TOO SICK TO PRAY }solstice challenge
His voice was not something she could ever ignore. So when it rang out from the battlefield, a smile would curl her lips. She had half expected day this to come at some point, and never had he been one to disappoint her. Her coral gaze would flicker to her latest toy, the tiny woman perpetually cowering in fear. They would have to break that, it was incredibly annoying considering she had yet to inflict any sort of harm on her. With a roll of her eyes she would rise, ignoring the odd feeling that swirled in her belly. She refused to acknowledge that anything was different about herself.
Picking up an easy lope, she would begin the trek to the battlefield, not bothering to see if the smaller woman could keep up. It was a long journey, longer than she would have cared to enjoy, but when she arrived, a smaller gathering was already taking place. Kylar was there, standing before the russet whore, who looked thoroughly pissed. Her mate stood nearby, looking just as angry, or perhaps worried. Did he not believe in his mates ability to fight? A sneer would curl her dark lips as she moved to stand beside her mate, dragging her should along his side until they stood shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. Desire immediately shot through her, intensified by the blood that clung to the air. The scent of anothers heat would pull her gaze to the russet woman, eyes dancing with amusement. Her poor husband, surrounded by two woman in heat, though she knew with every ounce of her being that he only had eyes for her.
Her neck would crane back as she moved to rest her jaws right next to his ear. |