"YOU'RE MINE," his voice purred, eyes clouded over with what she could only assume as lust. It sent an involuntary shiver down her back. He watched as she backed away, hands coated in oil that she wiped across ripped blue jeans, hair swaying side to side as she shook her head fiercely. "Don't fight it," he tried to soothe her, approaching slowly as a hand reached out, "I'll take care of you."
"I don't want you," she tried to speak, her voice rough and cracking near the end. Her eyes glanced all about, anywhere else but the approaching wolf with his eyes set on her only. "I don't want y-."
"You're lying." Fingers dug into her belt loops, yanking her hard against solid muscle before he dipped his head. And as his lips descended, he hadn't expected her to react so violently. Digits curled into a fist before it was slammed against his cheek, the sound of bones crunching echoed in his ears as she stumbled back, clutching at her injury in agony. Her eyes shone a fury of a woman scorned, and they were aimed at the male before her.
"Fuck off!"
YOU ARE READING
Chasing Euphoria
WerewolfIMPRINT (em-print) "To find one's soulmate by eyes connecting. To become exactly what the soulmate needs - a lover, a brother, a friend, or even a stranger from afar." After the twilight saga hit stores, thousands of...
