.
Alex let out a gruff curse and marched over to the wolf, kicking him in the ribs. “Get up.”
The wolf growled and kept his face against the marble floor.
Alex ran a hand through his hair, and it was then I noticed that he looked more normal, human, approachable, but still too beautiful for words. His blond and silver hair wasn’t as shiny, his eyes not as flashy, his smile not as deadly. But it would be impossible to look at him and not shake a bit with the intense need to touch him.
“Mason.” Alex tried again through clenched teeth. “This isn’t the time or the place—”
Mason snapped his teeth at Alex’s feet.
Alex stumbled backward and wiped his face with his hand, staring down at the wolf then back up at me. “He’s….”
“He’s what?” I whispered, slowly taking a step toward the massive animal.
“I hate my life.” Alex whispered.
“What?”
“He’s—” Alex glared at the wolf, his yellow eyes flashing. “Bowing.”
Alex
MASON EYED ME through creepy silver orbs of excitement. She is an elf. Royalty! She is the one, she is the one!
“Stop!” I pressed a hand to my forehead. “Yelling.”
“Um…” Hope nudged me with her elbow. “He didn’t even speak.”