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male wolves are staring, really looking at her now. Their noses flare, taking
in her smell. I don’t like the way male eyes are devouring her. A few of them start to shove
each other to get in the front row of this show.
Taking her smell in, sweet nectar and sunshine, it’s always the same since she’s been back,
except maybe just a touch sweeter. I can see how it affects these males.
Striking his ribs, she makes him groan. She’s quicker, faster than him. She doesn’t have his strength. If he pins her, it’s over.
He lands a few hard punches to her back, catching her before she spins out of his way. Dallas growls out, pacing the floor now, watching with eyes of his wolf. He looks as if he’s having as much trouble as I am when she gets hit. My need to protect her is running high, instincts kicking in. I need to restrain myself, saying she really won’t get hurt. He won’t really hurt her, will he?
He connects a fist to her face, and Dallas rages on the sidelines, a growl of warning so powerful it quakes the rest of the wolves.
Caleb stops, looking at Dallas. “I think we should stop.”
“Why?” Rya has her hand on her hips. She’s bent forward slightly, chest heaving up and down. A small trickle of blood comes out her mouth that she spits on the ground, as if she’s a male.
“Because number one can’t handle this.” Caleb looks relieved in a way.
“Go on, I’ll be fine.” Dallas grits his teeth along with me.
Caleb looks like he’s trying to wear her down with kidney shots. I grimace every time he lands one. Dallas is pacing up and down, his eyes completely white, scary as crap. I read that her mate’s eyes will turn her color as the bond between them gets stronger. In a way, I’m happy for her, but at the same time, I want what he has.
She’s my fighting rejected desire.
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Her skin reddens in exertion, flushing her cheeks. I try to buffer my defenses against her.
Rya’s smell seems to be getting stronger the harder she’s exerting herself. Caleb catches he except in his arms and slams her down on the ground belly up. He’s quick to try for a hold,
she squirmi
body to the side. He’s on top of her, trying to pin her down on her stomach He has her by the hands, putting all his weight on her body, pressing her further into the mat. He’s using his entire body weight now to pin her in place.
Her ass presses into his groin, trying to flip him off her. This is breaking my resolve. I take a step toward this scene, unable to control myself. Another step, my hands clenching into
e canines are fists. Caleb’s eyes glaze over as he grabs onto her hips, pulling her into him. descending, angling toward her neck. The wolves in the crowd start to shove, showing their
own teeth.
Combustible.
Growls tumbling out of throats, Dallas runs toward Rya, who’s desperately trying to get out of a grip that’s hooked into her flesh, keeping her in position.
“Dallas.” It’s a cry for help. It’s his name she uses, not mine. Her nails are now coming out, clawing at the ground, trying to get away from this aggressive male wolf. Taking a running leap toward Caleb, both Dallas and I hit him from both sides. We knock him off, probably harder than he has ever been hit in his life.
She scrambles away, into the arms of her chosen.
“Caleb, what was that?” Dallas is in his brother’s face.
Before he can answer, I’m on Caleb. I can’t control the way I want to destroy him, punish
him for touching her in such a dirty way.
I can actually see myself breaking him in half, tearing his head from his body, and that’s
what I try to do.
He’s on the defensive, trying to evade my punches, kicks. The old me is surfacing, before the whipping.
Powerful.
The feeling of my muscles filling with blood is powerful, the need to teach this second horn
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what a true first born can fight like.
A hush faver us, the wolves all gathering around. I think they can sense that this is different b has no smile, no stupid words being flung from his mouth; he’s really
paying attention to me.
His eyes are not leaving mine.
both of us charge at the same time. He will get my perfect effort.
Crunching
Breaking
Bleeding
That’s what we do as our bodies collide. He’s not faster anymore; he’s not able to maintain the upper hand because I believe that I can overcome him.
Blood sprays the surface of the floor, while our footprints smear it everywhere.
Getting him on the ground in the same hold he often uses on me, I wrap my arm around his neck, my thighs wrapping around his middle, and I squeeze with everything I have. My jaw clenches so tight with the effort I’m producing. I’m afraid my teeth will snap.
