Page 21 of Orri

"Huh?" Now I'm the one stuttering. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

"I said, I'm tired of doing these poses. I want to try something more hands-on."

The sheer fire and determination in her eyes unnerves me. I gulp.

Yup. This girl was trying to kill me.

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Grapplingwith Isabella in order to teach her how to escape a predator's hold has to be either the dumbest idea I've ever had in my life...

Or the smartest.

She's not as strong as an Aesir warrior, of course, but she packs a surprising punch for a human. Her ferocity far exceeds her size, and I have to admit, I'm impressed.

But there's not a lot of time for thinking when your arms and legs are wrapped around the most delicious smelling omega you've met in years...

Isabella pants and strains against my hold, surprising me as she twists her thin wrist away with a torquing motion I can't catch.

"Ha!" She laughs, and for one surreal moment, the sight of her looming over me, grinning triumphantly, is the hottest thing I've ever seen.

I want to see more. I want to bring out that side of her. Two sides were already fighting a war in my head, but seeing this fire in her eyes makes it all the more difficult.

I want to protect her.

No, that's not quite it. Otherwise I wouldn't be rolling on the ground, snarling and pawing at her as she slips out of my hold.

I want to shield her from anyone or anything that may harm her.

That's not it either. I want to teach and pass on my techniques, so that she may grow and protect herself in the future.

It's a normal part of teaching someone. It's normal and natural to want to pass on one's skills. Nothing weird about that. And if there were going to be more attacks — oh, I hoped not — then training the others in basic defense techniques might not be such a bad idea.

Another thought surfaces. It's not the others I'm worried about. Thinking about rolling around in the dirt with any of the other women — or men for that matter — does nothing for me.

But with Isabella, I feel something I haven't felt since...

"Ha, give up yet?" Isabella's straddling me with a smirk on her face, and even though we're both clothed I can already feel my cock hardening beneath my pants. Just a little bit of fabric in the way, and I could be filling her to the brim all over again.

No. Focus.

She leans forward, planting her hands on either side of my head. The silhouette of her hair against the sun brings out a beautiful halo, and when I stare at her flushed face and soft pants of exertion, I do something I haven't done since meeting her.

Make the first move.

My hands shoot out from my sides and knock her off balance. She gasps and falls forward, but I'm there to catch her. I pull her to me and embrace her with a kiss. It tastes like starlight and and sunrise all at the same time.

Like a tiny sliver of sun, trying desperately to break through the clouds...

As she melts into me and I kiss her back, again and again, I ask myself why that is.

Dammit, she feelsright.

This wasn't supposed to happen. But how can I deny the way my heart beats when I'm around her? How can I overlook the very feeling in my soul that lights up when we touch?

I nip at her bottom lip and she lets out a little moan before pulling away. She's dangerous.

Just the kind of danger I can't get enough of, apparently.

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