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His hand caressed her more. Flowing down to her neck. He ran the fingers through the fur, touching skin, but delicately. On the contradicting side of it, his other hand still gripped her throat with claws nearly piercing flesh. It seemed like two different halves, one treating her like she was fragile and touching her lovingly, the other treating her like a piece of meat that he would rip apart instantly if needed be.
His hand ran down the top of her chest, over the collar bone. Fingers tracing the collar bone like an arrow to the center of her chest, where his hand ran next. Resting in between her breasts, he pushed down slight and got off her slowly. The push was a reminder that he was in control and did not want her to move. Once beside her he glanced up at her. His face was oddly calm and had a look as if he thought they were mates. His eyes told a different story, it showed a man who looked almost otherworldly controlled. He did not seem to have a grip on reality and the full scope of what he was doing.
His hand began to caress against her skin again, tracing down her stomach and abdomen. It caressed her for a few minutes there and then began to move past her belly button. His hand began to caress her close to her crotch, when he suddenly stopped. He was staring in this area and not looking at her. Something seemed different in him. He began to tremble and shake and his eyes welled up with tears.
Her words were ringing inside of his head. Specifically the words babies.
"Babies...." he muttered almost inaudibly.
Staring at her nether regions, his emotions switched. It was like a light switch to his consciousness. It flipped off, unfortunately for her. The switch was turned off cause at that time, he saw something Shawchert touched out of lust. He did not mate this women nor help her nearly enough. His anger swelled and raged inside of him. He could do nothing to hold this back. Every hope for Argul was gone. He had to remind himself now of his goals, remember the goals! Do them, avenge yourself! he told himself.
He turned and looked at her. Although he did not know the change was this big, his expression had to be terrifying, to anyone. His eyes were void. His expression dark. There was no emotional or conscious wolf there now. No, it was only an animal that could critically think and communicate. If you could imagine evil as a being, this could be one of the forms or types.
Suddenly he got up, releasing his grip on her. He crossed over her, but not without purpose. He kicked her, hard, at the side of her chest. His goal was minor incapacitation. To knock the wind out of her and keep her up here grasping for air. He bounded off to the stairs and head down, to his goal...
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