She was everything that Heath could ever hope to gain. In his golden eyes and tainted heart, she was perfect. How could he not fight for that? How could Jac not want that for himself? Heath had everything to loose, and everything to fight for. Compared to the King of their lands Heath was nothing. His self worth was viable, but the small amount of it was more like a grain of sand when placed beside that of Jac. Her fingers against his neck softened his tense demeanor, and with the contact he was even able to smile faintly. Speaking softly in her ear Heath told her, “Your worth fighting for.” though honest, his confidence in his ability to fight for her was weak.
As she might have expected Heath became unmoving as she mentioned Jac once more. What the man held over her Heath would never know. Of course they were family, the sort of family that were very unrelated and very prone to falling into a deeper lover. Jac had always been there for her, and he had said it himself; Ruri loved him. Loved him more, or was it less? Heath would not ask, for the answer frightened him. Attempting to hold onto the first six words she spoke Heath tried to relax against her. Of course the King was not making it easy for Heath to like him. At first it had been only drinks and fun that connected them. It was pack life that had sealed their relationship and now Ruri connected them. But now instead of a friend, Heath could only see a threat.
It was impossible to the male to return words. It was too hard to find the right thing to say that would express his desire for her, and explain that he was superior to Jac and that he would love her more then anyone. He couldn’t, the words would not come to him and what if this all meant that he had already lost. Her request was hardly heard, and yet Heath kicked the stallion into a trot. Stark awoke to the command and moved faster over the beach. The tawny male held her close, as if unprepared to let her go. Leaning slightly forward he steadied the two forms that sat above the horse. His nose touched the side of her face, his once unmoving smile lost to the frown that graced his maw. He breathed her in, her scent intoxicating and paralyzing. The words came to him, small and yet so significant. But the moment was lost, the courage gone.
The male urged Stark on, his trot becoming a gallop. The world around them lost its hard edges as it blurred slightly. The sea’s air took their fur and it streamed behind them. Gold eyes looked ahead, his arm around her and steered Stark towards her home.
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