12-03-2013, 12:49 PM
Wise men would chase business with ruthless determination. With Yuri's leave, there went the deal of the night. For Silas, of course. Who the fuck cared about that cocky redneck? For candy, though. Silas was damn tempted to lope on after the kid and finish what the two men started.
But the scent was so much sweeter here. With Yuri drifted away a determined and dismissive attitude. Something Silas tended to respect compared to the wimps he normally smacked out of his way. But Oriena smelled like a snowflake cut from sharp glass, and compared to her, Yuri's trail led to rake bush.
The pat on his arm won Jaxen a sneer. Go ahead, it said. Leave your paw on my sleeve. You'll like what happens boy. Smart kid withdrew, and Silas leaped for the chance to nuzzle up to his female while he was busy elsewhere.
He pushed beyond Spectra and her escorts. Virgin pups acted like they'd never had their balls licked before the way they drooled all over her. He didn't fault them far, but Silas was far more interested in someone else.
Gilded eyes reflected warmth that did not come from Oriena. Bitch was smooth as a frozen lake.
Though his intentions were clear, he did not stop to talk to her. Heavy steps carried him close enough to brush his sleeve on her arm and drink in the hungry scent of her flesh while unnatural eyes lingered salacious even as he moved beyond. Perhaps not tonight. And perhaps not tomorrow. But there would come a time when she saw those eyes again, peering from some dark shadow when she least expect it.
Hungry like the wolf? Yes. And wolves do not ask permission.
Silas disappeared around the corner. Maybe not Yuri's, but there was still business to conduct.
Edited by Silas Kole, Dec 3 2013, 12:50 PM.
But the scent was so much sweeter here. With Yuri drifted away a determined and dismissive attitude. Something Silas tended to respect compared to the wimps he normally smacked out of his way. But Oriena smelled like a snowflake cut from sharp glass, and compared to her, Yuri's trail led to rake bush.
The pat on his arm won Jaxen a sneer. Go ahead, it said. Leave your paw on my sleeve. You'll like what happens boy. Smart kid withdrew, and Silas leaped for the chance to nuzzle up to his female while he was busy elsewhere.
He pushed beyond Spectra and her escorts. Virgin pups acted like they'd never had their balls licked before the way they drooled all over her. He didn't fault them far, but Silas was far more interested in someone else.
Gilded eyes reflected warmth that did not come from Oriena. Bitch was smooth as a frozen lake.
Though his intentions were clear, he did not stop to talk to her. Heavy steps carried him close enough to brush his sleeve on her arm and drink in the hungry scent of her flesh while unnatural eyes lingered salacious even as he moved beyond. Perhaps not tonight. And perhaps not tomorrow. But there would come a time when she saw those eyes again, peering from some dark shadow when she least expect it.
Hungry like the wolf? Yes. And wolves do not ask permission.
Silas disappeared around the corner. Maybe not Yuri's, but there was still business to conduct.
Edited by Silas Kole, Dec 3 2013, 12:50 PM.