The guardians of the forest

She was certainly some ancient's daughter.

But what was she is doing there? It didn't make any sense.

Guardians never attacked wolves, and the girl had narrowly escaped if she hadn't interfered. Another more significant detail puzzled him. Wolves were not sensitive to the cold, the temperature was higher than a normal human.

-I'll take you back to the castle! - warned grimly.

He could curse. He was going to take her back to the castle before he gave in to the unfortunate temptation.

-I will not come back! - the statement came too quickly.

Then she had run away.RichardMorgan looked at her seriously. Hells! He was going to end up doing nonsense. Just a wolf?

-They don't know you're here, do they? - he marveled approaching. - God, do you realize how much you could have been hurt? What's your name, petite loup?

Kassuim was unable to face him. The affliction came back intensified from before. If Will found out ... She couldn't tell the truth.

-No one would care. - The comment was full of hurt when she got up, breaking the brief contact suddenly.

"I would definitely go, honey."

Rick intercepted the path that prevented her from leaving the tent. His hand held hers tightly. An imperceptible tremor made her shiver. Before he knew it, his hands held her face with strained expressions. Capturing the surprised look again, he gave in to the animal instinct. She was not leaving at all. His mouth was close to hers.

-Please ... - The plea came too low.

He took a deep breath of the jasmine scent that seemed to penetrate his skin.

-Please. what honey? - the voice was a velvety caress. - Do you want me to stop, ma petite?

She closed her eyes apprehensively. Everything was getting out of hand. No one there should know who it was. The hand on the skin gave the sensation of intense burning. In fact, an admirable heat was beginning to make her very aware of his presence.

Not a moment later Kassuim wondered if everything was not a delusion. The mouth over hers was deliciously soft and provocative. She had never been kissed before. Not like that. Not knowing how she was in his arms.

It was everything she had dreamed of. No, in fact, she had only imagined it. The caress was intense making her ears hum while his tongue searched for hers in an interminable kiss that took her breath away. Her hands gripped his arms, noticing the bicep muscles absorbing his taste. Wine. It certainly got drunk faster than a glass of wine. She was moaning in the male mouth, responding out of the female instinct.

Richard tried to take a deep breath. The low moan of pleasure had direct effects on his entire body from the waist down. That mouth was exactly what he could imagine. There was a kind of appeal in the way she seemed to capture his will, in return. Her taste was divine. He didn't use to lose control like that. He intensified the kiss, realizing the surprising reaction. She probed timidly. Proving. Feeling and assimilating.

The blood running through his veins had the effect of a siren song in his ears. It was a mixture of senses. It was not a child in his arms. She was a ready woman instigating seduction and receptive to their mutual attraction.

"Damn it!"

It reminded him of a very distant time. Before Katie's disappointment in her life. The mouth went down the slender neck between successive and wet kisses. The girl was a wolf. His eyes gleamed black as the dark night when the fangs were prominent. He could naturally give in to his desires and taste her blood. He stops.

-Excuse me! - Kassuim spoke breathlessly. Her voice showed all his disappointment.

The abrupt way in which he had part. She had done something wrong as usual!

Rick's eyes widened, capturing her frustration, troubled. The girl seemed as affected by the caress as he was. Only the disappointment in the emerald eyes ... He cursed mentally. He was very attentive to her deep breathing, but before showing fear it showed excitement in an uninhibited way. It tasted different ... sweet and attractive.

The urge to taste even more was so overwhelming that he stepped back without action.

"Please... Tell me you've been kissed before ..."

- Your father must be worried. - He managed to speak hesitantly.

Kassuim swallowed. She really wanted to continue experiencing the intoxicating sensations he aroused, but she could only have displeased him. Something was suddenly bothering him. It was wrong at least! Except that there would be no other opportunity like that ...

She couldn't believe the feeling of well-being when being embraced by him. It was just a kiss ... There was a warmth in the piercing blue eyes that piqued his instinct. For a moment, she can see the flame of desire in the cloudy look. During the past two years, she had only had a chance to observe him from afar. Childish admiration had left room for stronger feelings because of the lack of affection.

-I ... did I bother you? - she wanted to know terribly disgusted.

-Dieu Sacré! Richard Morgan sighed. - You don't know what you're talking about ...

He was going to take the girl away from him. His hands, however, had an entirely different intention than his mind. He snuggled the girl against him with a low groan. He fought desires because the little wolf waved countless promises. The heart sped up.

She was desirable and attractive ... He got drunk again in another deep kiss. Ah, none of that was right. If the girl was a wolf as she had shown herself, there would naturally be implications ... She was the daughter of one of the Council elders. The revolt ignited him. He wouldn't accept any human if there was a female of their kind after so many years.

The girl was very receptive to his incentives, only as fast as the wine she was intoxicating, he noticed her hesitation. He turned his head away to catch the indecisive eyes.

Damn the damned traditions.