He doesn’t celebrate the victory or lord over his kill.
Instead he focuses on the remaining two Alphas, his growl underlined in furious power that has the other males taking a step back.
Tieran howls then, the sound making me nearly lose my grip on the branch.
I feel compelled to kneel. To submit. To do whatever he desires so long as I gain his favor.
Ithurtsto hold on.
But if I fall…
No. Fight it,I command myself.Don’t. Let. Go.
My fingers strain to hold on, my limbs shaking with the effort as he unleashes another howl, this one even more powerful than before.
An Alpha taking hold of his pack.
An Alpha telling the others that enough is enough.
An Alpha reminding his wolves who is in charge here.
The fact I want to bend says so much about my shifting allegiances. It says I consider myself a member of his world. And not just that, part of me is already his to command.
I whimper, my grip slipping.
A third howl bites into the air and I can no longer hold myself steady. My fingers refuse to listen to reason, my hands releasing the branch and causing me to tip off my perch.
From over twenty feet up in the air.
Moons.
Wind rushes by my ears, my body tumbling from the sky to the earth below.
Only to be caught in a pair of waiting arms.
I yelp, the strong bands bruising my skin from the force of my fall. The air whooshes from my lungs, a moan echoing deep inside me that can’t be heard because of the lack of oxygen.
A soft purr rumbles in my ear, my head immediately cradled against a muscular chest. “You’re like a sweet little angel falling from the sky,” a familiar voice murmurs.
Volt.
“Too bad I have to give you to the devil,” he continues, gently setting me on the ground.
I inhale sharply, my lungs burning from the loss of air.
It’s a mistake.
I’m immediately inundated with a mixture of alluring scents.
Pine trees.
Ash and copper.
Peppermint and spice.
All underlined by a mixture of feral masculine deliciousness.
A low moan escapes my throat, my insides clenching with a foreign need that feels so much more intense than before. It… ithurts.
