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Her heat definitely affected both their judgments. Itching hormones burned like crazy throughout the timber wolf woman, and the merchant buzzed with hormones of his own in answer, his every breath drawing in her intoxicating scent. However -- and while he would not readily admit this to anyone but himself -- his attraction to her went beyond that. Sure, the atmosphere augmented the young feelings that might not have developed so deeply otherwise, but Levent knew at this moment how much he liked her. It had started as curiosity, risen to a thirst for friendship and acceptance, and crackled now into new life. He wanted to ravage her against the nearest tree, but more than that, he wanted to hold her close and murmur sweet nothings into her soft fur. He wondered if she felt the same about him, or if this was just the heat of the moment.
His whirling mind veered away from these thoughts when she spoke, and his dark ears pricked to catch the cadence of her voice. At least the apologizing game had no place in this dance, and he was glad to move on to other topics, whatever they may be. He really wanted to get to know her by any interpretation of the phrase.
Her smile was smug and almost predatory, and Levent wanted to shift and lead her on a merry chase through the woods to wipe it off her face. Thoughts of teasing her made him grin back, and he decided that -- even if they didn't end up sprinting all over d'Arte screaming at each other -- it would be fun to play hard to get. The stereotypical male role got so boring, not that he'd ever been much of a manly man to start with.
Her blatant euphemisms caused his smile to warp with suppressed chuckles. Me too, sweetheart, me too, he drawled, finally laughing. Now, this one might give you splinters. He gave the staff a little tug and a twist, hoping to gently break it from her grip -- and free her fingers in the process, as a bonus.
But, Levent Kartal went on, his sweet and playful tone dropping into something more adult, we can cut the bullshit. You're beautiful and you smell fucking good... but you have to convince me we both really want this. His smile was full of teeth.
Levent by Sie; table code from the Mentors!
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