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They may or may not catch your interest.
Perhaps. Or they may lead you to some false conclusions.
And some unexpected twists.
Whatever happens, don't throw a fit.
It's time to get down to it.
She offered a satisfied smile which Wotan eagerly returned. He gave her a quick kiss and re-clasped the necklace around her neck.
Leaning back, he began to admire it on her, trying to avoid thinking how good it looked on her while she was wearing practically nothing.
The way her fingers seductively traced his face definitely didn't make his attempt easy.
The way her hands pressed against his chest and squeezed as if testing the firmness of his muscles, really didn't help either.
And when her lips smashed against his, and she released a hungry groan at the contact, Wotan REALLY found his gentlemanly attempts being tested.
"What is she doing?" he groaned in a thought.
With his last reserve of self-control, Wotan separated himself from his mate to look in her eyes and search for a clue. That's when he saw it.
The look was subtle and any normal human would have missed it, but he saw it. Filling her icy, azure colored eyes was the desirous, possessive want of a werewolf who sees their mate for the first time.
"Wotan," she growled warningly at him, clearly disapproving of his separation.
"NOOO!" Malisha screamed as Ayla was taken away from her. Anyone could see how vulnerable she looked by herself.
Ayla tried to get back to her, but Wotan's grip was too strong. Every time she got a little break, Wotan would counter it, and Ayla would find herself further trapped.
Malisha pressed herself further and further against the wall as Casey approached. He wore a pained expression and slowly sat down beside her, trying to pull her into his arms. She protested and clawed at him.
Keeping his patience, he softly batted away her attempts and told her to stop. She only tried harder. She started kicking, clawing, biting, spitting. Ayla was shocked by the violence coming out from her.
Casey simply kept telling her to stop, though he was definitely getting frustrated.
"STOP!" he eventually roared.
Ayla even found herself motionless.
Only the two men seemed unaffected. Both of the girls stayed still. They did not even breathe. They were frozen, wondering what would happen next.
Casey raised his hand to stroke Malisha's cheek. Her tears started to fall once again, even though she swore she would soon run out. She tried to turn her head away from him but stopped with a shiver.
Ayla's eyes widened at the low growl that emitted through the room at his apparent disapproval.
Wotan awoke with a start.
"Ayla," he thought concerned. He had heard her scream. He jumped from the bed and ran from the room and cabin. He flung open the door, nearly ripping it off the edges.
There, stood his mate, wrapped in another man's embrace. Wotan growled. That was a very bad mistake on behalf of the man, and if Wotan had any say in the matter, it would prove to be a fatal one.
The two slowly separated just a little. The movement was just enough to ensure Wotan that he could get the man without hurting Ayla. Wotan's nails were sharpening. His lips pulling back and teeth extending. His body was ready to change.
He ran. And then:
"Hey," he said just as softly.
"Ohh-kay. So he has severe mood swings. That's good to know," Ayla thought, completely perplexed at his new countenance.
What else do you say to a man, er, "werewolf" who kidnapped you and claimed you as a mate?
Wotan's gaze turned to a book lying beside her. Reached out to hold it in his hands, he looked its cover over. He nodded his head in approval.
Ayla leaned forward a fraction of an inch. He smelled like freshly mowed grass.
How was this possible? Was that an aftershave? Growing up in the desert, she had heard about the beautiful smell, and now she definitely agreed that it was enticing.
"Ayla?" With a twitch, Ayla looked into Wotan's worried eyes and fell back. God, how had they gotten so close to each other? Surely she had not leant in . . .
"Huh?" she answered quickly while furiously playing with her hair in an attempt to hide her quickly growing blush.
"I said, 'It's a good book. Did you enjoy it?'"
"Oh, yeah. Very good."
"Was he seriously asking me about a book? I will never understand kidnappers. So weird. He probably put me to sleep with such a stupid question, and then took advantage of my unconscious state and moved closer to me. Stupid pervert, I am on to you," Ayla thought with a barely there glare.
Ayla did not know what to say to that so she said nothing and returned to the food. She had been just about to bite into her pastry when Wotan had scared her. The beautiful, blueberry delicacy had gone flying from her hands into a puddle of mud.
With a sigh, she turned back to the plate to find another one. Suppressing an urge to scream, Ayla found all the remaining pastries were strawberry. Sometimes, her luck really made her want to break down. She just could not win.
With a dejected sigh, she grabbed a blueberry bagel before Wotan snatched it from her hands. Apparently he had put his pants on, but not his shirt. He tore the bagel in half and gave her the slightly larger portion.
"I love blueberries," he sighed. "It used to be my favorite flavor."
Ayla smiled inside. Blueberry was her favorite flavor. Now that Wotan had changed, it meant they did not have it in common. Yet another reason why they were not meant for each other. As she chewed the delicious bread, her curiously piped up. "So, what's your favorite flavor now?"
"Raspberry," he replied in a strained voice.
Ayla twitched, slowly turning her head to sneak a look in his direction. She felt like she was turning as red as a certain fruit that was now tainted. She would never look at it the same.
Wotan's eyes were feasting upon her form, and Ayla did not miss the slight movement of his nose. He was smelling her.
Ayla tensed and scooted over an inch to get away. Just as she settled, Wotan moved over until he was right next to her. Wrapping his arm around her middle, he brought her to rest against him. He buried his nose in her hair and barely licked her ear. With a deep groan, he tightened his grip.
"No, make that wild raspberries. It just wouldn't taste the same without you."
Wotan's eyes shot open when he felt her tense more. That is when it hit him, from her perspective, he probably seemed pretty creepy. "
Oops," he thought with a hidden smile. He couldn't help it, she was just too tasty. She'd get used to it. Though, a part of him wished she wouldn't. He loved seeing her blush. It was like a constant reminder of her flavor, and God, he loved that.
Still, he did not want to make her uncomfortable. That was what this trip was about: getting comfortable around one another. So, he changed topics.