When Samantha saw the golden flecks shimmer to life in his eyes, her grin grew wider. To measure his reaction she boldly bit harder on her trapped bottom lip before releasing it to guide her tongue back and forth across the sensitive, swelling flesh. A giggle escaped her, breaking the spell and brought Dustin back to his purpose. With effort, he was able to resume focus on the matter at hand. He reminded himself that this torture was only temporary. Once everything was out in the open and acknowledge and accepted, then he would be able to release the caged and frustrated animalistic needs that were growing intensely. He wasn’t sure whose desires were greater, but his wolf clawed at him at times like this when he had to pull back from its precious gift. Slight peace was gained through the knowledge that he would be able to claim his chosen – soon. Dustin tucked a loose strain of hair back from her face and continued, “All those things, along with our chemistry, and your libido. How did you put it? Coming out of hibernation,” a soft chuckle escaped his throat, “It’s all for a reason and good cause and can be explained.” He pulled her against his chest in a tight embrace, and rested his chin on the top of her silky-smooth hair and took in her scent. After a few calming minutes he whispered, “Let’s take a moonlight-stroll in the forest, while I share an ancient tale.”
“I’m not sure that’s wise. It’s too dark; I can barely see, and I don’t want to become prey to some wild animal lurking in the night.”
Dustin released her from his embrace and leaned back to see her ivory skin glow in the moonlight and looked directly in her eyes as he pronounced, “Don’t worry there’s nothing to fear out there. This is my…territory and I’ll protect you. Not that there is anything out there that you need protection from. Come let’s take a walk it’ll feel good.”
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