The back of his hand itself stung from the force of the blow he had dealt to the side of the woman's face. A burning, tingling sensation that spread through the flesh of his hands seconds later. Though it was not nearly as satisfying as the look of pure shock in those wide, dark brown eyes as his body was pressed hard against hers. A sultry smirk curled his lips in an almost snarl. Her scent was strong, with a rare and unusual musk that stirred his primal desires to a potency he could not deny. Not when she was already his. His gloating ego was further fed by the thundering sound of hooves against cracking wood as the war horse fought to free himself from the latched stall.
Keese did not get to see the change in her features as Anann's temper boiled. The look of shock morphing to pure rage as her knee drew sharply upward. Her thigh forcefully hitting him between his own thighs as he felt a strong hold on his neck and shoulder. The next thing the silver male knew he was flat on his back on the hard, littered floor of the stables and rather dazed from the rapid succession of assaults. The pain of his groin far out weighed the pressure on his chest and it wasn't until his lungs screamed for air that he full became aware of it all. Instinctively his alabaster hand grabbed at the leg that held him pinned to the floor, struggling to regain the wind that had been knocked from his lungs against the pressure.
Keese had expected to see that god damned Russian standing over him and was a bit taken back by the visage the met his eyes. He had no idea who the fuck this wolf was or what his problem was - despite the fact it should have been rather obvious. Snarling he glared back at the other man. "She's the one that fuckin bit me! And why don't you just mind your own business?" Pale yellow eyes tore away from the other man just long enough to glance at Anann, though the woman was gone. Had he realized the distant thud of hooves against wood had subsided it would have been obvious just where the Harleigh woman had vanished to, but he was only puzzled by her sudden absence. A new fury lighting his eyes for not only had he been interrupted but his prize was once again beyond his grasp.
.keese01a b {font-weight:bold; color:#7e1e1a; letter-spacing:1px; }
.keese01a-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b4afad; text-align:center;}
.keese01a p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;}
.keese01a {margin:0 auto; width:430px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... eese01.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #b4afad; padding: 200px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b4afad; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;}
.keese01a-border1 {width:432px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;}
.keese01a-line1 {width:395px; border-bottom:1px solid #2f2c2c; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>
[/html]