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Cwmfen was startled by Haku’s sudden movement, but she did not flinch or draw back. He closed the distance between them with ease, and she let him. Curiosity washed over her mind, and she ignored the black warning in the back of her mind. She knew what this male was capable of. She hardly knew him, yet she was aware suddenly of the black thing that was wrapped neatly about his soul. She wanted to reach out and touch it, to see and taste what it was, but it was beyond her reach. The white orbs peered into the wild blue eyes—she saw it, but could not taste it or feel it. She was merely a spectator from a distance. What she felt was the heat of his skin, the tendrils of the hot air licking her chilled skin. It was welcoming, and the black female wanted to draw in closer to steal that warmth.
Abruptly, his grip found her woad-bound jaw. He commanded her to look, and she did so willingly, the curiosity overwhelming. But she was displeased that he had touched her-- how dare he touch me? Her hackles rose and bristled, her maw contorting in the beginnings of a snarl. White teeth flashed in the dark before she relaxed, lowering her hackles and softening her features. Her expression seemed discontented for the contact that he had forced, but she did nothing more to display it so. The beat of her heart was strong now, quicker, but for what she did not know. Fear? Or excitement? Haku’s claw traced her cheek, leaving a trail of irritated skin in its wake. His hand was warm, she realized, and her own woad-marked fingers reached up to touch the chocolate hand. There she felt the strength beneath the skin, a strength that easily surpassed her own, and the warning in her mind sounded once more, heightening her senses, intensifying her sense of touch and smell. The scent was overpowering...
A question. Simple, brief. And yet so many things flickered through her mind. Was she afraid? She felt the warning. She knew that he surpassed her in strength. She knew what he could do. But did that frighten her? She looked away. "No," she breathed quietly. But why? Perhaps she was intrigued more than frightened. Perhaps he exhilarated her more than terrified. Perhaps she was impressed by his rank, his strength. Or perhaps she simply knew that if she wanted, she could slip through his grasp. There was more than woad-markings to Cwmfen.
The white orbs returned to the Lilium. What did he want? Why was he here? He seemed to provoke her, and yet she was not provoked to the point of resisting him. "Why are you doing this?" She demanded quietly. Her own hand found the pressure point in his—between the thumb and the index—and removed it from her face. There was a ferocity in her gaze that she would not have dared expose while on pack lands. She did not know why location made a difference—he was still her superior. But she was bristling inside with both curiosity and hostility. It was only the exterior that remained calm.
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Cwmfen was startled by Haku’s sudden movement, but she did not flinch or draw back. He closed the distance between them with ease, and she let him. Curiosity washed over her mind, and she ignored the black warning in the back of her mind. She knew what this male was capable of. She hardly knew him, yet she was aware suddenly of the black thing that was wrapped neatly about his soul. She wanted to reach out and touch it, to see and taste what it was, but it was beyond her reach. The white orbs peered into the wild blue eyes—she saw it, but could not taste it or feel it. She was merely a spectator from a distance. What she felt was the heat of his skin, the tendrils of the hot air licking her chilled skin. It was welcoming, and the black female wanted to draw in closer to steal that warmth.
Abruptly, his grip found her woad-bound jaw. He commanded her to look, and she did so willingly, the curiosity overwhelming. But she was displeased that he had touched her-- how dare he touch me? Her hackles rose and bristled, her maw contorting in the beginnings of a snarl. White teeth flashed in the dark before she relaxed, lowering her hackles and softening her features. Her expression seemed discontented for the contact that he had forced, but she did nothing more to display it so. The beat of her heart was strong now, quicker, but for what she did not know. Fear? Or excitement? Haku’s claw traced her cheek, leaving a trail of irritated skin in its wake. His hand was warm, she realized, and her own woad-marked fingers reached up to touch the chocolate hand. There she felt the strength beneath the skin, a strength that easily surpassed her own, and the warning in her mind sounded once more, heightening her senses, intensifying her sense of touch and smell. The scent was overpowering...
A question. Simple, brief. And yet so many things flickered through her mind. Was she afraid? She felt the warning. She knew that he surpassed her in strength. She knew what he could do. But did that frighten her? She looked away. "No," she breathed quietly. But why? Perhaps she was intrigued more than frightened. Perhaps he exhilarated her more than terrified. Perhaps she was impressed by his rank, his strength. Or perhaps she simply knew that if she wanted, she could slip through his grasp. There was more than woad-markings to Cwmfen.
The white orbs returned to the Lilium. What did he want? Why was he here? He seemed to provoke her, and yet she was not provoked to the point of resisting him. "Why are you doing this?" She demanded quietly. Her own hand found the pressure point in his—between the thumb and the index—and removed it from her face. There was a ferocity in her gaze that she would not have dared expose while on pack lands. She did not know why location made a difference—he was still her superior. But she was bristling inside with both curiosity and hostility. It was only the exterior that remained calm.