Page 54 of The Blood Moon Oath

TORIN

I'm so enthralled by the way she's kissing me back that I don't even realize that she's unsheathed my knife until she's holding it at my throat.

"Go ahead, kitten," I purr. "I'll happily die at your hands."

The cold bite of the steel against my skin sends a shiver down my spine, but it's not from fear. No, the heat building between us is far too intense for that. I gaze into Sable's eyes, seeing the conflict swirling in their depths - the lingering traces of fear and anger warring with a growing, undeniable attraction.

"You're playing a dangerous game, kitten," I murmur, my voice low and husky. "But we both know you don't really want to hurt me."

I lean into the blade ever so slightly, a defiant smirk tugging at my lips. My hands come up to grip her hips, pulling her flush against me despite the weapon at my throat. She canfeel the hard planes of my body, the coiled strength barely contained beneath my skin.

"What do you say we put this knife away and focus on more..." I press my hard cock against her so she can feel what she's doing to me. "...pressing matters?" I finish suggestively, my eyes darkening with desire as I hold Sable's gaze. The knife remains pressed to my throat, but neither of us seems concerned about the danger anymore. If anything, the risk only heightens the electric tension crackling between our bodies.

Slowly, deliberately, I raise one hand from her hip to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing over her lower lip. "I can see it in your eyes, kitten. This fight between us... it's turning into something else entirely, isn't it?"

My other hand slides down to the small of her back, pressing her even closer as I roll my hips subtly against hers. Even through the layers of our clothing, she can feel the evidence of my growing arousal.

"I want you, Sable. More than I've wanted anyone in a long time."

I lean in close, my breath hot against her ear as I whisper, "Don't pretend you don't feel it too. This pull between us, it's irresistible."

Sable's breath hitches, her grip on the knife faltering for a moment. Her eyes, once filled with hatred, now smolder with a different kind of heat. "You... you arrogant bastard," she breathes, but there's no real venom in her words. "Do you think you can just... just take what you want?"

Despite her protests, she makes no move to push me away or increase the pressure of the blade. Her body molds against mine, soft curves yielding to hard muscle. "I shouldn't want this. Want you. You kidnapped me, for fuck's sake!"

A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest at her words, myfingers tangling in her hair and tugging her head back slightly to expose the column of her throat. "Shouldn't want it? But you do, kitten. I can practically taste your desire on the air between us."

I lean down, my lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck as I speak, my voice a low, seductive growl. "As for kidnapping you... maybe this was fate's way of bringing us together. Of giving us a chance to explore this fire burning between us."

My free hand roams her curves possessively, mapping out the dips and swells of her body through her clothes. "Give in to it, kitten. Let yourself feel good. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Sable's resolve wavers, a shudder running through her body at the feeling of my lips on her neck and my hands on her curves. The knife slips from her fingers, clattering onto the snowy ground forgotten.

"No... we can't..." she whimpers, even as her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away. "This is wrong. Insane."

But her actions betray her words, her hips rocking subtly against mine, seeking friction. I grin wolfishly, sensing her surrender approaching.

"Wrong? Maybe. But it feels so right, doesn't it kitten?" I capture her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her protests. My tongue delves into her mouth, claiming her, tasting her sweet essence.

When I finally break away, we're both breathing heavily.

Sable suddenly breaks away from me, a mischievous glint in her eye despite the lingering heat of our encounter. She takes a step back, a coy smile playing at her lips.

"You want me, big boy? Then come and get me," she purrs, her voice dripping with challenge and barely restrained excitement.With that, she turns and starts to run, her laughter echoing through the forest.

I stand there for a moment, stunned by her sudden change of heart. But then a slow, predatory grin spreads across my face. Oh, she has no idea what she's just unleashed.

Concentrating, I feel the familiar tingling sensation as I begin to shift.

A deep, rumbling growl builds in my chest, vibrating through the very earth beneath my paws. The hunt is on, and I intend to catch my prey. With powerful haunches, I launch myself forward, bounding after her with supernatural speed and agility.

The forest blurs around me as I give chase, my keen senses locked onto her scent. Every snap of a twig underfoot, every rustle of leaves guides me closer to her. I can hear her ragged breaths, smell the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

My heart pounds in my ears as I stalk through the forest, the thrill of the hunt coursing through my veins. Her scent fills my nostrils, guiding me ever closer. I can hear her footsteps ahead, her breath coming in short, excited gasps.

A low growl rumbles in my chest as I round a bend, catching sight of her lithe form darting between the trees. She glances back over her shoulder, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhilaration. The sight sends a jolt of pure, primal desire straight to my core.

I put on a burst of speed, my powerful muscles propelling me forward. Closer now, I can see the way her chest heaves, the flush of exertion on her cheeks. She's tiring, slowing down almost imperceptibly. Almost within reach...

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